Page 92 of Fallen Omega

I ignore the last part. “Nothing’s for free.”

“Knight—Reaper. I…they…”

“They what?” She’s just given Reaper away. He didn’t fuck her. I’d know, but she wants them both. She’s flinging them at me like they’ll save her.

Fuck, Knight probably would.

Reaper? He’d watch whatever it was I wanted to do to her. Maybe join in.

And in the end, Knight’s loyal to the Unholy Trinity, not a pretty little omega.

But I play with her some more.

“You think they have control over you? Or they’ll come to your rescue?”

“I…”

“Tonight, you’re going to do what you’re told. No man is to touch you. If he does, I’ll have him killed. You aren’t a dancer, you’re just cleaning up, bussing the tables. And then, if you pass, we’ll keep you on in exchange for protection. Then I’ll let you know if you’ll sing naked, or just strip.”

“I despise you.”

“Do you? I could tell you to drop to your knees and service me, or I could set up a room for you so you can lie on your back and fuck all the men who attend the event.”

“Bastard.” She turns pale and I… My triumph is tempered with a touch of guilt. That’s her power, she makes men protective. She also makes them want to fuck her.

Or maybe it’s Knight’s bite and how it somehow infiltrates me and Reap.

We’re the three alphas of the pack, all equal. The mark is bound to affect the three of us in some way. But I lean right in so she’s pinned, and she can feel the heat of me just like I can feel the heat of hers as it infiltrates flesh and bone and marrow, engorges my cock.

“But I won’t. As I said, I don’t want that. Fuck, I’m not even going to stop you getting it on with Knight, or Reaper, if you can, but you can’t do a fucking thing until your trial period’s over. A week. One week. And you can’t even try and get yourself off.”

“I’m not about to do that,” she says, voice all melting with heated need.

I close in a little more, my mouth skimming along her throat, not quite touching her, but I can fucking feel her pulse leap, her uptick in temperature. Smell her arousal.

It brings a musky complexity to her scent, so fucking sweet and erotic that it could fell a man.

Christ, no wonder Knight marked her.

She isn’t even in heat now and she’s as potent as if she was.

Fucking Lizette’s dangerous.

My kind of danger, the flame I like to taunt and tease and play in. My mouth hovers right at the mark.

And I blow out breath over it.

Lizette’s breath stutters and she arches her throat, the offer so fucking blatant I’m not sure she knows she’s doing it.

That move licks my balls.

“No, you’re not. You’re going to be good and obey me.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish. But know, either way, I’m your fucking boss now. Your lord and master.” I pause, sniffing her scent as I move up to her ear and plant a hand either side of her. She’s quivering, a hum that delights me running through her. “Youbetter not touch yourself. You don’t come. And you sure as shit don’t let Reaper or Knight fucking touch you.”

I stop, rethink that, and lift my head so I can look into her eyes. Her gaze catches and the longing, lust, hate, and anger are a special aphrodisiac for me.

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