Page 222 of Fallen Omega

My body…I never expected it to ramp up into heat so fast, but maybe it’s because I’m getting rid of the other blockers and I’m actually free. But my body, it pulsates with needs I know only mates can fulfil. They do it all the time, sometimes all at once.

But the room is low golden light, and gentle music starts, old melodies they know I love; they know me now.

A mixtape? Is that what this is? Something to soothe during my heat. But I just told?—

I sob. It gets free and I slide down, wrapping the sweet-smelling blankets around me. I read they shouldn’t smell likeanything but me. Maybe there’s something wrong with me because that heady subtle infusion of my mates makes it better.

So does the realization that Dante put on an act. He knew this was happening.

Of course he did. They don’t keep secrets.

I think I drift in a haze of misery and happiness, a strange dichotomy. Part biology, part me knowing I’m part of something special. But while I’m drifting, I know it’s not enough, my nest they made for me with love and tenderness in our room isn’t enough.

Not when my body beats and aches with need.

The door opens, and he slides in, the fever still in his gaze. He has a hot water bottle, and he’s not wearing shoes or a shirt. Just his trousers.

“You’re fucking potent, Angel. Your heat puts us into rut.”

And suddenly my insides cramp, and I need…I need…

Him.

Like he can hear me, he narrows his eyes, and he tosses the hot water bottle down.

Then he pulls the blankets off.

“Strip.”

Shaking, I pull my dress up and off, and he leans in, biting one bare nipple and then the other as he peels my panties off, sending the heat inside skyrocketing. The ache pulsates, pushing at me deep inside and I devour him as he stands back, drops his trousers and boxers and pumps his huge cock.

My world is swimming, swirling, down to him and me and the wild drive. I reach for him but he’s already there, on me, shoving my legs apart, and his cock pushes in, past my lips, splitting my pussy and wiping out that ache with pleasure.

It’s instantaneous.

Like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I go from one to a hundred immediately and it’s hot and wild. Dante grips my hair and fucks into me. Savage and deep.

I need more. Him deeper, harder and like he can read my thoughts he pounds into me, his cock swelling as I come. There’s no build, it just happens, my entire body pulsating and radiating waves of wild pleasure, and I scream out. How can I not?

Because he’s doing this for him. He’s in rut, jackhammering harder and harder, and every deep slam is a thrill and another note of searing pleasure sings.

He comes hard, his cock expanding in me, bigger than that last time he knotted, and he keeps fucking me, and I cum again. It’s hotter, better, deeper, pure body ecstasy from head to toe.

I can’t stop and neither can Dante. I rock hard on his knot that’s in me as he comes and comes, shaking, convulsing, savage words of carnage and love on his lips.

“Couldn’t wait for me?”

I think I come even as Dante stops, and I don’t know if it’s from Knight being there, or from the knot that’s slowly going down.

When Dante pulls out, finally, I’m both placated and unfulfilled.

“Out of the way, Dante,” Knight says, already naked.

My head is swimming now as he rolls me on the bed, and pulls me on top, him below, thrusting up.

I lock eyes with Dante who’s still there, naked, watching, on the far side of the bed, and then I close mine as Knight fucks up into me. Slower, softer and scratching my second itch of need.

He kisses me and I lose myself in that.

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