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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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“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."

As much as Feyre’s body craved and needed Rhysand and his cock, she had never had sex before. So while she was slick and definitely ready there was still a bit of a stretch around his cock. Feyre couldn’t help but clench up as she gasped.

“Oh!” She grabbed his arms as her back arched. “That’s… oh goddess.”

Well, that wasn't a whole truck load of ice water dumped on him at all! The way she moved and tightened around him had him freezing while he panted, eyes wide and wild. Of course the woman he wanted would still be a---

His Alpha absolutely howled in triumphant glee.

Rhysand eased back, just to take the pressure off that tight hole and cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Feyre. Tell me you've slept with another male. You've taken someone to your bed, right?" Still lust driven, his eyes held some of that clarity and focus, fighting against that drive to just take her and be done.

“What?” She was fighting with her inner Omega which was disappointed and begging to be filled and didn’t like that her Alpha had pulled back. She blinked up at Rhysand, trying to fight through the need and want and lust.

“No…” She shook her head and pulled on his arms, wanting him closer. “Don’t stop. I need you. Please.”

"I'm not going to stop," he assured her with a quiet murmur, stroking her hair for a moment. No, he wasn't going to stop, but he was surely going to alter a bit of his technique. He knew he should have taken her to the center!

He offered another deep, heated kiss, letting one hand stroke down her body and rest for a moment at the apex of her thighs. She was so hot and wet already and his fingers stroked lightly, moving in tandem with her body to start coaxing her higher. "I'm also not going to tear you to pieces, my Omega," he breathed into her ear, nose and face nuzzling as he went to kiss her throat and drag his teeth over her own scent glands, barely resisting the urge to bite.

One finger slipped in, then two on the next stroke, concentrating on helping her body get used to the sensation before he claimed her officially.

“Yours… I like that sound…” Feyre moaned, her back arching as his fingers stroked between her thighs. It fueled the flame to be bred, to be filled, and her nails dug into Rhysand’s arms and shoulders as she whimpered. “Please… Alpha… Please, I need you.”

She nipped at his ear and pulled him closer. “Mine… all mine…”

"Rhys," he murmured, breath catching at her little bite. His fingers pumped a steady rhythm, easy and building without any tease he was going to draw away. "Rhys will take care of you, Feyre. Rhys is yours."

Gods, she was so much! Wet, willing, the scent of her was driving him mad. He longed to drink her down, play with her until her begging was screaming and the tears that would leak would be from naked want and nothing else. He pressed his thumb to her clit, groaning at the welcoming, demanding throb, and circled over it in time with his fingers in her, guiding that coaxing that first orgasm to life. It was so good like this that he couldn't help the tiny rocking motions that had his engorged cock slipping deliciously in that crease of her thigh, offering a poor mimickry of what he was planning to do.

"You're driving me crazy," Rhys groaned out, the shift in his fingers quickening. "You're so good, I could come on your leg just... like... this..."

Thank the Mother he wasn't in rut in the same time: this could be so much worse than it was--and so much better, his Alpha growled.

“Rhys.” His name came out in a breathy needy moan, her eyes on his, as his fingers stroked her closer and closer to a mind numbing pleasure. Her body was tensing and Feyre was slowly losing control as the pleasure built with each stroke and rub over her clit. “Rhysand… I want your-”

Her words were cut off as she cried out, back arching and body trembling as she came hard and on his fingers. Her toes curled and a long moan followed as the Omega relished the pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. She might have just had an amazing orgasm but her body still ached, throbbing with the need to be filled with knot and come.

Feyre relaxed against the bed, panting, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. She was enjoying the boneless pleasure she was feeling. “Is that how… all orgasms are supposed to feel like?”

The sound of her voice had him purring and then the way she crested? He fucking cooed, drawing it out, holding her close, practically wrapping himself around her as he relished the feeling of her on his fingers. Not even the Cauldron was going to save him now. Relaxing once she did, he stroked her damp hair in the process of kissing her skin gently. His teeth ached in a way he never had with anyone else.

"Not always... sometimes they're even better," he teased with his voice, nuzzling her neck again and breathing deeply. Her scent was the only thing he needed, it was needed more fervently than the air it rode on. He had kept his fingers inside, still for the moment. "This, my darling, is just the beginning." Rhys finally pulled his fingers away, lifting them up to his mouth and locking eyes with her as he licked them clean with low, hungry growls, savoring it all as if she were the very dessert he had been denied for centuries. Popping the last digit away, he was panting, eyes hazed with need.

He slowly moved between her thighs again, reverently moving her leg to drape over his own thigh while bending to offer a kiss, hard cock nudging at her entrance, his hips almost uncharacteristically gentle as he started to roll his girth forward, giving her plenty of time to tell him if she needs time. "Let me know if I need to go slower."

There was a noise of disappointment, of need to be filled, when Rhysand pulled his fingers from her. She felt empty and she needed him. But she was soon distracted by watching Rhysand lick his fingers cleaned, her eyes never leaving his mouth. She wanted that mouth on her and between her legs.

She gasped into the kiss, her arms and hands wrapping around his shoulder and neck, keeping him close as she felt him nudge and press against her entrance. She was slick and stretched, ready for him to fill her, to make her his. Feyre moaned into the kiss and shook her head. “Don’t go slow. I need you, Rhysand. I need you to fill me.”

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