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@neverbendtheknee Mordern Mafia ABO

World Lore
- The setting is a modern city bigger than New York called Prthian where humans and faes live and work and crime together in ‘peace’
- There are seven ‘courts’ that rule the city with an eighth being for the humans that hold no real power because they don’t have magic
- The Night Court is the biggest and most powerful which Rhysand of course rules
- Spring Court is the smallest and weakest of the courts with Tamlin trying to gain power and influence any way he can
- It is said that the Night Court is a death sentence for any human as the ‘evil dark lord’ can not stand humans and has them hunted down
- On top of Fae and Human species and the fun dynamics that brings we also have Alpha/Beta/Omegas
- Both Fae and Humans can be all three but Alpha Humans have no power
- Fae males gain power based on what they show as Alpha/Beta/Omega
- Omegas are rare and sought after because if an Alpha bonds an Omega they become even more powerful
- For some reason that I haven’t thought of yet Omega Humans have the ability to turn Fae when they bond with a fae Alpha

More to be added

Feyre Archeron had not had an easy life even though she was the youngest of three girls and her family was well off at one point. She lost her mother at a young age and her father lost what wealth they had shortly after that. So with a father that couldn’t work and two sisters that didn’t know how Feyre took on the responsibility of making enough for her family.

She took to the streets and the first couple of years taught her a lot of hard life lessons. But Feyre refused to give up and let her family starve. She became a thief, learning to pickpocket almost anyone, and then learned to spot the people who had more money than they really needed. Those people received a special visit from Feyre. She was good at being a thief and became better the more she did it.

There was one major drawback and that was when she Showed as an Omega when puberty hit her. All of her family were Betas and she assumed she was just like them. But life was cruel. Omegas were sought after: hunted down and forced to bond Alphas and Feyre didn’t want that life. She couldn’t help her family if she was taken away.

So her solution was to take an easy to come by suppressor that caused her to come off as a Beta . But being on the suppressor was not good for an Omega especially if they took it long term like Feyre was. She had been taking it for years and her health was being affected by it.

But what was going to drive her to an early grave was her family. Her father thought he could get their money back and had promised a large amount to the Spring Court High Lord Tamlin. Well whatever scheme her father had been counting on fell through and they ended up losing everything. Tamlin was going to kill them all when Feyre offered herself up to the Fae. As payment and to be his thief. The only thing she wanted in return was the promise that her family would be looked after.

A deal was struck and Tamling took Feyre ‘home’ not knowing that he had an Omega within his reach. And to test her and see how skilled Feyre was as a thief he ordered her to steal from the High Lord of the Dark Court: Rhysand.

Feyre had argued against the order and Tamlin had to threaten her family to get her to agree to do what he had commanded.

Knowing she was going to die but at least her family would be taken care of, Feyre started to study the dark High Lord and his home. She found a way in and out pretty quickly because who would be stupid enough to steal from the Dark Lord as everyone called him.

So on the night when there was no moon, Feyre silently slipped into Rhysand’s office through the third story window, and silently prayed to the Goddess as she looked for something to steal that hopefully the Dark Lord wouldn’t notice missing.

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"Of course! I like the way you blush." The grin faded as she admitted to never being off suppressors, not minding how she bypassed his arm as he moved to follow her "You haven't?"

That wasn't good. That was downright dangerous. Never mind the potential fertility issues, there were other issues to consider. Like muscle build. And intolerance to scent. How old was she now? Rhys considered it but, she probably presented less than a decade ago. Had she really never been in a place safe enough? He didn't know which was worse.

"Is it really bad out there in the human sector?" His question was soft, almost worried sounding. And she trusted Tamlin to do the right thing? Never mind the rest of her family were betas. He didn't trust the ass to do anything useful.

“It’s really bad out there for… Omegas.” It was odd to admit it but there was no point in hiding it. Rhysand knew what she was. Everyone knew what she was. She hadn’t been back on suppressors long enough to hide it.

But it was actually really nice to talk about it and not have to worry that the High Lord would try and claim her. Or sell her off. Or whatever happened to poor Omegas.

“A downside of this place being a secret… Omegas don’t know it’s here.”

"It is a downside. Word can't get out because the other Alphas believe they have a right to the Omegas," he agreed with that. "And those people who have come here under asylum would be at risk. But, when we find Omegas at risk or being abused, we bring them here."

He walked with her, not even dismissing her case. Yes, it was mild compared to some others but that didn't make it any less valid.

"There are programs to help transition, even a few centers for those who go into heat and don't feel comfortable yet on their own or in their homes. We can do only so much. I hope that in the future, we can do more. But opening up this place to the general public? I can't put everyone else here at risk."

“No, I don’t blame you. This place is special and needs to be protected. I want Lelah to grow up not knowing the darkside of the world. She deserves that.” She would have loved to have a place like this when she presented. But that was in the past and she needed to figure out her future.

She wrapped her hand around Rhysand’s arm as they walked. “So why don’t you have an Omega?”

"I want that too." He smiled as he felt her hand slip into the crook of his arm. Soft and genuine that lit up his eyes. "Because I want an equal. Someone who can handle themselves with or without me. Someone who understands why, out in the rest of the world, I am the Dark Lord, the Prince of Nightmares. Someone who sees me here in this place."

He shook his head slightly. "I can't have someone like that. I don't want to risk them given the life I lead. Someone's always waiting for me to slip up and have a weakness. I can't ask anyone to bear that burden."

“That sounds like a pretty lonely way to live. So you’re never going to have an Omega?” She was curious about the tall dark male that was walking beside her. That and her inner Omega wanted more. It was hounding Feyre for more. To scent him and claim him. Her hand tightened on his arm as she pushed those thoughts down.

“What about a Beta?”

"I haven't found the person who is my equal. My other half. My mate." He looked over at her with a bemused smile. "That person could be Omega, Beta, maybe they're an Alpha, I don't know."

Enjoying the stroll, he took in a deep breath. Some would say he was just enjoying the crisp air off the Sidra, others would suspect he was scenting her as unobtrusively as possible.

"With the fae, there were mating bonds before any of this Alpha/Omega stuff. Millennia ago. I like to think it still exists, somewhere in the quiet part of ourselves. Like a soulmate? But.... deeper. It might be silly to dream about but what is the purpose of life if we can't dream?"

“Sometimes we only have dreams to keep us going.” There was a soft pause as they kept walking. Feyre felt herself relax as she walked beside the powerful Alpha. She knew she was safe and didn’t have to stay on guard. Her inner omega was practically purring.

“”Will… nevermind.” Feyre wouldn’t allow herself to be in debt to another High Lord. Rhysand might be charming but he was still a High Lord and a fae. This all could be a facade.

Her hand slipped from his arm as they continued to walk. “Tonight was lovely. Thank you.”

Whatever she had wanted to say had broken the spell. He waited for that question to come but it never did and part of him deep inside was growling as she slipped away. But he smiled, inclining his head. "You're welcome."

They were at the house so he opened the door for her to go inside. "I hope you can rest well tonight." Considering there wouldn't be any locks on the doors, sure! But to have Rhys nearby? Good luck with sleeping, then. "I hope your dreams are peaceful."

Another smile and a clipped, gallant bow, he started heading to his room, knowing he would be sleeping with the windows wide open. Or ... staring at the ceiling with the windows wide open.

The morning would have breakfast cooking, a bottle of suppressors on the counter for her choice, and Rhysand looking very homey in slacks, a fitted long sleeve shirt and an apron for effect. Perhaps he could tempt her to eat with blueberry pancakes? Little brown sausages? Fresh juice?

“Goodnight, High Lord.” Feyre went and found an empty room but even the empty rooms held Rhysand’s scent, his scent and others, but his scent stood out the most. She needed to get away from him before she did something stupid. Like jumping him. She needed to get back on her suppressors.

Not knowing where her clothes ended up, Feyre slept naked. Well if you call tossing and turning all night as her core ache to be filled by the strong Alpha that was just a few doors down sleeping, then Feyre slept. It was a horrible sleep and by the morning she was exhausted. But she didn’t get out of bed.

She waited to hear Rhysand head down stairs first before she got up. She showered and washed in the adjoining bathroom, feeling more human after a long hot shower, but the clothes were her next issue. She didn’t want to put on the dress and she still had no idea where her other clothes had gone.

So she snuck out and with her inner omega urging her on, Feyre snuck into Rhysand’s room. It was a good and bad idea because as soon as she entered, she was aroused. Her folds were slick and she found herself distracted from her original goal.

It took her longer than she would have liked but she found a shirt that would be long enough and put it on. Aroused and dressed only in his shirt, Feyre headed downstairs. She saw the suppressors and was tempted but her inner Omega roared not to take them.

Fuck.

“Please tell me there is coffee.”

"Of course. The life blood of the ages," he started, already turning around. "How do you-- ... like... it?" His brain was stalling when he saw her in his shirt. Inwardly, his Alpha preened as he noted that she was covered in his scent. Outwardly, he fought not to look down her legs and cleared his throat. "I knew I forgot something," he muttered, turning to the coffee maker, the statement the only tell that he had been rattled by having such a delectable Omega in his home and presence. "If you want, I've made certain there's some other clothes for you where you slept last night." Of course he figured it out belatedly. And he didn't need to go rumaging around what with magic and the like. It was nothing to coax the house's enchantments to provide something that was casual and fitted enough not to be too distracting. Maybe. Hopefully.

"I do expect company this morning, and as much as I adore you like that," he flashed a wicked grin. "I don't want my brothers to get any ideas. Which they know better," he amended quickly, looking a little sheepish. "They aren't out of their minds with instincts like others can be. But you can keep the shirt." Saying it and seeing it were two different things, he was well aware. Thus the shirt with his scent on her would be additional security. "I asked them because they should be aware of what Tamlin's doing and how best to help in getting property back."

However, it was noted that the breakfast he was making was small, him and hers. The rest could settle for what the house provided.

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“Hmmm? I’m covered. I’m not showing anything am I?” Feyre turned in a circle, showing herself off. She was in full Omega mode and she was losing control quickly. She had never been around an Alpha this long without suppressors and last night was torture.

It was taking a lot not to jump Rhysand.

She moved over to him and the coffee, standing right beside him. She reached across him to grab a cup and filled it up.

“How many brothers do you have? And they’ve never seen a girl in a shirt before? Sugar please.” She held her cup out.

Rhys' expression went from mildly confused to suspicious. She was barely wearing anything in front of him and he was barely more than a stranger! The way she sauntered right over to him and reached across for the coffee-- He inhaled, eyes almost rolling in the back of his head.

Shit, shit shit shit shit!

"They have," he said as mildly as he could, adding spoonfuls of sugar in until she said stop. His mind was reeling, though. He's handled Omegas in heat before, mostly while rescuing from unsavory situations and placing them into an Omega center as quickly as he could. It has been alluring all those other times, but this time? Oh, he didn't want to take her anywhere except to his bed. SHIT!. "Though I would imagine it might be a little out of character for you to meet them in this state. And I have two."

Rhysand dumped his own coffee down the drain and reheated water again for the tea concoction that was in the cupboard, trying to work as quickly as he could without leaving her side for too long. This was bad. He couldn't have three Alphas in here right now! If he didn't rip their throats out as soon as they walked in, there was going to be a huge fight over Feyre.

No, he couldn't risk it. The meeting would have to wait. Summoning his phone to his hand, he made certain he was as close to her as possible without touching her. That in of itself was torture as he tried to send a mass text to his people. Meeting postponed for the next three days at least. Don't bother coming to the townhouse and that meant Mor, too.

Just as he hit send, the door opened. Well, fuck, this was the first time they decided to be early. He heard their voices, full of curiosity. Of COURSE they would want to be here early today! Cassian came in first, already joking with Az about something. In a silent snarl, Rhys took Feyre by the shoulders and gently moved her behind him as the door to the kitchen area opened.

"Hey, that smells--"

"GET. OUT."

Frozen in place, the first Illyrian stared wide eyed at his High Lord, mouth agape. Azriel looked over his shoulder, caught sight of the woman in just Rhysand's shirt and nothing else, his eyes going wide. Amren, behind them, was cranking about how they were idiots to stand in the doorway and they needed to keep moving. Azriel grabbed Cassian's shoulder just as their cell's dinged at the same time and started tugging him back. "Meeting's canceled, Amren. We have to go."

"What? Why?" The fae looked around the two giantous men and peered right at Rhysand's face, then noted Feyre. She cackled, pointing at the High Lord. "Oh, you are fucked, boy!"

“Thank you Alpha.” Feyre basically preened up Rhysand before she took a sip of her coffee. She made a happy noise and leaned against the counter. She was happy and content to stay right where she was, beside Rhysand, as she listened to him. She really wanted to be in his lap but he wasn’t sitting down so it wasn’t an option.

She hadn’t been ready to be moved and protested when Rhysand put her behind him. “Hey! You almost spilled my coffee… oh they’re cute.” Feyre had popped her head around Rhysand’s large body to see what was going on. “And they have wings!”

Running on pure Omega instinct, Feyre wrapped her arm around Rhysand as she pressed herself to his back. “They can stay. They don’t need to leave.”

Thank you, Alpha had him groaning and cringing at the same time. Yep. Omega in heat. And he was going to make damn certain no other Alpha was going to touch her, too.

This was not the way he planned this to happen.

"Yes, they do," he grit out, eyes on his brothers and Amren while trying to ignore the way Feyre molded up against his back.

Az continued tugging Cassian away. "Yes, I-um...forgot there's some paperwork to do."

"Huh?" Cassian glanced backwards as he was being hauled back. "What paperwork?"

"You know. Paperwork," the other man hissed as Amren was still chuckling, moving out of the way.

"He's so fucked. Let me know if you can't handle her, Rhysand~ I'll give it a go." Giving Feyre a wink, she was the one who closed the door, leaving the pair alone again.

Rhys tried to take a cleansing breath-failed, and then plastered on a smile as he turned to her. "You are in no condition to have those three stay," he rumbled softly, unable to stop touching her waist.

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“Why not? I feel fine.” Not the truth but Rhysand didn’t need to know that. Feyre felt warm and her skin felt tight, like it was being stretched. Not to mention the growing ache between her thighs that grew with every breath and touch.

She pressed her face against his chest and took in a long deep breath. She moaned and her hand gripped his shirt. She had never felt like this before. “What’s… happening?”

Yep. Amren was right. He was fucked.

"Congratulations, Feyre darling. You're in heat." He couldn't help but nuzzle the top of her hair, still a little damp and fresh from her shower. "And you're of no mind to make decisions for yourself. I'm sorry."

Did that tea have enough time to brew? It better have. Keeping one hand on her waist, shuddering slightly because of how right she felt against him, he reached for the cup, tossed the bag in the sink and downed that slightly less scalding tea, not daring to stop. Finishing with a gasp, his face now red, Rhys looked down at her, his expression concerned. "I should take you to one of the centers so you can go through this in peace." Even though he'd never make it, he needed to say it.

“No, I’m not.” The young human shook her head and looked up at Rhysand but she didn’t pull away. There was no way she could pull away. Not when she was wrapped around him and he smelled so damn good. “I can’t be. I’ve never….”

There was more denial as she pressed her face against his neck, rubbing against the scent gland there that was so sensitive on her. Her hands pulled at his shirt. She needed more skin contact.

“I don’t even know you.”

"When one is on suppressors for a very long time and then there's a lull or a break, it can trigger a heat cycle," he groaned, tilting his head back so she had better access to his neck. "It can be sudden and strong. Like now." His hands started to shift lower, itching to pull that shirt up higher.

No! Bad, Rhys!

More than anything, he wanted to pin her against the counter and barely managed to abort that move and had her pinning him against it instead. Gone was his teasing, shocking language as he fought to keep himself under control. But his voice was still dark and silky as he wound both arms around her, keeping her close. It was the exact opposite of what he should be doing with her.

"I know you don't know me. So if you want to go to the center, we'll get pants on you and go." Good luck walking with that erection trying to bust through your pants, Rhys.

“No pants. I can’t stand having anything against my skin.” There was a groan and a soft whimper as she got a lung full of his pure scent. It made her weak in the knees and completely slick and ready for him. Unable to stop herself, Feyre kissed and mouth that wonderful scent gland as she tugged on his shirt.

“I’ll take suppressors and be okay.”

"It... doesn't work like that." He can't help the curse that slips out after, the fingers carding into her hair to keep her right there. "Too far gone."

All of it was 'too far gone.' With a helpless noise, he turned his head to gently bite at her jaw, just pressing his teeth there with a near sub-audio rumble. Rhys' eyes slipped closed as he bit again, this time closer to her chin. His hands were being directed by someone else as they rucked up her shirt a little higher, fingers slipping over her skin.

"I've been wanting to touch you so bad, see you spread out before me, hold your breasts and suck on them." Another shuddering breath tore through him. "Oh gods, they are perfect. The things I can do to them-all the things I want to do to them. You smell so. good. Feyre." The last bit was murmured against her lips, the last of his restraint going quickly. "I can't resist you."

“I’ve wanted you to touch me since your car…” Feyre was melting under his touch, making soft needy noises with each teasing nip as the truth spilled out of her mouth. She was going to be at the complete mercy of an Alpha she barely knew and that didn’t scare Feyre.

The need was building in her, pulsing with her racing heart, and everything else that wasn’t it didn’t matter. She needed him so badly that it hurt.

“Please touch me… I need you….” Feyre leaned in and kissed Rhysand.

The logical part of him insisted that was just her Omega talking, not her. But he couldn't resist it either as he inhaled on the kiss, coaxing more from her as his hands curled around her thighs by the Mother, she was so slick already! and lifted her up like she weighed nothing more than paper.

With every step he took, carrying her up the stairs, her core was running along the tent of his pants, temping him to lose all coordination. There was no need to kick in his door, it opened automatically on a thread of magic and he headed straight for the bed, laying her down as if she was the most precious thing he had ever seen.

"Feyre," he breathed in benediction, kneeling up so he could look at her, magically ripping the shit away into some pocket dimension somewhere. That's when his hands went to work, touching her everywhere, especially her breasts. The dark blue of his eyes went midnight violet as he drank in the sight, chest heaving as he took in her intoxicating scent.

The friction of Rhysand’s pants rubbing and sliding against her core caused Feyre to let out a needy moan and her thighs tightened around the High lord as he carried her. The need was driving her. She wanted nothing else but for Rhysand to breed her, fill her, she needed to have his babies.

“Now.” Feyre demanded as she reached for Rhysand, pulling him in for a hot heated kiss as she wrapped her legs around his. She ached, almost painfully, and it was getting worse by the second. How did anyone survive this without a big strong Alpha like Rhysand. “Please… now. I need you now.”

How could he resist an order like that? Groaning helplessly, he sat back on his heels, not a stitch of clothing on him. He was all muscle, tattoos, some scars and angular lines as he breathed, drunk off her scent and his need.

No more waiting.

Lining the head of his cock up against her entrance, silently promising more to come, he glanced back up to her flushed face, something unreadable flashing across his eyes as he starts to press in, eyes fluttering in bliss as he tried to take it slow, give her time to adjust. "Feyre."

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