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starfall-spirit · 12 days ago

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Summary: If there was one thing Rhys was well aware of, it was that his life expectancy as a kingpin was a short one. Unless he wanted his uncle seizing power the moment he bled out, he was in need of an heir. An Alpha heir at that.

The only way he could guarantee such a thing was by breeding an omega, a designation nearly extinct in the world they lived in. Regardless, he would acquire one—no matter how unconventional his means may be.

OR;

The Mafia Omega Auction Fic

CW: Rhys is still mean, this is dub-con at best.

Chapter IV

Feyre

Men like Rhys—men who snapped their fingers and bent the world to their will—all had one thing in common. Appearance was everything. Stepping into the walk-in closet she assessed the row of suits in front of her. Black, perfectly pressed, expensive. He’d be livid to find them carelessly crumpled and tossed on the floor to fill out her nest. Pulling one suit jacket halfway off the hanger, she hesitated.

What would the consequences be? And could she handle them? She’d cleaned herself as best she could without taking the time to shower, but there was no denying she was sore from her punishment. And going right into a heat the pain might not register the same way, but she would certainly feel it when the fever and craving faded.

Then again, heats often sent nearby alphas into rut. Would he even realize she’d used them before the week was behind them? He’d be too tired to be angry then. Unwilling to think on it longer, she shook her head and pulled down half the jackets and several dress shirts tucked away behind them.

Meticulous as she was, her nest still didn’t take long to complete, seeing as she’d completed the foundation before bed last night. The shirts and jackets ended up in a semi-circle around the top and sides of her nest, almost immediately changing the scent of it. Something tightened in her belly, but she really didn’t want to think about that either.

By coincidence or consequence of having Rhys’ scent so concentrated around her, a hot flash began to wash over her, the ache between her legs morphing to a different kind. “No,” she whimpered. She knew what she’d find when she reached beneath the nightgown she’d just put on. The slick was already dripping down her thighs.

Feyre bolted for the shower, grinding her teeth when the cramping started, melding so terribly with that half-pleasant twisting from before. She sobbed, barely feeling the cold spray even as it soaked through her skimpy pajamas and settled in her bones. Vaguely she recognized movement outside the shower stall, but with the doctor gone it could only be one person and there was no use in fighting the fate he’d rewritten for them. Stepping into the large stall with her, he pulled the showerhead down and adjusted the water until it was moderately cool before kneeling beside her and stripping her once again.

“Little omega.” Her tears only fell faster at the endearment and she found herself leaning into his chest, numb as he washed her down. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Her whole body jerked when the showerhead and his fingers came down between her legs. “Easy, sweetheart.” Changing the setting to soften the spray, he cleaned her there too, chuckling when fresh slick coated her the moment he moved the showerhead. Reaching up, he shut the water off, ringing out the excess water from her hair. Drying himself in a hurry, he returned to her with a large fluffy towel that felt like it had just been warmed in the dryer. She’d never appreciated the texture of something more. She’d hated showering during and after her heats when she was going through them alone. All of her towels had been old and cheap, nubby and abrasive in their age.

“I’d love nothing more than to spoil you rotten, but I won’t tolerate you fighting me constantly.”

Rhys lived in the lap of luxury. She could too, but only so long as she was a docile pet to him. Another cramp hit her like a punch to the gut and her knees buckled.

Rhys already had her up against his chest. “Shh. I’ve got you, darling.” Feyre barely heard him, head stuffy, ears buzzing. Alpha. Protector. Mate. She tried to shake the thought, but it had already made itself at home, each title sinking little hooks in her brain, there to stay. Alpha. Protector. Mate.

He’d keep her safe here. For the first time in her life she could have a truly safe space. More comforts than she dared dream of. If he’d give her that, she could be a good girl. Could give him a baby. Wasn’t that all he was asking of her now?

He stopped in front of her nest, setting her on her feet just long enough to strip her of her towel before guiding her back against the pillows. “Let Daddy in your nest now?” She nodded quickly, pressing a hand between her legs. Towel discarded, he sank to his knees in front of her, curving his hand over her own to guide her clumsy fingers to her clit. “Pretty baby, made the perfect little nest. Such a good girl, using Alpha’s clothes to fill it out.”

“You’re… not angry?”

“That my little girl wanted my scent in her nest?” He chuckled. “No, darling. I’m not angry.” He kissed the tip of her nose and his smirk softened. “I’m going to get your plate off the dresser. If you eat all of it, I’ll give you a special treat before I knot you again.” He slid back so his head was even with her core, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, lips wet with her slick when he pulled back. Looking into his eyes… she’d never felt so much like prey. “I think it’ll be just as much of a treat for me.”

She eyed the plate of finger foods he brought back with a frown.

“You need to eat, darling. I know it’s the last thing on your mind right now, but you aren’t going hungry through your heat.” Begrudgingly, she nibbled at a cracker and cheese slice. He sighed at her slow progress, but didn’t rush her, just rubbed small circles over her lower belly to try to ease the cramping that had set in before her shower.

The pressure hurt before it helped, but he just hushed her, offering little bites of food to distract her until the plate was empty and the pain slowly began to twine with something else. The scent of her heat was far past subtle at this point, but still it grew. The rumble of Rhys’ growl was just barely audible, sending another shock of arousal through her.

Chemistry. Just chemistry. An omega reacting to an alpha during her heat.

Why did that excuse already feel so flimsy?

“Now that my little wife has eaten…” He slid down to the bottom of the nest, parting her legs again. “My turn, darling.”

Feyre froze, any comprehensive thought falling away to make room for that one word, a mantra in her mind.

Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. He wanted—

His laugh was a shock of warm air against her cunt. “You thought I’d put my baby in you and not lay proper claim? Not a chance, silly girl. Now, relax. Let Daddy have his treat.”

He started slow this time, almost an apology for the way he’d so brutally claimed her after her punishment. He was devoted in his task, the only sound leaving him his pleased growling and soft praise. As for Feyre, she couldn’t manage more than whining and pleading for him to stop after the first orgasm washed through her. It wasn’t a punishment, but his recent attention was pushing her closer and closer to overstimulation and the demand of her heat did nothing to improve the situation.

“Rhys, Rhys, Rhys. Rhys. Please!” He pushed her over the edge a second time and she screamed, unsure what she had resorted to babbling until she finally recovered from the crashing wave of her climax. “Need you. Need your knot. Daddy, need your knot, please.”

He shushed her softly, kissing a trail up her body until she was forced to taste her own slick straight from his lips. In her state, she honestly couldn’t care less. “Hush, pet. I’ll give you what you need when you’re ready.”

She moaned as he pushed two fingers into her, squirming at the pressure even as he continued to soothe her. “Rhys.”

Another finger and she tried to retreat, whimpering when he pulled her back to her place beneath him.

“Poor baby,” he cooed, voice dripping with condescension. “Knows what she wants but doesn’t think she can take it, hm?” Feyre sniffled, nails biting into the tender flesh at his wrist. “We’re gonna fix that right now.”

“I can’t—”

“Shh. The first time was a punishment, little one. But you’ve been such a good girl for me, haven’t you? My baby knows she needs a knot.” It only took a few seconds for Rhys to withdraw his hand and line up against her, dragging the head through her slit. “Easy, pet.”

“Not your—” Winding a hand in her hair, he leaned down to claim her mouth, quieting her protest at the name. The words died there, replaced with a long moan as he claimed her inch by unforgiving inch, seating himself to the base in one steady stroke.

His lips slid over her neck, hips shifting just enough to tease her with his knot. To remind her how desperate she was to have him locked inside of her once again. “Let me hear it again, little one,” he ordered, setting a steady rhythm. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

“Knot,” she panted. “Need filled up, Daddy. Want you to knot me.”

He cursed, voice low and rough at her ear. “So sweet. So good for me, asking for what you need. Precious girl.”

His pace quickens, a few sharp thrusts her only preparation before Rhys pushed all the way in, his knot already swelling. She whined, scraping her teeth across his neck, feeling herself clench around him. Rhys just groaned, nipping her earlobe in reprimand. “Take me so well. Fuck, Feyre.”

His constant praise settled something within her, soothing an ache she hadn’t recognized until that point. “Please,” she breathed. One last thrust of his hips and he drove her over the edge, blinding pleasure tearing through every inch of her from head to each curling toe. Her orgasm kept rolling through her, fed by his own release the moment he spilled into her, knot locking in place.

She must have blacked out, because the next time she opened her eyes she found Rhys easing out of her, his fingers replacing the thick length of him to push the cum leaking from her back into her core. She whined softly, trying to shift her hips away from his touch. “Hush, darling. Need to keep you nice and full if you’re going to give me an heir.”

She couldn’t hide the shiver that ran though her, but refused to acknowledge what that revealed about her.

Biology. That’s why the idea isn’t entirely abhorrent. Why some parts of it all were pleasant.

She pushed the thought from her mind, instead watching her alpha rearrange the ruined nest to a near replica of its original state.

Attentive, she couldn’t help but think. A good quality in a mate.

Even banishing that train of thought from her mind as well, Feyre found herself inching over in the nest, seeking his warmth, the comfort she knew she’d only find wrapped in his arms. She loathed everything about it.

His scent caught in her nose, the rising ache, in her core even before she could manage to clean up, how her nerves and worries melted away the moment he started to purr for her.

“Not fair,” she pouted, nose buried in his neck.

Rhys sighed. “I know, pet. I know.”

~~~~~

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starfall-spirit · 4 months ago

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OR;

The Mafia Omega Auction Fic

AN: Please respect your own mental health first and foremost. It is much more important to me than likes and reblogs. 💕

TW: Rape, Non-consensual spanking, Non-consensual drug use, Degrading language, The Dove is very, very dead

Chapter III

Feyre

Feyre had free run of the place, though Rhys was only tucked away in his office when he wasn’t glued to her side. Whatever work he did seemed to be remote for the time being. And even if he had left the property, he’d informed her of a half dozen security measures in place, both to keep intruders out and her locked in.

The second day of her captivity she explored the upper level of the house, first finding a small home library. A cozy chair had been placed beside the single window to allow natural light suitable for reading. The second was a game room, set up with a variety of consoles and a large shelf of cards and board games. Tucked into the corner was a large whiteboard with several groups of tallies and number sequences she couldn’t begin to decipher without any context to the game. Beyond that was a third and fourth bedroom decorated in warmer colors than the down stairs. A full bath at the end of the hall completed the second story.

“Find anything entertaining?” Feyre jolted, a hand pressed to her chest as she’d always been easily startled. “It’s alright, darling. I just need you to come downstairs for a few moments.” She cocked her head. “Just come downstairs, Feyre.” Hearing someone shuffling on the hard floor below them, she retreated a step. She’d thought they were alone. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself, Feyre.”

“Who is that?”

His eyes softened slightly, probably realizing she was more nervous than obstinate at the moment. She didn’t like him, but at least she knew his intentions for her.

“Darling, she’s the doctor I mentioned yesterday. She’s just going to check you over and make sure you’re healthy.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” she hissed back.

He gave a heavy sigh before scooping her up once more and carrying her down the flight of stairs, not seeming slowed in the slightest by her struggling. “Enough, little girl,” he growled when they reached the ground floor. “Or you’ll earn yourself that punishment I mentioned yesterday.” His tone and expression flipped in an instant. “Madja, thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“Of course. I see we have a shy one here.”

“Only with doctors, it seems.”

She blushed, shuffling away from Rhys when he finally set her down. “I didn’t go often. As a child.”

The woman smiled. “Perhaps we could do most of this from your nest. If that would help?” Seeing she wasn’t getting out of this, Feyre nodded. “Very good. Shall we begin?” ~~~~~

Rhysand

“Well?” He asked the moment Feyre was out of earshot.

“There’s nothing major to be concerned with. She needs several hearty meals and daily vitamins, but she’s otherwise healthy.” He nodded. “Are you going to ask me what you’re truly wondering?” He raised a brow, waiting. “I didn’t do anything invasive, seeing as she was so nervous, but considering she hasn’t been to a doctor in years and she’s spent the last few weeks in the conditions he has I wouldn’t think she had any sort of birth control at the moment.”

“Thank you, Madja. The injection?” She offered him a small bottle and syringe, frowning all the while. “Don’t start.”

“When you find yourself wondering a year or two down the road why your omega still loathes you, remember what I told you.”

“I pay you for your service, Madja, not your lectures.”

It was unfair of him, seeing as the woman had served his family since before he was born, but he wouldn’t be swayed in his decision.

“Make sure the muscle is relaxed for the injection. And for God’s sake, get her another meal before she goes into her heat.”

Rhys ground his teeth. He was going to keep the girl fed and healthy. Happy was to be determined, but he was more than capable as a provider. “Thank you, Madja. Have a good evening.”

Opening the door, he saw her out, stepping outside himself when he saw Azriel’s car coming through the gate. “So I’m the errand boy now?” he asked, stepping out of the car. “I take it this means you have a sweet little omega tied to your bed right now?”

Rhys accepted the necklace box from his brother with a soft chuckle. “I have an omega. I haven’t gotten around to any bondage yet. Too skittish still. The good doctor just read me the riot act about the injection.”

“Doctors have to keep some of their morality, even working with the likes of us. Don’t let it bug you. Once you mark the girl, does anything else really matter?”

He huffed. “She’s something else, Az. Skittish, yeah, but she’s got some serious fire once she shoves that fear down. Stubborn as a mule. Sure omegas naturally fall in the brat category, but Feyre… she’s something else.”

“Sounds like you’re already catching feelings for her. What happened to getting a couple kids out of her and then keeping your distance? No weaknesses, right?”

Rhys shook his head, pushing off the wall and reaching to open the door. “Easier said than done, brother. You’re welcome to come in, but I won’t be making conversation for the next several days.”

He chuckled. “Not willing to share your new pet?”

He didn’t bother answering, already at the end of the foyer. Feyre was exactly where he expected her to be, curled up in her nest and pouting at him. He wouldn’t feel guilty, he told himself. Not for making sure she was healthy, especially seeing as her parents didn’t care to. What else had they neglected when it came to their daughter?

“Don’t give me that look, Feyre darling. This was for your good as much as my peace of mind. It’s nearly one,” he continued, crouching outside of the rudimentary nest and reaching to stroke his thumb down her cheek. “We’ll get you something to eat before anything else comes around.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“A hunger strike won’t help you, Feyre. And I guarantee I’m more stubborn than you are. Would you prefer to eat downstairs or here in your nest?”

He’d earned the cold shoulder it seemed. “You’re going to let me take care of you, little girl, or—”

“—or else. You’re just all talk, aren’t you? Is there ever any follow through?”

He didn’t bother trying to hide his shock at her demand. “Feyre darling, you just earned that follow through.” ~~~~~

Feyre

Well fuck.

Feyre didn’t know what she expected to happen when she snapped back. But she was sick of his threats and sick of his face. She was especially sick of the bastard’s hold on her. His scent, his magnetism.

More than all of that, she was sick and tired of trying to puzzle out and shut down the quiet acceptance deep inside of her. That pathetic little voice that told her to trust him last night—that was now telling her she had earned a punishment. That he was her alpha and knew what she needed. What she couldn’t admit to herself.

Rhys gripped her elbow, pulling her to her feet and guiding her to the bed. She was over his lap a moment later, burying her face in the soft sheets to hide her flushed cheeks. There was no point in fighting him, but it was still humiliating.

She whimpered when he tugged her waistband down to her knees. Her bikini cut panties could hardly be considered proper coverage. Clamping a hand down at the nape of her neck immediately put an end to her anxious wriggling. “I’m sorry.”

“Facing punishment, I’m sure you are.”

The hand at the back of her neck slid down to rest between her shoulder blades, keeping her upper body in place. The first crack came down on her backside, the sting blooming slowly enough to give her hope this wouldn’t be as intense as she feared. Another half dozen swats proved her wrong, though.

Considering the strength he’d already displayed whilst manhandling her the past two days, she was starting to suspect this was more likely a warm up than the full force he intended for her punishment. Not to mention the thin fabric of her underwear did nothing to soften each blow.

A heavier strike came down on the tender skin beneath the curve of her ass and she whimpered, nails biting into his jeans even as she felt a damp spot forming in her panties. She could not be turned on by this cruelty. “Rhys.” He paused, clicking his tongue when she tried to cover herself. “I can’t.”

“Do I need to pin you?” Not a threat, but an offer. Because if she started covering herself or gave into the urge to start kicking as an outlet for her pain her punishment would only go on longer.

“Yes,” she choked, head dropping back down to the silken sheets.

Rhys shifted their position, trapping her legs between his own before stroking her hair softly. “You’re doing well, sweet girl.”

Hardly high praise, but it settled something inside of her all the same. He gathered her wrists to hold them at her tail bone and she braced for the next strike. Another five and she was on the brink of tears. “Please,” she whined. “Please, Rhys. I’ll be good.”

He was silent for a moment, finally caving. “I suppose we’ll see if that holds true, won’t we?” She clamped her legs shut the moment his parted to release her. “Now what’s this?”

It was embarrassing, how easy it was for Rhys to put her on her back and strip her pants before forcing her legs open. He dragging his fingers over the soaked cotton covering her slick core, groaning softly. “Oh, sweet girl you’re soaked for me.”

“No,” she whined.

“These panties tell another story. Been bratting me since we met, hoping for me to punish you, hm? Or maybe you thought I’d fuck the brat out of you. Is that it, darling? Aching for Alpha’s cock?”

“No!”

Her protests were useless, tears unacknowledged as he tore what clothing remained on her and unzipped the front of his pants, unbothered by the rest of his. “Know just how to get my omega relaxed for her medicine,” he growled at her throat. Catching her hands, he pinned them above her head, using his free hand to stroke his hard length. “Would have stretched this pretty cunt for you. But you just had to fight me.”

And then he was pushing into her. Teeth clenched, Feyre sobbed at the painful stretch, feet scrabbling against the slick sheets as she made a pitiful attempt to escape him. “Tight, hot little cunt. Your first time and you take Daddy so well.” She shook her head. “That’s enough now. This is what naughty pets earn.”

“Please. It’s too much. It hurts.” She didn’t care what she was doing to his ego if it got him to stop trying to tear her in half. “It’s too much.”

He made a soft sound low in his throat before biting into her neck and thrusting deeper. “It wouldn’t be much of a lesson if it felt good, would it? All little girls need to be taught to respect authority. It’s just a shame it took so long for that lesson to reach you, my Feyre.” His eyes flicked up to the headboard. “I’m going to let go of your hands. You’re going to keep them right where they are so I don’t have to tie you down.”

“Yes.” He raised a brow and she shrank a little. “Yes, Alpha.” Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he raised her hips with the other to wedge it beneath her. Bending down, he pressed his mouth to hers. Not in any sort of tender, toe-curling kiss like she’d read about. But to silence her scream when he forced her to take everything short of his knot. Feyre didn’t dare try to bite him, though she wanted to desperately.

God, she was never going to adjust to the girth of him inside of her. Thats when she noticed the pain had shifted, the sharpness fading when his hips stilled for a moment. Before, he was being dramatic while assessing her arousal, but now was another story. She was dripping around him, slick coating her thighs and the sheets beneath. She whimpered, mortified when she realized how close she was to coming—walking that tightrope of pain and pleasure, but Rhys only hummed again, reaching down to rub at her clit. A few sharp thrusts of his hips as he licked into her mouth and she fell over the edge.

His kiss did turn softer then, his tongue pushing past her teeth once again to flick across her own as he worked her down from her high. She kissed him back. Shaky, clumsy, but he seemed pleased all the same. “There you are. I knew you could be taught your place. Little omega, all drippy for me. We’re going to remember this lesson, aren’t we, Feyre?” She nodded, swallowing hard when she felt his knot graze her sensitive clit.

“My perfect little cock sleeve.” She shivered, letting the word rattle around with the few snippets of thought she was capable of. She was a smart girl, but she was so full right now, still a little dazed from her orgasm. Thinking so much always ended up with her talking back. Having finally earned his praise, she didn’t want to think about why that word was supposed to bother her right now.

“Look at you. Wet little girl. Gonna have to keep you nice and full if it gets you this sweet.” He groaned the next time he pushed into her. “Alright, sweetheart. You’re going to take my knot now.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Oh, pet. Take a breath. Just a little more, sweet girl. You were made to take my knot.” A catch, then a shock of pleasure. “Not so bad, hm?” His voice was strained, likely due to how she clenched around him on reflex. Finally, something that told her he was somewhat affected by all of this. “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

Once she’d taken his knot, it was easier to adjust to the constant in and out. To accept the slow swelling that would be locked into her body in a matter of seconds. With the constant friction of his thumb against her clit she knew that would be the final straw. Finally, his rhythm faltered, a hiss escaping his clenched teeth.

“Fuck.”

She keened when he jerked forward, mind and body left in fragments as she surrendered to that second wave of pleasure, instinctively clenching down the second his knot locked behind her pubic bone. “Oh.”

“Fucking hell,” Rhys growled, spilling inside of her.

A man of few words, in this state at least. She would’ve laughed if she didn’t feel so untethered from reality. Surely once the swelling reduced, he would pull out. She’d be in her right mind again and could retreat to her little corner.

Something clicked together about halfway down the bed, but Feyre was exhausted between stressing over the doctor and what she and Rhys had done to be inquisitive at the moment. She’d only rest a minute.

“Good girl,” he murmured. His purr washed over her as quickly as the night before, settling her mind and body alike. “Just a pinch, love.”

She furrowed her brow. But by the time she could gather enough of her consciousness to comprehend what he was saying, the needle was in her thigh. She jerked away as best she could, bound as they were, but the empty syringe said enough about what kind of trouble she was in.

“You—No!”

“It’s already done, darling.” Shifting his hips slightly to test the swelling, Rhys finally pulled out of her. The bastard looked all too pleased with himself. “Go finish your nest, little one. On the floor or the bed, I don’t care. But you’ll regret going into your heat with it unfinished.”

“I hate you,” she hissed, barely able to see past the fresh tears welling in her eyes.

“I know, darling.” He buttoned his pants, smoothing out his suit before sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her hair back from the damp skin of her face. She flinched away when he went as far as to try to kiss her brow. “Now do as you were told.”

~~~~~

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