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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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"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.”

"I need you," he murmured, swirling his hips carefully, eyes losing focus at the glorious sensation, "to stay in one piece in all the important places." Rhys sank in a little more, distracting both of them with a deep, soul seeking kiss, enjoying every give she made to his taking. As soon as he was within, he didn't stop the gentle thrusts, beginning as minute shifts and then turning into strong pistons, a little sound coming from him each time he pushed in and exhaled. Curling his forearms under her shoulders, his hands delved into her hair, tilting her head back so he could feast on her throat, teasing that one scent gland as he let some of his control go, his thrusts becoming longer, faster and stronger into her. He couldn't hold back even if he wanted to with her delectable scent driving him on.

It was everything her body was craving and more. She felt whole with Rhysand moving inside of her, thrusting into her over and over again. Her hands were in his hair tugging with each thrust as she cried out: moaning and pleading for more. Their bodies and her voice filled the room as she rocked, meeting his thrusts.

“Rhysand… right there…” Feyre whimpered, her neck and throat exposed to the powerful Alpha, as the pleasure built and built. Soon she was tensing up, her fingers digging into his scalp, as she reached her peak.

She came with a cry ripped from her lips. Feyre was saying his name over and over again as the pleasure washed over her and her body trembled.

Feeling her cum around him had him almost completely lost. It was her name he whimpered, the thrusts becoming nothing but little shivers as he tried to stay inside as deeply as he could, mouth flipping over her throat, his teeth aching to claim her completely even as he forced himself not to. Right now, the only thing in his head was her muscles milking him, begging him for that final bit he could give.

"Fuck-Feyre!" That was it. He was gone. That tension that had been coiling in his spine snapped and the need to be as deep as possible while he pumped he release into her over and over again slowly slid to a stop while he shuddered, the spill continuing while his brain blanked out and his arms tightened around her.

Feyre curled into Rhysand as he came deep inside of her. She pressed her face against his shoulder as her body milked him. She moaned with pleasure, this was exactly what her body wanted, and the urge to bite was strong. She gave in.

Feyre bit his shoulder, moaning, hard. It wasn’t the right spot but the young human refused to give into that need to claim him. To be claimed.

She pulled back, panting, and rested her forehead against that bite mark. “Sorry… I’m sorry…”

That bite had him seeing stars and a new surge of pleasure. So close--so close! And it had been enough to make a second orgasm slam into him, feeling her tighten even more around his girth, ensuring everything he offered would stay put and keep her warm and filled and soaking. That bite had been damning even if it hadn't claimed him. A little piece of him mourned that revelation and his tongue bathed that spot on her neck he wanted to bite, to claim her in turn.

"Bite me whenever you wish," he purred when he could form words again, both relaxing over her and taking up some of his weight to not crush her while they continued to cool down. "Wherever you wish. I want all of you. Your teeth, your claws, your softness, your wetness." Rhys was still delirious, more than a little giddy, and fuck if he wasn't softening any time soon. A slight roll of his hips confirmed he was in as deep as he could be, as stuck as ever, and damn if he didn't want to do it again. "You're so damn perfect, Feyre. Cauldron drown me, I want you again, screaming out my name and biting me, clenching around me over and over-" Fuck, he was babbling out whatever his mind demanded.

Feyre’s cheeks flushed not only because of the mind blowing sex that they just had but also at Rhysand’s words. Somewhere in her pleasure addled mind, Feyre was pretty sure he was only saying those words because she was an Omega in heat. That and he was Rhysand. He liked to flirt.

But she was so high on pleasure, filled so much that she felt like she was going to burst. The young human whined when Rhysand rolled his hips, pushing even more into her, and a hand grabbed his hip.

“I can’t take anymore… please.” Her inner omega was sedated for a moment, pleased that she was knotted with a strong male’s seed inside of her. But Feyre knew another wave of the heat would soon be on her. If not sooner because of how eager Rhysand was. “You have to stay still. I’ll bite you if you stay still.”

I'll bite you if you stay still. Rhysand froze at that moment, eyes holding a little more clarity for her safety. "Are you hurt?" Shit, he couldn't even pull away! He had to soothe that worry with gentle kisses on her forehead. They were sweet and chaste compared to the coupling they just had, the press of his lips slight while the fingers in her hair slowly rubbed her scalp.

But the thought of her biting him again had his mind rolling in on itself. Gods, he wanted the perfect press of her teeth on his skin, wherever she decided to do it. He wanted to feel it in the layers of his muscles as a permanent imprint of her on him.

Fuuuuuck.

He never felt like this with any other lover he had! Normally he would simply be relaxing beside them, never having knotted them in the first place. Oh, there were ways to avoid that potential embarrassment but it never crossed his mind to do that here--which he should have thought about, honestly. No, now he was simply running his chin along her cheek, his lower half still as stone as he complimented how perfect her thighs felt around his hips, his subconscious scenting of her continuing as he waited for her teeth to press into him again. Shit, he even offered his throat for it, shivering in anticipation. "Please," was the choked whisper, begging for more of her sharp edges.

“No no no. I’m not hurt.” Feyre was quick to reassure, not wanting Rhysand to think he had hurt her. No, he had done the complete opposite. She felt good. So good. Probably the best she had ever felt if she was going to be honest with herself. “I’m sensitive… and very full.”

But she was happy to take the kisses, the soft reassuring touches, and feel Rhysand react to the thought of her biting him. He was asking, almost pleading, for her to bite him. He wanted her. At that thought Feyre flushed with pleasure and she squeezed down around his knot and cock.

“Here?” Feyre asked as she kissed his shoulder. “Or maybe here…?” She moved and nipped at his earlobe. “What about here?” She kissed his jaw before giving it a soft nuzzle with her nose.

His breath was barely controlled and shuddered on the exhale as she played. Rhys could feel how hard he swallowed, how he instinctively bared his throat more, purring at her nips and nuzzles. A low, rough laugh came from him. "Oh, you wicked little thing. Holding me in thrall and torturing me like this while you have me so thoroughly trapped?"

It was true. Everyone believed that Alphas were the superiors but in this moment, Feyre had him by the balls, almost literally! And very literally by the knot. Highly aggressive and stupid Alphas forgot that part of an Omega power.

Rhys let her play and encouraged it, with every presented option, he gave an equal opinion-the farther away from that one marking gland had him lamenting that of course his skills hadn't been good enough (this time) to convince her while when she teased closer, he had lost his wits and resorted to leaning in slightly with that soft, breathless plea.

“Too bad Omegas can’t claim Alphas…” Or at least from what Feyre knew that they couldn’t. Alphas always had all the control. But that didn’t stop Feyre from kissing that sensitive scent spot, trailing her lips over it before giving it a teasing nip. “Or I’d be tempted too.” Another teasing nibble before she bit down where his neck and shoulder met. She didn’t break the skin but it was close as her body tensed.

"Gods, Feyre!" He didn't think she would do it-at least come so close to it. His cry was one of pining lust, almost orgasmic on its own, his body spasming outside of his control. The most surprising thing was that he let her do it, and the next surprising thing was that he was mourning the fact it wasn't enough. So close-so fucking close and--

"Do that again," Rhys panted breathlessly, "and I won't have to even move in you to come. Fuck." His mouth dropped onto her scent gland, sucking at first and then letting his teeth scrape harmlessly over it. Even that was testing the last shreds of his control as his tongue flickered over it and he had to pull away, gasping. "You're so fucking perfect." It was an act of congress not to just start rutting into her, but he could at least let his hands roam, one rolling her breast in one hand while the other stroked the length of her side, lingering on her hip.

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