Page 221 of Fallen Omega

Six Months Later

Angel

“What the fuck do you mean,” Dante says, voice low, dangerous, “you’re in the middle of changing your blockers?”

A thrill spirals up through me as through the pain it becomes hard to breathe.

His eyes glitter, his cock is hard, pushing at his pants as he starts to stalk me.

The bed I share with them is soft, full of blankets that caress me, make me safe. It’s where I’ve been spending a lot of my time recently, nesting, and getting ready for my heat to hit in full bloom.

This time, with my heat, I know what’s coming, the need, the way my body coils in, aching already for him.

For Knight.

For Reaper.

I raise my chin. “Knight found better, safer ones,and we can adjust the dosage, let me go through heat on my terms, as intense or as mild as I want.”

Dante’s mouth turns in a smile, one that’s full of sex.

I know he can smell me, my scent filling the air tangles with his…and it sends all thoughts spinning, making them hard to grab.

“As you want?”

I nod, fear and need and longing filling every cell.

“So you’re telling me you’re fucking potent? Unprotected?”

I scoot back to my pillows, body crying out in protest at my running from him.

He lunges, grabs a fist of my hair, the pain a relief, sexual, and I cry out as I slam against him, a fever burning as we touch.

Dante’s mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sliding in, warring with mine, conquering. The kiss relieves some of the fast-coming heat. It’s only the fact he’s kissing me, fucking me with his tongue, the wet heat of him in my veins that stops me from freaking out.

That and the state he’s in.

He lifts his head.

The glitter in his gaze is feverish.

Oh, he’s so damn hard, and I rub against him, earning a guttural groan.

“I’m going to fucking rut your brains out. And we’re alone. No one else. It’s been a while since I’ve had you to myself,” he says, which is true. The other two alphas and the mate bond between us makes feelings and intentions known to all of us, so getting alone time with only one of the alphas has become basically nonexistent. “With Knight trying to put the pieces of the Council back together and Reaper out there stalking Candy, it’s just you and me.”

He's right about one thing—not too long ago, someone dropped an anonymous tip about Candice and her corruption, specifically her involvement in sex trafficking rings,bribery, blackmailing, and the embezzlement of Council money. Whoever revealed her had a lot of evidence to provide to authorities, so naturally, I assumed it was the Trinity who ousted her.

Of course, Dante denied it, but I’m not sure he’d tell me the truth either way.

After that, things happened really fast. The Council crumbled and Candice went missing. She ran for it, like the coward she is, and Knight moved in to try to rebuild the Council from the ground up. He’s making some major adjustments in the department that oversees the omega-mate assignments, for obvious reasons.

“Fuck, you’re turning me on,” Dante growls, staring at me like a hungry wolf. “Like you flipped a switch. And guess what? I think rutting is the only way out of this. You won’t be able to fucking move.”

To my surprise, he leaves. The lock clicks.

I sit up, breathing fast. Everything in me is happening all at once, and fear laps against my skin for a moment until I look around.

The blankets are soft and silky and everything in here smells like me. Almost. There’s a hint of Knight. The dark of Reaper. And the feral elemental scent of Dante that’s all over me.

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