Page 219 of Fallen Omega

Dante watches.

I lose myself in the stroke of Reaper’s cock in my mouth, and the hot slide of Knight’s tongue and fingers in me and on my clit. Inside, the pressure builds, my body aching in that wonderful way that whispers release is coming.

Reaper starts to skull fuck me as Knight slides another finger into me and thrusts, his mouth sucking and licking my clit. He curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot with every stroke.

And then like the devil himself, Dante speaks.

“Don’t come yet, Angel. I want you to come on me. I want us all to come together.”

Reaper and Knight stop, pull free. Dante tosses Reaper something, and my eyes widen. It’s rope.

Reaper turns me to my stomach, and ties my hands, then turns me back, so I’m vulnerable, open, unable to move my arms that are trapped by rope, trapped by my back and the bed.

Knight whispers, “Be a good girl for Daddy.”

Reaper just locks eyes, and I can see his world in them, and it’s a place I love, a place with room for me.

Then they move aside as Dante joins us, naked as he climbs up on the bed, over me, his cock at my entrance.

He looks down at me. “I fucking love you with everything I am, Angel.”

And he thrusts into me, deep.

I cry out, a spasm of an orgasm hitting me.

“Naughty girl,” he says, and bites my neck. “Hold off. I know you can do it.”

“I hate you.”

Delight lights up his face. “I know.”

The language of denial, our language of love.

Like flowers and pretty games of gentle domination are Daddy-Dom Knight’s. And rough, no frills, earthy honest talk is Reaper’s.

They all speak to parts of my soul. And together we make one unit of love and sex and filth and sweet honesty.

Dante starts to thrust into me, whispering, “I love you.”

I grit my teeth, holding on tenuously to my control, trying not to come. It’s hard, there’s an edge of pain to it where I hurt with the need for release as it builds and builds and builds. And he’s getting close.

Oh, fuck, he’s going to knot. He flips me and the next thing I know Reaper’s behind me, thrusting into my ass and stroking my face, tilting me up to him. Knight sinks balls deep in mymouth. I’m stretched to the limit, and I can feel the strain from Dante as he tries not to come.

Denial, I think hysterically, is beautifully ugly and perfect.

Everyone’s slipping, groaning and they’re all knotting. A moment of panic hits me as I wonder how the hell I can have a knot in my mouth, but Knight pulls back a little so it’s outside, and his cock—I swear to fucking god—gets bigger, longer, along with the knot.

It’s like a gorgeous explosion as they all come, setting off the wildest, hottest orgasm in me. I transcend reality. Iamthe orgasm. I’m all of them and they’re me. I can feel their seed. I can feel the euphoria in each of them as we all come hard. And it never ends. It’s a wild, four-way, rolling, multiple orgasm.

That’s how it feels for me. I’m not just one person. We’re all each other.

And I never, ever want it to end.

Later, I sit, looking at our place, my new home, where we rule. “Do we change the name?”

Reaper’s having a post-sex cigarette. I think we had three separate rounds. Maybe four. I lost count. The positions changed, and with them, the new pleasures to be found.

With three men and so many different arrangements, I’m eager to get back to exploring the possibilities sooner rather than later.

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