Forget : A Dark Omegaverse (Unhingedverse)

A sleeping omega lays on my chest, passed out from exhaustion. Caelin helped me move her so she’d be sprawled out over me, and then released her from the spreader bar.

Smoothing my hand over her hair, I tug the mask off my face for the moment. Maybe I’m living dangerously, but I want to bask in her beauty without anything in between us for a moment.

“For the record, I still think that you’re being an asshole, but I’m glad you came up,” Domh grunts, collapsing next to me. Thirty seconds later he’s asleep, making my lips twitch.

Fucking our omega really takes it out of you, I guess. In his defense, Aisling’s heat is intense. Even now, her skin is incredibly warm, and I doubt her body will allow her to rest for long.

“You didn’t stay away from her today the way you were supposed to, did you?” Caelin asks, his eyes at half mast.

“I tried,” I sigh. “I kept hearing her pace and walking up and down the stairs. Aisling kept muttering to herself, which made me curious. I was at the house updating the training for the boss’ new guards on the property today. Cian caught me at one point and shoved me into the wall and pulled his gun.”

“Why did he have his gun at the house?” Evan asks sleepily. “I don’t remember him ever doing that except… fuck. He knew she was going into heat or suspected it, which was probably making him twitchy. He adores his daughter.”

My cock won’t go down, and it is proudly nestled in our omega’s cunt, along with my knot. I won’t be able to move for a while. I don’t have anywhere to be, the house is locked up tight, and Cian knows some of his best men aren’t going to be at work for the next few days.

“He does,” I grunt. “He’s unhappy that biology decided to make Aisling mine, and my very face pisses him off. I know I did this to myself. She carries my fucking knife everywhere for fuck’s sakes.”

“So you know about that?” Caelin asks. “She had it tonight. We all know Domh gave it to you, and you’d never give it to her without a reason.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Why does she have it?” Evan asks. “What did you do?”

“I left her a note,” I rasp. Aisling is here, and I’m knot deep inside of her. The time for omissions and lies are long past. Thankfully, my pack is naked and unarmed, but I even noticed the guns and knives piled in a corner.

The only person I can think of who would be able to think long enough to do that is Evan.

How the tables turn. His eyes are glassy, but he kept me from biting too hard when I was devouring Aisling’s tits. None of us can bite her while she’s in heat. I’m convinced she’ll hate us if we do.

“We’re listening,” Caelin grunts, leaning over to shake Domh awake. “You can roll back asleep in a second. Wake up, man.”

Groaning, Domh’s head rolls over to meet my gaze. “So you’re sharing truths now, are ya?” he asks.

“I guess I am,” I mutter. “Remember you can’t splatter my brains while I have an omega in my arms who still needs me.”

“Playing dirty, I see. I expect this is going to be really fucked up,” Domh says.

“It is,” I reply. “When I took her sex toys, I left behind my knife along with the note that said that only whores have sex toys. I didn’t think about what the sex toys meant, or that they were a protective measure in case she had her heat. They’re so damn intense, I wonder if something told her it was coming soon, and this was her way of nesting. Either way, we all could have lost her and that’s why I can’t have her. I don’t deserve her. She’ll never forgive me.”

“Fuck,” Evan says, looking more awake as he sits up. “She could have fucking used it on herself!”

“Shh,” Caelin hisses as Aisling whimpers, making my eyes close as her hips buck in her sleep. It makes me want to get dick piercings for her at the base of it so she can have all the friction she wants.

Wishful thinking that she won’t immediately kick me out of her nest the moment she realizes who I am.

“You don’t think I know this?” I ask, gritting my teeth. “It haunts me, and in turn, I find myself following her when she can’t see me.”

“Except that she knows you’re there,” Domh says, exasperated. “Aisling shouldn’t have to wear her scent blocker in her own home. She probably thinks she’s losing her mind because she keeps scenting this phantom that’s been in her closet. She kept asking about you.”

“It’s heartbreaking,” Caelin agrees. “After this, you fix it. I don’t care if it means she’ll put a few holes in you, I need you to come clean. It’s cruel.”

“Yeah,” I agree, wrapping my arms around her as I soak in her warmth and beauty. Aisling’s eyes twitch as she dreams underneath her eyelids, her body languid again as she rests. There’s this intense pull even now as I gaze down at her.

It tells me that she’s mine, and no matter how much I’ve fucked things up, I can fix it. I wonder if that voice inside of me is delusional or just toxically positive. Either way, it gives me a tiny bit of hope. I want to fix this.

“Once we get through her heat, I’ll talk to her,” I agree. “I’ll try to minimize any blow back.”

“She’s not going anywhere for a long time,” Evan says with a smirk, getting comfortable and closing his eyes. “She better get used to being ours.”

My lips twitch as Domh and Caelin chuckle. They’ve been planning and stalking our little omega for months, and their protective natures won’t be stopped, I don’t plan to either when it’s for my benefit.

The reason I don’t want them to bite her is both selfish and realistic. She can’t give her true consent while she’s out of her mind with need.

I can’t watch them at all times, though. If it happens, so be it. We are the predators and she is our sweet little omega. She doesn’t stand a chance.

Evan

It’s been two days of rutting, fucking, and Aisling’s heat. The alphas are all passed out around me, and Aisling is asleep in the spreader bar. We’ve put the bar into practice in various ways that have been a lot of fun.

Plugs have been used and removed over the last couple of days, toys used, and it makes me glad that we bought so many new things.

Actually, now I’m wondering if some of these aren’t things that Aisling bought for herself. Glancing over at my masked, sleeping alpha, I shake my head. Stupid bastard was jealous of the toys, and misunderstood their intention.

Blowing out a breath, I slowly pull our omega up onto her knees. Aisling’s hands were tied with rope to a ring in the wall, but now I untie them to gently place her wrists in the handcuffs along the spreader bar, holding her legs open.

She’s exhausted, and I’m realizing that she sleeps very deeply.

Perfect for my next exercise.

The soft breathing of everyone around me makes me smirk as I rock my cock through her slick. I’ve been patient, so goddamned patient, and haven’t had her sweet cunt yet. Her mouth to feed her my cum, masturbating on her to cover her in my release, these are all things that I’ve done while I’ve waited my turn.

Aisling needed knots and cum, and I have plenty of only one.

Sinking my cock slowly into her hot, wet cunt, my head drops back while keeping my eyes on her for any signs of movement. Rocking at a reserved pace, I shudder at how relaxed she is.

It’s the perfect, warm, snugness around my dick, and why I’ve always enjoyed somnophilia.

I’ve fucked Domh while he’s sleeping, because he typically sleeps deeply, but it’s never for long enough before he wakes up.

Every one of my piercings drags along her walls, making me grunt at her small whimper here and there. I wonder if she has any idea that she’s being fucked against her will? Still, her cunt responds slowly, pulsing at odd intervals as I fuck her.

Soon, I’m balls deep in her pussy, and her tits bounce a bit as I pull her hips up higher. I want to know how far I can go before I wake her.

Will she come in her sleep around my cock?

Groaning, my eyes roll at how perfect she feels. My hands massage her hips as I squeeze her soft skin, my hips thrusting at just the right rhythm. God, I think I could be here forever.

Her wrists are trapped between her legs in the spreader bar, yet she still breathes evenly.

“You sly bastard,” Domh rasps next to me.

Smirking, I shrug, chuckling as he wiggles underneath her to suck on her tits. I can’t say I blame him, they are pretty amazing.

Aisling whines in her sleep, attempting to push her ass up to find a deeper angle. Poor little omega, you’re at our mercy. Unless I allow you something, you’ll just have to take what I give you.

Deciding to tease her more, I slide my hand underneath her body to rub her clit. I want to push her to the edge, see how far I can go before she wakes up. It’s an obsession now. I’ve waited long enough for her.

“Fuck yeah. Her clit is so swollen,” Domh groans. “Give me a show, Evan. I want to watch her soak your balls with her slick so I can suck it off.”

“Goddamn,” I pant, my fingers working Aisling’s clit. She struggles in her sleep slightly, trying to figure out where she wants to lean for more pleasure. Unfortunately, there’s nowhere to go.

The whines and whimpers are delicious as the walls surrounding my cock begin to pulse and quiver. She’s waking up slowly, and I’m enjoying the slow awareness as she does.

I’m holding back, waiting, waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash myself on her. I am going to need her screams very soon. God, I fucking hate being patient, but I’m strangling the crazy inside of myself for her.

Only for her.

I can tell the moment her pussy clamps down that she’s about to wake up, and release my inner beast. Pulling my cock almost all the way out, I admire how good she looks stretched around it before thrusting back in.

“Ahh!” Aisling screams, pulling at her restraints and Domh laughs in glee. Sleeping helped his rut, but I can recognize his laughter for what it is.

Unhinged depravity is entering the nest.

“Hello, sunshine,” I croon, fucking her hard as I rub her needy clit. God, my cock twitches inside of her at the sweet sounds she’s making.

“More,” she begs. “God, I need it. Give me what I need.”

“What do you need, Sugar?” Domh asks, moving out from underneath her to lay next to her.

I can’t believe Caelin and Aiden are still dead to the world.

“A bite,” she rasps. “Fuck me, plug me, gag me. I deserve to be claimed.”

Jaw dropping, I rub my face. She’s right. I know that, and it’s been bothering me every time Aiden has interrupted the alphas from biting her. I’ve only been doing the same shit back because he’s a hypocritical asshole.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” I purr, as best as I can without being an alpha.

Domh leans toward her, kissing her hard.

“You are, and it would be my pleasure, Aisling,” he growls. “The second you come for us is the moment you’ll get your bite, Sugar.”

My lips twitch, taking the hint as I pull out of her pussy, ignoring her whine to grab the spreader bar and flip her onto her back. Pushing it up to her chest, I line up my cock and thrust back inside of her, knowing that she’s been needing this angle.

“Evan,” she gasps, back arching as she takes my cock beautifully.

“I know, baby,” I rasp. “You can have everything you want, I promise. Good little omegas get bites.”

“I’m so good,” she pants, eyes rolling as her pussy clamps down on me.

“Fuck, yes you are. You’re strangling my cock, baby girl,” I groan. Holding the bar with one hand, I enjoy the view of her tits bouncing as I move my other hand to her clit. The piercings at the base of my cock grind against it with every thrust, but she needs more.

Circling it firmly, I enjoy the way her body begins to shiver, her thighs trembling as I fuck her. She’s so damn responsive, it’s so much fun to play with her. I won’t edge her, I’ve been doing that the entire time she’s been asleep.

She’s paid her dues, all she needs to do is fall apart for me. Domh moves closer, whispering something I can’t hear in her ear before kissing her hard.

Whatever he said must have been filthy as fuck, because she screams into his mouth as she comes. The way she clamps down, milking my cock makes me swallow back a roar, my head dropping back as I pump her cunt full of cum.

Domh, true to his word, moves to kiss the underside of her breast before biting her hard. Lunging forward, I squeeze her neck tightly, killing any sound she may want to make, loving the way her eyes bulge.

“That’s it, baby. You’re ours now. Tied, bitten, and fucked,” I growl. “Nowhere to run or hide. We’ll find you.”

The tether won’t be complete until she bites him back, but she’ll still feel the pull to Domh. This wasn’t forced on her, no matter what she says later, she begged, pleaded, and whined for this.

I just hope she doesn’t hate us later for this.

“No fair,” Caelin rasps, his eyes open and watching. “Daddy is asleep, and you didn’t wake me up.”

Huffing out a laugh because his description of Aiden isn’t wrong, I jerk my head for Caelin to come join us. Crawling over, he gives a predatory smile as he takes in the beauty of our omega.

“I want to knot and bite her,” he grunts.

Opening my hand slowly, I allow Aisling a small amount of oxygen, loving how vulnerable she is in my hands. This little omega lives and breathes at my leisure, yet she’s not once shown any fear.

She takes whatever we give her, riding out her highs, and trusting us with her lows. This is how her heats should always be.

“Do you want another bite, baby?” I ask her. I know what her answer will be, and I watch as Domh kisses the underside of her breast before looking up at me with a grin. There’s blood on his teeth and lips, adding to the savage act. It wouldn’t be us without at least some blood drawn.

“Yes,” Aisling moans. “Is he still asleep?”

I know she means Aiden without asking, since he’s been a cock blocker the last two days. He’s currently sprawled on the bed with his head turned away from us as he continues to breathe evenly. He doesn’t usually sleep like that, but maybe he’s just really tired?

“Yes. I have a feeling Caelin has a very specific way he wants you,” I say with a dark chuckle.

“Give it to me,” she rasps.

Squeezing her hip, I pull out of her, enjoying the way my cum slides out of her cunt.

“I want my taste,” Domh purrs, pulling me to fall back against a mound of pillows.

I groan as Domh sucks my cock down like his favorite treat while Caelin flips Aisling onto her side. The bar is pulled up and over her head to hook onto the wall, leaving her cunt exposed and her hands still bound in the cuffs.

“Such a pretty sight, poppet,” Caelin murmurs, rocking his cock along her arousal.

Domh is tasting it on my cock as he sucks me down, beginning to pant as all of that delicious sugar cookie slick hits his taste buds. His cock is heavy against his stomach, and I groan, wanting to feel him deep in my ass.

His lips curl while around my dick, pushing himself to the base of it, his tongue dragging along the underside of me.

Goddamn, does this man take oral seriously. I get a show and a good fuck at the same time, I must be a lucky boy. I know exactly how this is going to end up.

Trussed and fucked, right alongside my omega.

Caelin thrusts into Aisling’s slick channel, groaning as her cunt strangles him with the remnants of her last orgasm. The nest fills with the sounds of moans and fucking, and I’m vaguely aware of Aiden fisting his hand. Is he waking up?

Or is he playing possum?

Whatever it may be, I’m having a grand time right now, and I don’t want to be interrupted by his misguided morals. We don’t have any, so trying to find one is sure to be a bad decision.

Domh lifts his head to suck on my balls, licking them clean before smirking.

“Are you up for eating out our omega as Caelin fucks her?” he asks.

Smirking, Caelin unhooks Aisling, and Domh grabs another spreader bar. Eager, I stalk toward them on my hands and knees, down for anything that gets my mouth on her sweet cunt. Caelin pulls out of her pussy to flip Aisling onto her hands and knees, her sweet squeal loud enough to wake the dead.

Sure that Aiden is fucking faking, I figure he may as well get his money’s worth during his martyrdom.

Laying on my back like a good boy, I lift Aisling’s body up so she’s laying over my body, her face directly over my cock. Not waiting for direction, she licks up my shaft like her favorite ice cream cone, her tongue making me groan.

“Suck me like a good little omega,” I tell her. “You have one more bite to earn, baby girl.”

Fuck me. She understands the assignment and begins to pull my soul from my body.

Domh connects me to the spreader bar, lifting my legs up and over my head to connect it to Aisling’s. Yes, all of our spreader bars are custom made, and have the ability to lock into each other.

“Suck my cock, Sugar, and make it good. It’s the only lubricant our beta will get from me,” Domh growls.

Aisling and I both shiver as I pull her hips down onto my face. I can hear her slurping and sucking, attempting to make his dick as wet as possible. My heart gives a weird pang at the idea that she doesn’t want me to get hurt. It’s too early for all of that, though. I don’t want to set myself up to be hurt.

Words are pretty, but betas are disposable for omegas. Though… Aisling has already called me hers.

The sting of Domh’s thick cock as he penetrates my ass pulls me away from my destructive thoughts, thankfully, because a heat is not the time nor place to dwell on this. This is all about Aisling, anything else is the cherry on top of this incredible experience.

Her warm, wet mouth sucks me down again, moaning as I suck on her clit and lick up her slick. I make a game of trying to see how much I can clean her up as she creams on my face. Add on Caelin thrusting hard into her cunt, and it’s a party.

All thoughts of anything not happening here and now fade away, including our alpha. If he’s going to let us play, then I’m going to take full advantage of it. My teeth graze her clit, pull a whimper from her as she swallows me down her throat. Tit for tat, very well, little omega.

The angle of Caelin’s thrusts push her over my tongue and lips over and over, making her scream as she comes.

“So very needy, poppet,” Caelin rumbles. “No one else will be able to take your place after this as our omega, Aisling. You are ours, and anyone who tries will receive the swift justice of death.”

His words sound like the promises of forever, and I groan in assent. His thrusts also force Aisling’s head up and down on my cock, forcing her to face fuck herself on me. In fact, she’s getting it from both ways, because Domh’s punishing pace of his pistoning hips drive my cock as well.

Therefore, there’s no respite from sucking my cock, and I’m panting with the need to come again.

Fuck, heats are no joke, the pheromones act as an erection aid so that our cocks never deflate for long.

“Mmm, fuck,” Caelin groans. I can see the way that her cunt is milking his cock from here, her wetness dripping as much down him as onto me. It’s messy in its beauty. “Come for me, poppet. I have the same request that Domh did for my bite. Explode on my cock.”

She’ll need the distraction from the pain, and I work harder to get her closer to coming. Caelin stretches her channel with his knot, grunting as her pussy sucks him in.

“Our perfect little knot slut,” he groans. “Take it all, poppet. Fuck yes.”

The stretch of his knot triggers an orgasm, and I grind her clit over my lips and I suck hard on it.

“Argh!” Aisling squeals from the overstimulation, and Caelin chooses where his bite will go. Bending, he bites down hard under her ribs, on her side. They’re places that can be hidden easily if needed, and I realize that they’re unconsciously leaving her throat to Aiden.

Even without realizing it, we still give way to our alpha.

My balls start to draw up as my back tingles, and I come with a roar. As Caelin’s knot pops into place, I can feel him shudder as he comes, and then Domh is filling my ass with his cum.

Messy, glorious, and beautiful.

That’s what we are, and no one can tell me differently.

Aiden

Aisling’s heat raged for four days before finally breaking, and I feel like a coward as I sit up, gazing down at my exhausted pack and omega. After watching Aisling beg and beg for a bite, I decided to finally look the other way instead of standing in their way.

All it was doing was making her more agitated, and I couldn’t bear it. I’ve hurt this omega so much already, I’ll deal with the fallout of the bites when I have to. Aisling needed to be taken care of, adored, and worshiped during her heat, and we were all on board for doing so.

Now, it’s back to real life. I have a few things to do before they wake up, so I stand and pull myself away from them. Caelin is wrapped around Aisling’s back, his face buried in her neck, while Domh’s head lays in her lap.

Her hips are slightly twisted to accommodate him, but she’s too exhausted to care. I expect that they’ll all sleep for a while longer. Evan’s arms are wrapped around both Aisling and Caelin, his face buried in her tits.

They all found their place once her heat broke, while I stayed on the fringes so I could easily escape.

Coward. Imposter. False alpha.

Turning away, I let the words play over in my thoughts as I collect the weapons piled on a table just inside the room, taking them to the safe. Subconsciously, I know it’s a mistake, but I leave Aisling’s knife on the nightstand by her nest.

My knife. The one that started it all.

Blowing out a breath, I close the weapons safe in our pack closet, locking it up. Everyone but Aisling knows the code, but they don’t need these weapons to hurt me. They know me far too well, and their fists and words can do damage on their own.

Pulling off the Ghostface mask with disgust, I pad to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Without waiting for the water to get warm, I step inside, feeling like any small punishment I can find is necessary.

Shuddering under the cold, I stand beneath it regardless, thinking about the last few days. Evan managed to change the sheets like a ninja somehow at least once in Aisling’s nest, and made sure to get her to drink water and eat frozen grapes.

It’s nowhere near enough sustenance, and I know that they’re all going to be starving when they wake up. I may as well get breakfast started since I’m ambulatory and getting ready to face the day.

While I pretended to sleep so they could have their time with Aisling, I did actually get some shut eye.

It’ll have to be enough for now.

Washing my hair and body, I feel a twinge of sadness, because I am also ridding myself of our mingled scents. I don’t know when I’ll be able to experience it again, not when she’ll instantly recognize me and my scent.

She’s a smart girl, I know that she’ll put it all together quickly. Blowing out a breath, I shut off the water and dry off, winding the towel around my waist as I get out and brush my teeth.

My scruff is scratchy from growth, and desperately needs attention. I doubt I’ll be going anywhere, even though I need to call my boss, so it’ll have to wait until later. Swishing water around in my mouth, I spit it out and rinse my toothbrush.

My mind is creating a checklist of important things that I need to do, organizing it in accordance with damage control.

I didn’t think I’d participate in Aisling’s heat, didn’t expect her to scream for my presence. I’m imprinted on her as her alpha, even if she doesn’t know who I am. I’ve never heard of this happening, but her first heat and entrance into her designation wasn’t normal.

It was traumatic in both instances, both following on the heels of loss and fear. My heart spasms in pain, and I rub my chest with a wince as I pull jeans and a burgundy long-sleeved henley shirt from the closet. I forgo boxers as I dress, thinking about the pain I’m feeling.

I’ve heard that alphas are driven by instinct to be good to their omega, and anything outside of that can be dangerous for them. I’ve heard of some alphas losing their sanity due to it, the pain driving them to do things they normally wouldn’t.

I’m our pack’s true north, the one they look to for what to do. I fucked up this year out of fear, keeping them from knowing that Aisling was my scent match, with a high probability that she was theirs as well.

So damn stupid.

Caelin once told me that I kept them on the straight and narrow, which is why he chose to get his tattoo. Domh’s tattoo is for Evan, since his faint scent of orchids is often overlooked. His flames on his hands are also a mirror image of Evan’s.

Those two are thick as thieves. Evan has always felt insecure about what he could offer an omega, but Aisling begged for his presence as much as any of us.

I meshed all of their tattoos into one beautiful melded tattoo on my body, the only one I have.

Staying barefoot once I’m dressed, I find my phone and take it downstairs to charge, since it’s dead after four days. Shaking my head, it’s all I can do to wrap my mind around everything.

Keeping busy is the only way for me to deal, so I start to cook up a feast. I can see why some people find solace in this task, because it helps to quiet the demons, just a bit.

Pancakes, sausage, hash browns, and eggs, I maximize the burners on our stove as I cook and keep the oven on a low setting to keep everything warm. Once my phone charges, I call the boss, ignoring any texts or voice messages. Everything else can wait.

“Come up for air, boyo?” Cian drawls, making me cringe. Yeah, I guess he could say that.

“Yes,” I grunt instead. “I couldn’t stay away. I tried, but I couldn’t.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” he says. “Staying away is what is hurting her. Fix this, Hayes. Aisling is well trained, by the way. I’d suggest hiding all of your weapons. She’s going to be fit to be tied when she realizes who you really are.”

“I heard about Pack Dayton,” I say wryly. “I decided it wouldn’t be right to kidnap and leave her without the security of her knife. I locked everything else up, though. I can survive a knife wound.”

Cian snorts, making me raise a brow as I flip more pancakes. I’m preparing myself for her anger and their hunger. That’s all I can do.

“I think I underestimated you, though there’s still plenty of time for you to continue to fuck up,” he says. “Aisling can’t survive without her scent matches unless she rejects you. Even then…”

“Ah, about that,” I mutter.

“Did you fucking bite her, you motherfucker?” he growls. I can hear my death in his tone, and I shudder. He’s one scary asshole on his best day. This unfortunately is not one of them.

“No, Sir,” I deny. “However, the other alphas in my pack have. She asked, and I know that’s not considered consent, but⁠—”

“You give your omega what she needs, and tell the consequences to fuck themselves,” he grunts. “I’m well aware. Take care of her. Good luck. I won’t hesitate to bury you in my garden alongside my dead wife if she kills you.”

With that heartwarming comment, he hangs up. Sighing, I mutter, “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Leather and whiskey,” a voice breathes from behind me, making me gasp as I turn around.

Aisling is standing in front of me, wearing one of Caelin’s sweatshirts, wide eyed.

“What…” Aisling pants, her eyes welling with tears of anger and anguish as she holds tightly to my knife. “This is a joke, right?”

Smelling something burning, I shove the pan off the burner and turn it off without breaking eye contact as I shake my head.

“Afraid not, Aisling. You’re mine. You’ve been mine since I chased you down on that street in Minneapolis,” I whisper, watching her closely.

I’m unprepared, despite Cian’s warning for her to throw my blade at me and actually hit her mark. Hissing, I take a step toward her, and Aisling turns and runs.

Oh fuck no. The darkness I keep hidden so well rises, and I allow it to take over as I give chase.

You can run, little mouse, but I’ll find you. Maybe I’ll chain you to the bed so I can tell you my side. Either way, I’m coming.