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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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He couldn't help but grin, nuzzling into her neck again. "I can cover a lot," he purred, finally managing to disengage which pulled a sharp intake of breath from him. And now, he could move on to other fun things which he believes Feyre would like.

One such fun thing was to trail kisses down her throat, moving down between her breasts, kissing and licking as he traveled lower. His eyes kept flicking back up to her, smirking devilishly as he concentrated on one part here or another patch of skin there, taking his time to slowly shift one arm under one thigh and then his other arm under the corresponding leg, giving her plenty of time to adjust or tell him no.

Feyre adjusted, shifting her hips even as her cheeks blushed, watching Rhysand settle between her legs. She clenched her thighs for a moment, stopping him as she felt what was leaking out of her. His seed. Her blush grew darker.

“You just… came in me.” It wasn’t a no because Feyre wanted it. She wanted to feel his mouth on her, licking her clean and making her come. The need was in her eyes as she looked down at him.

Having an idea of her thoughts (not like she wasn't broadcasting them anyway,) he paused, dragging his eyes from that succulent patch of skin before him to her eyes. "Yes, I did. And after I lap it all up," he was purring, practically breathing the words to her belly, "I'm going to be compelled to stuff you full again." His tongue dipped into her navel briefly.

"Think you can handle that, Feyre darling?"

“I…” Feyre was flushed and flustered because she had never thought in a million years a man would offer what Rhysand was offering. She whimpered and nodded her head, her thighs relaxing and only shaking slightly doing so. “If that is what you want…”

Rhys may have felt her start to relax, but he didn't start moving lower on her body yet. "What do you want?" What he wanted? It didn't care in this moment. It wasn't about him, no matter what anyone else would say.

“What? No. Don’t make me say it Rhysand.” Feyre’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she looked down at him. She wanted to look away, to shy away, but the sight of him between her legs. She could feel his breath against her and it was causing Feyre’s toes to curl. “I want what you want.”

And evil grin plastered on his face just before he pressed a loving kiss on that spot just above that split of skin holding promise. He opened his mouth as if to lick all the way down, tongue ready to part the folds and lap up everything, but then he lifted his face. "What do I want, Feyre?" His voice was dark to the point of a growl as his eyes lit up with that fire of need.

Feyre let out a whimper, her body heated, as Rhysand tormented her with his mouth. He had kissed so close to where she wanted him that her hips had rocked up, wanting him fully between her thighs. But he pulled his head up and caused Feyre to let out a desperate frustrated noise.

“You are beyond evil. You know what you want!” She rolled her hips again as a hand moved to his head, tugging on his dark strands downward.

His laugh was rough and husky as his eyes glittered with amusement. Oh, there was no way he was going to let her off the hook now. "Use your words, Feyre. I can't read your mind." The way he said that, though...It was just a little too smug.

"And I'm not the evil one, here. You teased about claiming me, stirring me up into a tizzy, and now you believe you think you know what I'm thinking?" He lowered his head, letting his tongue snake out and just start to dip into her slick folds, touching absolutely none of the places she would want him to touch. "Tell. Me."

Her thighs trembled, clenching around Rhysand’s head as his tongue dipped between her folds. He was so close! Feyre pulled on Rhysand’s hair and let out a pleading whimper, unable to take his torment anymore.

“You want to lap up all your come, clean me with your mouth, and then stuff me full again and I want that. Please!”

Before 'please' was finished, his mouth was wide and on her, slowly lapping up everything with slow, broad sweeps as Rhys groaned against her. While the quickness of his actions were there, his mouth and tongue were gentle, fingers spreading her open more as he traced all the folds and dipped into her entrance, taking his time to do exactly what she wanted.

He was in heaven, lapping up their combined tastes, playfully lip biting at her clit, one hand creeping up to fondle a breast. The soft, precise flicks of his tongue drew her clit out further and his tongue reaching deeply within her had his eyes rolling as her muscles tried to clutch at him. He could easily live here for the rest of his life and not regret one moment of it.

“Rhysand!” His name came out in a shuddering breath as he pleasured her with an expert touch. She was at his mercy, her legs wrapping around his head, as her hand tightened in his hair. The pleasure built with each touch, lick of his tongue or nip of his teeth. Feyre was soon trembling, her back bowing as her body trembled. She was getting close. So close.

She cried out his name as the pleasure built to its peak and she came hard. She pulled on his hair as she came, her body trembling as she got lost in the intense wave of pleasure.

He moaned as he felt her spasms, riding that particularly delicious wave until need overcame him again. But he still waited for her hips to slow, her whole body to become boneless again before he moved from her thighs. The inadvertent lack of air had his mind whirling and his dick as hard as a rock. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes smoldered as he looked down upon her, watching every breath and pulse while his hands ran over her thighs.

"You're delicious," came the purr, shifting so that his hardened shaft lay nestled against her folds, pulsing a time counter to hers. "So delicious that I want you again, Feyre. Are you ready?"

“Oh gods. It be too much.” She found herself sensitive and boneless, mind still fogged with pleasure, as Rhysand pressed himself against her. She whimpered and her thighs tightened around the high lord, her hands gripping his arms. “Oh. Too much.”

Even as she said it she felt herself becoming slick for Rhysand, the ache to be filled and stretch had started and there was no point in fighting it.

“Yes, gods yes.”

He took the first words as what Feyre was saying and the second set of words as what the Omega was saying. With that, he merely rolled his hips, sliding over her folds, enjoying her warmth and wetness as he nuzzled and purred against her neck. "You're so strong, Feyre. You can take it. You take all of it so well. Even when it's so much."

While the hunger was still there, he also had a greater handle on his faculties. The edge had slackened so he could be present without the gnawing demands of his Alpha, taking his time to enjoy every slicked up inch as he started to sink into her.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” And it would be a wonderful amazing mind numbing death. Feyre’s hands moved to Rhysand’s shoulders and neck, her nails biting into his skin as he started to sink into her. She was so slick and ready for him. Feeling herself stretch around him brought pleasure that made Feyre moan. Her head tilted back, exposing her neck and submitted to the Alpha pushing inside of her.

“I want to be yours.”

It was the Omega's Heat (tm) talking, he knew. But still, to live in that fantasy for a little bit--

"Then make me yours," he taunted in that velvet voice, licking at that marking gland, not even daring to place teeth there. "Make me yours when you can think outside of this." He rolled his hips, withdrawing almost completely before sinking in again, grunting softly. He longed to hear his name howled from her lips but he also wanted this: to simply exist and bring her again to that edge and almost believe that she truly wanted him.

“Rhysand…” His name came out in a moan as he withdrew and then sunk back into her. She rolled her hips, rocking into his slow sure thrust. She whimpered at the feel of his tongue teasing that sensitive spot on her neck, the spot where he could make her his. She wanted him. Her inner Omega wanted this strong kind Alpha to be hers and damn the consequences.

She whimpered at his words and a hand moved to pull on his hair. “I can’t… I can’t make you mine. You’re an alpha…” But the thought made her inner Omega happy. Made Feyre happy too.

"And your education is lacking," he breathed heavily, keeping his thrusts slow and steady despite his urge to fuck her hard and fast again. "Are they not telling Omegas anymore that they, too, claim Alphas? They do and they should. That is how the bond becomes utterly unbreakable, Feyre. Why is everyone else hoarding that knowledge?"

Why, indeed? Rhysand wasn't aware of that, given that he spent his time maintaining his territory and people, keeping them safe and under his protection. Some of his time was also spent on helping others escape their chains of coercion, and this particular bit of knowledge bothered him enough that he fought to push it away. It could be dealt with later. Not when he was reveling in this sweet Omega's soft wetness, still clinging to him as if she wanted him to stay forever.

“I…” There was a soft moan and Feyre’s toes curled as Rhysand kept moving, sliding out of her and rocking back in. It was hard to think, especially when her inner Omega was so strong and wanted the Alpha.

“So I could…” Feyre leaned up and kissed Rhysand’s scent gland, mouthing it as her hand pulled on his hair, forcing his head to the side. “If I bite down right here…” Feyre bit down but she didn’t break the skin, teasing and tormenting them both.

No resistance. There was literally no resistance as she tugged his hair and mouthed his neck. On the bite, he cried out, grinding into her as his cock twitched rapidly in excitement, other muscles in his arms and legs spasming as everything was so deliciously close!

"F-Feyre--" He sounded broken, or almost broken. If she wanted him to beg, he would do so in a heart beat, just so that she did bite him. Right. There.

There was a gasp when Rhysand responded to her bite. Hearing and feeling him react to her made her feel powerful. She rocked with him, needing him more than she needed to breathe.

She sucked on the bite marks, mouthing the bruised skin. She wanted Rhysand. Feyre had wanted the Alpha Fae since the car and she knew she shouldn’t. She had denied herself until now. She could make him hers, if what he told her was right.

“You want this Rhysand?” Feyre bit down again but once more didn’t break the skin.

There was a whimper from him as he shuddered, that much closer to his end with a second bite. He wanted to be claimed, yes, but more than that, he wanted her to claim him. Rhys had been around plenty of other Omegas and some had varying degrees of attraction, sure. A few had even offered themselves while he merely smiled, letting them down gently. Here? He was a prisoner to her whims and he hadn't even had the chance to figure out why.

"I want you," he managed to gasp, his own mouth against her throat to lick and kiss. "However you want me, I want you."

Feyre wanted to believe those words so badly, she wanted him, and for a moment she let herself trust Rhysand. Trust him not to hurt her or abuse her like it had become common in the city to see.

“I want you too.” She gripped Rhysand’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck and the gland to her. This time when she bit down she broke the skin and pleasure pulse through her.

He let his head tilt back, breathing ragged, eyes glazed over, cock twitching. And then he felt that sharp pinch and he called out, the sound wordless and choked as he pumped his seed back into her without being conscious of it. She. Bit. Him. And he felt the skin break, his blood flow and that was all he was really acutely conscious of. It hurt to drop his head down but not do the same, his muffled cries still escaping past his lips that were around her scent gland, teeth aching as they were denied the same act. Not that he didn't want to, he simply didn't want to do this to her in her vulnerable state. Not the sex-no, but the heat. He was still convinced she didn't know exactly what she was doing considering her lack of or -probably this was closer to the truth- denied education.

But she bit him and claimed him! He knew it in his very bones and later he would deal with that fall out. She might come to her senses and reject him. He hoped that she wouldn't regret this act as he shuddered one last time, his breath coming out in short pants as he rode that high of her teeth in his flesh, her warm wetness clutched around him. "Feyre." Her name came as a benediction from him while he struggled to orient himself.

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