Page 28 of Fallen Omega

If she wanted that there’d be a hundred better places for a girl like her. And if she wanted it, she’d wait until the heat hit.

If she wanted that, an omega who looked like her could get it. Anywhere.

And she’d have taken what was on offer. She wouldn’t have fought back.

There’s a part of me that stirs, the old earnest part, the purely OG name part from back when I was idealistic—when I thought the world operated in a different way. Before someone fucked up my ticket out of hell, and bad decisions met more bad decisions. It took Dante saving my ass from prison and showed me how to shape this world…that part thinks she’s like me. Like us, I guess.

Even Reaper.

Someone who doesn’t want the normal shackles of the life the Council decides. Someone who’s more than the sum of her parts.

Yeah, and also someone who I want to claim as mine because the longer we sit here, the less I can smell the other alpha tainting her.

“Feeling better?” I ask.

She nods, rubs her lip gingerly. “Yeah, my head’s clearing.”

“Good.” I stand and offer her my hand. “I’ll make sure you get home.”

I’m a little hazy on whether watching her meant keeping her at the club, but she should be somewhere safe, and that’s home. Darcy can do it. Even Julien and?—

Oh. Fuck.

She puts her hand in mine and everything lights up.

“I’m Lizette,” she whispers.

“Knight.”

“Like the opposite of day? Night?”

“No, like your knight in shining armor.” I grin.

“It fits.”

I help her up and we’re both breathing hard. Our hands electrify where they touch and it’s like her scent’s in me, turning my blood into a firestorm.

“I…” Suddenly, she’s in my arms, her mouth on mine.

She tastes of heaven, sweet and delicious, the rarest thing, and I’m instantly hard.

I curl a hand in her hair, pull back her head. Her eyes are liquid desire, her pulse throbbing, and I’m overcome with the desire to wipe his scent from her, imprint her with mine.

Lizette kisses me again, a fevered kiss, and I don’t care that she’s not skilled. She’s perfection and her fingers are in my curls, her sweet, soft body pushing into me.

She rubs herself on my hard-on, like she needs to come, like she’s going for broke in a fever pitch and I lift my head. “Liz?—”

“Shut up.” Her voice is low, feral, a melodious note that catches hold of my cock. She claws at my clothes and I take her mouth in a slow, hot kiss, one that has her panting into me.

I look at her. “My way. My rules.”

With that, I turn us and slam her into the wall. She wraps one leg around me, rubbing on my jeans, and I swear to fuck I feel how wet she is, her slick, and with it her perfumed skin blooms brighter, headier.

What really drives me insane is the snap to attention in her gaze when I told her it’s my way.

She’s a natural fucking good girl.

“You wanna please me?” I slide a hand soft along her thigh.

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