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starfall-spirit · 1 month ago

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Summary: In a world were designation was everything, it was bad enough being caught in the middle as a beta. Strong enough, but never at the top of the pyramid, despite bonding a dragon revered among human and dragon kind alike and channeling a signet seen once in a century.

To present as an omega behind enemy lines... well that was an entirely different sort of curse.

AN: Fourth Wing needs more omegaverse, don't you think?

CW: Back on my 'omegas are property' line of writing. Dub-con next chapter.

Part I

Violet

Drip. Drip. Drip. All the pain and annoyances she’d faced in her twenty four years and a leaky ceiling was going to drive her to insanity. But then, the third member of their squad wasn’t exactly preventing the impending spiral.

“Honestly, people go on and on about how valuable you are. And what happens the first time you’re off that dragon’s back? A bit of land nav is all it takes to bring down the high and mighty lightning girl with your high and mighty dragon. If you have such a great signet—”

The door to the interrogation room creaked open and the ass finally stopped talking. Whatever loathing he had for Violet, Conor was loyal to Navarre and giving away the signet she refused to flaunt on her flight jacket since graduation was just about the stupidest thing he could do at the moment. Just starting her first year as an officer, never having seen combat against a true enemy, she was still an unknown. Small miracles.

Her commander wanted things kept that way. So did Violet. “About time,” Conor remarked when their interrogators stepped into the too-small cell. A dark-haired alpha, and a blond-haired beta, neither of which looked impressed with the situation. “Hey, cool knife you got there. Any chance you brought some food to go with it?”

Sure, start taunting the Tyrrish officers who hate them on principle. That’ll certainly make their torture session more pleasant. Raising his brow, the man who’d entered first continued absently flipping the blade with an ease that made Violet’s stomach twist, his blond counterpart hanging back slightly to lean against the door, blocking their escape with his body rather than the physical lock. Both moves were respectable intimidation tactics for a reason. Eyes darting, she saw Rhiannon raise her chin in challenge. Level-headed. Unflappable, even as they were very likely staring down their executioner. Violet had survived RSC and all of the brutal training that had followed it in third year. She was no stranger to pain. But despite that, and despite her dragons’ beliefs that she had no sense of self-preservation, she had enough sense left in her to know fear. Especially since she’d been particularly off balance the last few days.

She also knew how to fake it till she could make it. With that in mind, she mirrored her dearest friend and squad mate, raising her head and squaring her shoulders as best she could while her hands were bound behind her. Even without the best instructor, Violet had learned with Tairn’s help that she didn’t have to channel from the sky. That she could and would need to manipulate the focus of her power. If she could keep them busy until the drug they’d given her had worn off, she’d be able to singe the rope binding her and hopefully catch them off guard long enough to get her squad mates free.

The concept was half-baked at best, but Rhiannon was the strongest of them with a strategic mind to rival Violet’s, and her lightning had to count for something if her physical strength wouldn’t. As for Conor… He was impressive in the way most beta males were, packing enough of a punch to be considered an honest threat. Hopefully he’d hold his tongue long enough for them to take a step towards freedom before some quick comment had their blood spilled across the ancient stone beneath them.

“I trust I don’t need to explain what’s going to happen next,” the soldier wielding the knife said. “What becomes of those who get it in their heads they can infiltrate a place such as this? By the time command realizes—” His eyes snapped to hers, nostrils flaring. She couldn’t hide the shiver that ran through her when a low growl cut through his monologue. Nor could she muffle her startled gasp when the steel of his dagger whispered across her pulse points to cut her free of the rope. After so much time withstanding advanced interrogation in her second and third year, Violet was certain this wasn’t how an enemy interrogation was supposed to play out. “Little omega, just what are you doing out here in the thick of it?”

“I’m not an omega,” she hissed, doing little more than straining her shoulder when she tried to break from his grip around her upper arm.

“A late bloomer, it seems. Liam, take her upstairs while I get started here, will you? Xaden will want to see her.” Xaden.

The name clanged through her, only feeding the cold dread that had already sunk its teeth down to the bone. Xaden Riorson, the reigning King of Tyrrendor. Generous to his kingdom alone and unyielding to any foe. Even if their dragons were mated, she didn’t imagine she’d find her way into his good graces, considering the bad blood between their families. Too much had happened in all the conflict. They’d never been allies to start with, but by the time the Tyrrish broke away from Navarre each family had taken a life from the other.

Nearly a decade ago, it was her brother. What was Xaden Riorson going to take from her next? ~~~~~

Xaden

“Tairn has finally brought his human to meet us.” Xaden paused his assessment of the seemingly endless documents in front of him, dissecting Sgaeyl’s announcement. “One of the Navarrians being questioned?” That was going to be an issue, seeing as he had every intention of killing them after they broke under interrogation.

“She’s been removed from the interrogation cell already.”

“Under whose command?” he asked, incredulous that one of his people would break an order to contain the border spies. A sharp knock on his office door redirected his attention. “Come in.”

He scented her before the door had fully open. Freshly presented, terrified, and likely trying to hide it. An omega. That changed things. “Liam, who’s this you’ve brought?”

Liam had barely opened his mouth before the girl was snapping at them. “I can speak well enough for myself. You won’t treat me like I’m not present.”

He and his brother exchanged a glance. This he really hadn’t expected. Basgiath riders didn’t graduate, mouthing off like that. Honestly, Xaden was wondering how she’d even made it across the parapet to start training as a cadet. Her designation was never meant to serve as a healer or scribe, let alone on the back of a dragon. Even if she was late to present and strong enough to make it to Threshing, dragons sensed such things. She never should have been on Tairn’s radar for selection.

But she wore rider black. Having been stripped of her flight jacket for interrogation, Xaden could tell from across the room that the corset shielding her upper body had been designed by a professional with the purpose of protecting her from the sharpest of blades. He wondered where she’d gotten the dragon scales for the armor. Tairn was a protective bastard, he knew, but the way the garment glinted under the low lighting revealed a green tint, rather than black.

“Very well, Omega. Who are you and what made you stupid enough to cross Tyrrish soil?”

“Maybe you’ve never had to follow marching orders, Riorson, but the rest of the world doesn’t have such a luxury.” She paused, eying him suspiciously. “Our dragons are mated. How long are you going to pretend you don’t know who I am?”

Xaden crossed his arms, unimpressed with her response. “Tairn has made it no secret he chose to bond during your Threshing, but he’s never revealed your identity.”

That conversation with his dragon had been aggravating. He’d never managed to piece together whether Tairn had revealed the identity of his rider to Sgaeyl, but his dragon had certainly never bothered to inform him on the matter. Only that the rider was female and “nothing like Naolin”. He’d asked her why Tairn had been anywhere near Navarre during that year’s Threshing and she’d told him to mind his own business. The conversation didn’t come up again.

“Her flight jacket said Sorrengail,” Liam provided, mirroring Xaden’s stance from his position against the wall. “Considering Mira has several years of service under her belt and is a confirmed alpha…”

“Violet.” Fuck, this was going to be complicated. Unless, of course, he put her exactly where the world expected to see an omega. He had to admit, the idea of keeping this fiery little thing tied to his bed was far more tempting than it should have been. When it came down to it, no matter what power he held, he was no better than any other alpha when it came to a bratty omega. She’d be a vision on her knees for him.

Liam cleared his throat, a subtle signal from the beta that Xaden was letting himself slip too far into his instincts without an outlet and was being completely obvious about it. With his full focus regained, he looked to the omega once again, barely able to suppress his smirk when he saw the soft pink staining her cheeks—how she had started breathing through her mouth instead of her nose.

He only took a single step closer, but even that was enough for him to see her eyes had dilated. Newly presented, she didn’t have the slightest clue how to keep herself from responding to an alpha’s dominant energy, not that an experienced omega could do much better. There was very little that could be done to suppress the natural chemistry of an alpha-omega dynamic. He couldn’t begin to predict what kind of affect their dragons’ bond would have on them.

“Liam, where’s Aisereigh?” Violet narrowed her eyes, clearly trying to shake the haze of her arousal and place the name without the provision of a rank before it. “Still outside the wards?” And far, far away from where Violet could accidentally set eyes on him or Marbh.

“He won’t be back for a few days.”

“You intend on keeping the girl, yet you think you can keep her separated from her flesh and blood? Then both of them will want to tear your head off, boy.”

“Brennan will be made aware of his sister’s new residency the moment he returns. And her new affliction." The blue gave something akin to a mental snort. "Then it will be up to him if and when he reveals himself. It isn’t my place to navigate their reunion, Sgaeyl.”

“Perhaps.”

She retreated from his mind, putting a shield in place. He wondered how long it would take for her to tell Tairn where his rider had landed herself after being drugged to silence their bond. The black dragon would be tempted to test how much truth lied in the suspicion that Xaden and Violet’s lives were tied now.

Whatever the case, the fact remained that the bond had to be suppressed a while longer. He wasn’t about to let her fly right back to Navarre before he’d seen her through her heat cycle and put his mark on her neck. She had presented less than an hour ago, but he suspected in such a high-stress situation the urge to nest would set in quickly. From there it was only a matter of time before she was begging him to keep her filled up…

She was a tiny little thing. Some sick part of him was looking forward to watching her struggle to take his knot. But she would, all the same.

He finally closed the space between them, wrapping a hand around her arm. “I’m going to get her settled in. Tell the Assembly that Bodhi will sit in my place today.”

“Wait,” Violet demanded, digging her heels into the wood beneath them. “Let my squad go.” He chuckled. “If you keep torturing them I’ll only give you hell. If I see they’ve been allowed to return to our command center—” She grimaced. “I’ll do as you require.”

“You say that as if a brat is hard to handle.”

She glared right back. “I don’t fear you. And I won’t obey you, regardless of what sway you think you hold as an alpha. You will never control me completely.”

His hand tightened around her arm, making her wince. His people certainly weren’t giving out Tyrrish secrets during interrogation. And if he played this right, Violet would be singing for him within a week. He could humor her in this.

He looked up from her, catching Liam’s eyes. “Very well. They can return with a message, then.” What would General Sorrengail think, he wondered, when she learned of her last child’s fate? ~~~~~

Violet

She loathed this. Loathed him, more specifically. But mostly she loathed the undeniable craving inside of her. She’d just met the man—her enemy—yet all she could think about was the deep roll of his voice at her ear, his scent that was constantly caught in her nose, and the unyielding hold he kept when he’d escorted her out of the office and straight to his personal room where she was expected to spend her heat. She wouldn’t get her choice of an alpha to help her through it.

But then, omegas rarely did. With such an extreme ratio of betas and alphas in comparison, her dynamic was coveted. More often than not they were sold off to a nobleman or gifted to a high ranking soldier as a reward for years of flawless service. Objects to breed with the hope their children would present some fifteen years later with the same dynamic. She could only imagine what a king would expect. She was a prize twice over—a thing to breed and a taunt to throw back at Navarre. All she could hope for at this point was that Tairn would tear him to pieces in the end. And that she’d survive it.

The one mercy he gave her was that he didn’t hover as she acquainted herself with the space. While she had cleaned herself from the sweat and grime of travel, he’d called for someone to bring a few extra blankets and pillows—and turned out whoever had come to replace the current bedding. Seeing she was clean and dressed in the singular change of clothes from her pack, he settled in a chair set against one wall, eyes casually moving between the stack of papers in his lap and her progress in forming a decent nest. She was just trying her hardest not to think about what was going to be happening in that nest when this presentation spiraled into something more demanding.

It took over an hour for Xaden to speak to her, voice soft and even when he noticed her discomfort. “What do you need, Violet?”

she didn't need his help. Certainly didn't want it. But... “It’s wrong somehow. I need something else.” Her headspace was all wrong right now, too. She hated how she reacted to that softness. The craving would take her pride, she was sure. “I don’t know how to finish it.”

He gave her the slightest smile when she met his eyes, jerking his chin to his left. “Go see if anything in the closet will help. You can have your pick of it.”

The moment she entered the walk-in space her knees nearly gave out. She’d never been so reactive to scents before, but she had her nose buried in the fabric of a soft winter sweater a moment later, pulling it from where it had been meticulously folded and draped over a hanger.

That was where Xaden found her a while later, surrounded by a small pile of shirts, nose glued to a collar his scent gland had seemingly been pressed against. “Find a few things you like?” She blushed. “No need to be embarrassed, sweet girl. An alpha’s scent should be comforting, especially approaching your heat. Here.” He reached to unlace her corset and she stiffened before remembering their deal. He’d let Colin and Rhi go. Now she had to do her part. “Good girl.”

A moment later her corset and compression shirt were cast aside, the latter thrown to the laundry. The first sweater she’d selected was over her head before she had time to shiver. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the fit of it. She’d always been too small for her age. But that didn’t stop her from flushing again when she bunched up the long sleeves and stood to reach for his shoulders so he could strip her boots and pants, letting the sweater fall to her mid-thigh. There was a slight shake of his shoulders under her hands and his silent laughter did nothing to lessen her second wave of embarrassment.

“You’re alright, Violet. Most omegas are on the shorter side.”

Just not quite this short, went unspoken. And Xaden certainly qualified as taller than most. Twice as broad as her, for sure. She swallowed, pulling away from him and wishing she’d put up a little more fight about losing her leathers for the thin cotton she wore now. He didn’t give any reaction to her withdrawal, crouching to gather the shirts she’d favored so he could carry them out to the bed for her. His free hand didn’t wander, resting at the small of her back to guide her back to the bedroom. “Finish up, little one. I’ll be back with dinner in a moment.”

Violet gnawed at her lip, hearing the door lock behind him. She frowned, not that she had hoped she’d have a chance of sneaking out when he slipped away to do something. Instead she let her mind fall back to that urge that was starting to take over it. The shirts would do it, she knew. Her nest would be cozy and smell like her—she shook her head—like Xaden.

Was that how quickly she’d lose herself to this? Trying to claim her enemy as her alpha in a matter of hours? Why was it his scent that set her off anyways. The interrogator was the first alpha she’d come in contact with since presenting. She and Liam had passed half a dozen on their way to Xaden’s office.

It only took a few moments for a knock to fall on the door. Strange, considering this was Xaden’s space. He’d made it clear there would be no shutting him out. “Uh, come in.”

A moment later Liam’s head poked through the cracked door before he opened it wider to extend what appeared to be a plate of roast meat and rice. “Hey. I caught Xaden on his way out of the kitchen. I thought you might be tired of looking at the same face for hours on end. I know he can be a rude bastard.”

Xaden had been anything but rude since taking her upstairs, if a little high-handed in stripping her leathers. But she wasn’t going to voice anything that made her captor sound like a decent human being. “Yeah. Um, you can come into the room completely, you know. I’m sure that’s… awkward.”

He smiled. “Thanks.”

He was patient in letting her settle into her nest, averting his eyes until she’d covered her bare legs. “When is he gonna be back?”

“Shortly, I’m sure. He’s already pissed that I’m up here offering you food.” She cocked her head, brows furrowed. “Alphas are providers, Violet. Even if they thought you were a beta, surely your mother and siblings…”

“My mother was always cold, even before we lost Brennan and Dad. Brennan, he acted like most big brothers do. Sometimes he snuck me extra treats, I suppose. Before we lost him. Mira probably tended to me most. Braided my hair, gave me pointers where she could. I would have fallen off the parapet if it wasn’t for her, I think. I know it." She smiled at the memory of Mira braiding her hair before conscription. Brennan sneaking her extra sweetbread in the days before he started training for the front lines. Just like that, the melancholy settled deep. "I guess they did dote on me sometimes. I didn’t think it was anything special back then. But I’ve missed it, if I’m being honest.” He reached out to squeeze the hand that wasn’t fidgeting with her fork. “Thanks for bringing this up for me. I’m not really hungry, though.”

Liam frowned. “Take a few bites. You won’t be eating much once your heat takes over.”

She huffed. “I’ve been cooperative where it counts. I don’t need you people dictating my food intake too. Just—”

He reached up, his thumb sliding over her tongue to silence her protests. She could do nothing but watch as the friendly concern slid away to make room for something harder. Betas didn’t have the same raw dominance as alphas, but they could be plenty stern when they needed to be. Her nails bit into the skin of his wrist, but he didn’t so much as flinch. When had she become so helpless?

“Back to bratting us, is she?” Xaden asked. When had the door opened? “Why?”

“Doesn’t want to eat. Says she isn’t going to let us dictate her meals.”

Was Liam a part of this now? Next in line to fuck her when Xaden was bored of it?

“Is that so?” He waved his hand and Liam pulled back, retreating to the chair Xaden had occupied earlier with a little shake of his head. Xaden had her repositioned in his lap in a matter of seconds, the manhandling seeming to cost little effort despite her attempts to squirm free. Twin bands of shadow around her wrists and ankles were what finally stilled her. Despite their appearance, they were solid as iron around her limbs. The rumors about his signet hadn’t been exaggerated, then. “Any time you refuse a bite, you’ll earn yourself an extra swat.”

“Extra…” Her mouth fell open. “You can’t spank me! I’m not a child!”

“Could have fooled me, acting out. Don’t test me, Violence.” She sneered at the nickname, turning her attention back to the meal in front of her.

She was only able to choke down half of the plate they served before insisting she was truly going to be sick if she ate any more than that. Xaden assessed her for a moment, onyx eyes hard. “I’ll let it slide this once. Just know that the next time you backtalk one of us, you’re pretty little ass is going to be feeling the consequences.” She scowled back at him. “You can be as pissed as you like, but you’re going to follow the rules we set. If you can’t respect—”

The rest of his threat was lost to the earth-shaking roars beyond the walls of Riorson House, just slightly varying from one another. Serum or no serum, her dragons had found her. And they were livid.

#the empyrean #fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #riorgail #violiaden #liolet #omegaverse #a/b/o #liam mairi

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justallihere · 9 months ago

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New fic! Read the tags, have fun, be nice to me 🫶🏻

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #violiaden #Liam Mairi/Violet Sorrengail/Xaden Riorson #liam mairi x violet sorrengail x xaden riorson

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somewhere-in-the-rain · 8 months ago

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Every once in a while I sigh, question my life choices, and look up Violet x Xaden x Liam fan fiction on ao3

#funny how it’s always the middle of the night when this happens #fourth wing #the empyrean #iron flame #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #liam mairi #violiaden #fan fiction #violet x liam x xaden #my posts

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tegantales · 8 months ago

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alittlegirlwaitinginagarden · 9 months ago

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Along for the Ride passed 5,000 hits today

I know it's not much, but considering this is only the second fic I've ever posted (and only like the third thing I've ever really written) AND it's my first attempt at smut AND it's a semi-niche threesome AND it's only been up for three months and I never actually shared it anywhere, I'm feeling pretty damn proud of this little milestone 🥳

Big thanks to the amazing Fourth Wing fanfiction community for being so wonderful and encouraging

#personal ramblings #fourth wing fanfiction #violiaden

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theoppositequeens · 20 days ago

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Fandom: The Empyrean (Fourth Wing) Pairing: Violiaden - Liam Mairi/Xaden Riorson/Violet Sorrengail Rating: E Chapters: 1/4 Tags and warnings on AO3. Beta read by Violiaden goddess @shipmistress9 💕

Read the first chapter on AO3 here.

you were dancing on your own

The blonde one lifts his gaze to her face, and she shoots him a flirty smirk that he responds to instantly, Violet spinning back around to face them, and the dark-haired man's eyes trail up her body with a heated look that makes her swallow. Two men? Well, Violet is feeling reckless tonight, and it's not sure yet that either of them will be up for anything more than a spot of dancing. Why not try? ---- It's the anniversary of Brennan's death, and Violet is in a bar, ready to make some bad choices. Xaden and Liam think they should be that choice.

#violiaden #violet x liam x xaden #liam x xaden x violet #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #liam mairi #fanfiction #fourth wing fanfic #modern au

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siobhanbooks · 9 months ago

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can't believe I forgot them @bestbookfriends

#violiaden #violet x xaden x liam

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shipmistress9 · 9 months ago

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For whatever it’s worth

Fandom: The Empyrean (Rebecca Yarros)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Xaden/Liam

Summary: The morning after the night Liam spent with Xaden and letting him Dominate him.

Now, Xaden finally has his mind clear enough to examine his feelings. And he's done holding them back.

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AN: This follows directly after Making Up For Missed Opportunities .

Originally, I didn't plan to write this scene out. It was always just something that happened off-screen, an obvious development. But I see now how stupid that was, they deserve their moment. 🥰

But I also realised I had to write this scene, as I clearly did a poor job at portraying and explaining Xaden’s feelings 😅

Read more below or on AO3

“Okay, wow!” Liam gapes as he opens the door to my private bathing chamber. “This would actually be worth becoming wingleader for.”

He takes in the room with the sink, the separate toilet, the tub, and, most prominently, the large shower. It isn’t anything special, rather simple, all in all. But I know the fact that I have a private bathing chamber is a luxury around here.

“Just… wow! Too bad Rhiannon is already heading for the leadership position, or I might give it a try. But to be honest, she’s far better suited than I am anyway.”

I snort. From what Violet told me, Liam’s probably right there.

With a gleam in his eyes, he turns toward me. “Would it be okay if I took a shower here? So I don’t have to sneak down to the first-years’ bathing rooms?”

Chuckling, I make an inviting gesture. “Sure. It’s all yours.”

He throws me a smirk that seems to say ‘Hopefully not,’ then peels off yesterday’s clothes. And even after how intense last night was, I can’t help my body reacting to the sight of him naked. His firm ass, the muscles covered by smooth golden skin, but most of all how unguarded he enjoys the hot water running down his skin have my cock filling out in an instant.

Halfway to distract myself, I pick up Liam’s clothes. Like most things around here, they’re the standard we all get issued, so I throw them into my laundry and pick fresh ones from my stash for him. It’s a good thing we’re the same size.

As I reenter my bathing chamber, I find Liam still beneath the hot spray of the shower—and I pause. I don’t know why it took something as ordinary as this, but in this moment, it hits me. That Liam is truly back in my life—and not just as a fellow rider, a friend, someone as close to me as a brother but… more. And in opposition to last night, where I had to maintain the role he’d asked me to play and couldn’t risk slipping out of it, I now have my head clear enough to truly examine what that means, to realise and accept why I’m so happy, to put into words what it is I feel for him.

It’s ridiculously easy.

With an inner calm I haven’t felt in a long time, I place the clean set of clothes onto the shelf by the sink then take off my own. “Mind if I join you?” I ask, more so I don’t startle Liam as I step into the spray of hot water behind him.

Liam huffs a laugh. “Almost feared you wouldn’t.”

He turns toward me, and that spark of… of something in his eyes makes my chest grow tight. Without hesitation, without thinking about it, I get closer to him, ignoring the water running down my face. My hand curls around his jaw, sliding to the back of his neck, and I kiss him.

If he’s surprised he catches himself quickly, his one hand mirroring mine as the other arm curls around my waist, his hand splaying at the small of my back. He hums against my mouth, his lips curling into a smile before he angles for a deeper kiss, his tongue gliding along my lower lip. Groaning, I give in, give him access and let him pull me against him, momentarily too stunned to do much else. Too many emotions whirl around in my head, my heart, as he licks into my mouth, his tongue stroking against mine in a long-forgotten dance. Stoking a fire deep inside me that is near impossible to resist.

But even though there’s nothing I want more than to give in to this fire, there’s something I need to do first. Something I need to say.

“Liam,” I gasp, tearing my mouth from his. “There… there’s something I…”

“Yes?” he asks, waiting, breathing hard.

I press my eyes shut, my forehead resting against his as I search for my words. “I… I’m sorry.”

Those were the wrong words. I know it even before Liam’s shoulders slump, and I know he’d retreat if there wasn’t a tiled wall at his back. But I shake my head, hoping to convey what it is I meant.

“I’m sorry for… for pushing you away all those years ago when I should have talked to you instead. I was a fool, I know that now. And I’m so relieved, so grateful that you agreed to give this a try, to give us a try. Because…” I pull back to search his eye, need to see them, to look at him. “Because I love you, Liam.”

Something flickers in his eyes, but with the spray of hot water blurring everything, I can’t be sure whether it’s joy or hesitation.

One second passes in silence, then a second and a third.

Liam swallows. “You do?” He sounds hesitant, maybe disbelieving even. But also… hopeful?

I take a deep breath. No backing out now. “I do. I… wasn’t in a good place back then, in my head, wasn’t able to examine my feelings with the grief and anger still overruling nearly everything else. And I’ve been too scared and frightened to admit it to myself since then, it seemed pointless anyway. But I’ve been in love with you since the first night we spent in that tiny room at Duke Lindell’s castle and you smiled at me despite what my family cost yours. And I—”

I don’t get the chance to say more. Liam’s hand curls around the back of my neck, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, he pulled my mouth back against his.

This time, I don’t fight against the fire. I said what I needed to tell him, to confess, and this alone fills me with a sense of euphoria that makes me feel lighter, dizzy, makes me yield into his touch in a way I rarely did before. Our bodies align, pressed together all the way down to our feet, and yet it feels like it is not enough. My hands glide from his shoulders down his arms, to his waist, up his back. Mapping every part of him as he does the same with me. My lips and tongue trace a line down his jaw, and I deeply inhale his warm woodsy scent, tasting it on his skin. Every touch of his wet skin against my own leaves a prickling trail, a sensation I quickly get addicted to. I want more, need more.

“Liam…” I grind against his body, needing to feel him everywhere, and can’t suppress a groan. Where my cock was already filling out earlier, it’s completely hard now, pressed against Liam’s in the wet heat between our bodies. And it feels exquisite.

Before I can further chase the sensation though, Liam grabs my shoulders and spins us around. From one moment to the other, I’m the one with hard tiles at my back while Liam’s the one grinding into me, taking the lead, and honestly? I can’t help but grin.

Despite last night and how much he assured me he enjoyed me dominating him, I’m glad to see this confident playful streak is still in him.

Honestly, he fits in perfectly with Violet and me.

Liam

I love you, Liam.

Xaden’s word keep echoing through my mind as we make out beneath his shower. Words I’d long given up hope of ever hearing.

I love you, Liam.

Over and over, like waves crashing against a cliff, they wash through me, hollowing out my defenses.

I love you, Liam.

Amari help me, I so badly want these words to be true. And for now, I’ll act as if they are.

Xaden groans as I grind against him, the friction and the sound of him equally sweet. Almost unbearably so. Gods, I want more. I want it all.

Xaden

“Fuck… Liam!” I let my hand glide to his broad shoulders, can’t get enough of feeling his skin, his muscles moving beneath.

It’s like the years melt away, as if they never happened. Like we’re still these young boys, grieving yet innocent in a way. Like were not fighting for our lives every day, like it’s just him and me. Except that our reality is so much more than that, which makes this even sweeter.

After what felt like hours and mere moments alike, Liam snakes his hand between us, and I can’t suppress a grunt as he manages to wrap it around both our cocks, enough to press them together. Fuck, does this feel good.

With my forehead resting against his, I can do little more than stare down at where he holds us both, so different in shade yet similar in so many other ways. I can’t look away as he moves his hips, slowly, sliding his cock along my own, his head dragging along my frenulum.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moan, clinging to Liam’s arms. My knees tremble, my mind wiped clear of any thoughts at this new and powerful sensation. It feels unlike anything else, powerful yet so intimate. Light and intense at the same time.

“Fuck, indeed,” Liam groans as I watch precome bead at his tip, captivated. “Gods, I fantasised of doing this but never dared hoping…” His words trail off into a low moan as he keeps moving, his gaze caught just like mine.

“Liam…” His name is but a plea on my my tongue, imploring to… I don’t even know to do what. To pause so I can get a grip on these intense sensations? To go faster? Rougher? To slow down and draw it out? Fuck if I know. I feel my orgasm building, feel the moment coming where I could hold it back, stay in control. But in this moment, I don’t want to.

My grip on his shoulders tightens and a low growl is rumbling in my chest as I watch more pre leak from both our tips, feel him twitch against my cock. Fuck, I’m so close.

Liam

It’s amazing, the things you remember. Like the intimate little tells that let you know your partner is close, even though it’s been years. Or, at least years since the last time you were focused enough to notice them.

Last night and during the one with Violet, I wasn’t, but now I am. I see—feel—Xaden’s body go tight as a bow string, hear that deep sound he always makes right before he comes. And it is too much for me to hold back, too.

With a low curse, I come, and barely a second before Xaden does, as well. My mind is entirely blank as come shoots up to land on our chests, impossible to determine which is who’s, as it covers my hand, our cocks, as we both twitch, Xaden’s groan. Fucking perfect.

We stay like that, entangled and leaning against one another, both chuckling from the sheer intensity of the moment. Then Xaden hisses, far more sensitive to overstimulation than I am, and I loosen my hand. But even then, we stay close, closer even than before, ignoring the mess on our skin. Just basking in this rediscovered closeness.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Xaden murmurs, his lips gliding against my skin, and I can only hum in agreement, too blissed out for coherent words.

Until his words from before echo through my mind once more.

I love you, Liam.

Sucking in a breath, I step back. My eyes dart to the small window, to the rising sun outside. “Shit, I have to to hurry. I mustn’t be late for library duty, especially with Violet being ‘ill’ today.”

It’s not only an excuse, but if it weren’t for this weird feeling spreading through my chest, I probably would draw this moment out a while longer. We clean and dry ourselves up quickly, then I put on the clothes Xaden hands me. They feel strange on my skin, even though I know, logically, they’re the same as the ones in my own armoire.

I’m just about to leave as Xaden holds me back. “Hey, Liam?”

Feeling tense, I turn to look at him.

“If you need time to think about, well, tonight and just… everything, then that’s okay. Take as long as you need.” He smiles, but I know I’m doing a bad job hiding the turmoil inside me. “Just know that me as well as Violet are here for you, to talk, to answer questions, whatever you need. And… I meant every word I said.”

I love you, Liam.

I don’t think he was lying. But I also know that what’s between him and Violet goes beyond any normal bond. It can't be the same. I want to fit in with them, and I believe them when they say they want me with them as well. But how can I even compete with what they have?

“I know,” I reply, covering my turbulent emotions as best I can. I squeeze his hand on my arm, smile, and add, “And I love you, too, Xaden. Always have.”

For whatever it’s worth.

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AN: I don't quite know what happened here...

I only meant to show that Xaden very much knows and accepts his feelings for Liam. And then Liam went all doubtful again, the poor boy. 😣

But then, this also has to tie into Easing Tension And Worries which takes place after this one.

Writing out of order is hard. 😅

#Violiaden #Liaden #Liam/Xaden #liam mairi #xaden riorson #fanfiction #lemon #the empyrean #rebecca yarros

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callsign-rogueone · 7 months ago

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this is so cute and domestic and everyone needs to read it right now 🥺🩷

remember everything i yapped about yesterday? it was for this violiaden vacation fic i was working on! thank you guys for all the help MWAH 🥰🥰

#when the FMC has two boyfriends and the boyfriends are also boyfriends >>>>#I’m so excited to see this continue. gonna live vicariously through them a bit as my summer literally ends tomorrow 🫠#fic recs #violiaden #xvl

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starfall-spirit · 1 month ago

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Read on Ao3 | Part I | Part III

To present as an omega behind enemy lines... well that was an entirely different sort of curse.

CW: Dub-con, Non-consensual marking, Smut in general

Part II

Xaden

“Did you have to tell him my intentions for Violet?”

“I’ve kept plenty of your secrets, boy. I won’t lie to my mate when he asks a simple question about his rider.”

“Sgaeyl—”

“Tairn and Andarna knew the risks of bonding an omega when they chose the girl. They only waited this long to tear into you because they hadn’t sensed her presentation.”

“Will you kindly remind him that she’ll be in the worst of her heat long before they reach Navarrian soil regardless?"

“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

Xaden scowled. He wasn’t about to touch that mental bond with a ten foot pole. Turning back to Violet, his displeasure only deepened when he noticed the smug little smile she wore. She was completely convinced her rescue team had arrived and she’d only be a few hours behind her squad mates in returning home. He wondered how long it would take her to realize the next dose of the serum cutting off her signet and mental channels had been served in her food before the first could wear off.

“Liam, make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” Like run through the Riorson House in nothing but his sweater. He doubted anything short of his mark on her neck would be a deterrent for the other alphas occupying the building. A day or two more and that would no longer be a problem.

“BRING THE GIRL!”

“Fuck,” he hissed. He’d never had another dragon in his head and Tairn was doing nothing to mask his fury. “Nevermind. Just do me a favor and make sure people aren’t losing their minds out there.” Jaw clenched, he gathered the pants and underwear he’d stripped off of his omega just an hour ago. “You may see your dragons, but don’t think for a moment you’re getting on one of their backs.”

She swallowed, eyes widening slightly when he knelt to help her into her clothing. “Are you going to stare all night, or do you want to see your dragons before you’re glued to that bed for the next week?” Her nose crinkled at the reminder of her impending heat, but another deafening show of impatience from outside had her scrambling to dress. She didn’t even bother mouthing off about how he hadn’t brought her a suitable top, too concerned with reaching her dragons before all the noise turned into actual damage.

Keeping a firm hold on her arm, Xaden guided her back downstairs and out of the building where the two scaled beasts had announced themselves. It was Andarna who shot forward. Though the Scorpiontail was fully grown, her youth was shown all too clearly by her impulsive behavior. Xaden had never given any credit to the rumors a feathertail had bonded the youngest Sorrengail, but now he could see for himself it was a reality.

Tairn growled low, the sound more of a threat to him than a correction even as Andarna stopped short, a blast of hot breath breaking across his face. Protective of both females, then. “Release my rider. She will gather her armor and fly home tonight.”

Violet trembled beside him. It wasn’t out of fear. She knew and trusted these dragons, likely more than her own flesh and blood. The next time he drew a breath her soft scent was all he could gather—almost cloying in its new strength.

“You’ll fly her home? How much time could you shave off of a seventeen hour flight, Tairn. Because I don’t think she’d make the trip and be in any form to choose an alpha you’d find more exemplary. I haven’t tried to pretend I deserve an omega, but the fact remains she was caught on Tyrrish soil. I have every right to claim her for making the mistake of crossing our borders without invitation.”

“I can make the trip just fine,” Violet spat.

Xaden ignored her protest, suppressing his smirk as she tugged the collar of his sweater away from her neck. “You made some gamble in choosing an omega as your rider. I won’t try to dig out an explanation for that. I honestly don’t care.”

“The first smart decision I’ve seen you make tonight.”

“Tell me then, why you think this is the worst option for her? Staying in Aretia, being able to fly and fight for the right side of this war after she’s marked? Can you guarantee Navarrian leadership is going to overlook her dynamic to keep her signet active, or is she going to end up passed around to a bunch of assholes who want to knock the great Sorrengail line down a peg?”

He wasn’t about to mention he’d be sharing her with Liam. It was a better case than he’d painted with his little speech now, but it wasn’t going to help him by any means.

“You know the real war we’re fighting here, Tairn. Let her fight it too.”

“Flying will help.” Violet insisted, stubborn to the very end. “The cold air…”

She made a soft little sound, stumbling towards Andarna when Xaden finally released her. The female coiled around her to preserve the body heat Violet was already struggling to regulate. Angry as they were with him, both dragons knew she had a better chance of gaining a purpose here than in Navarre.

Tairn growled again, eyes glowing brighter with the sunset long passed. “You will give her the antidote to whatever drug you’ve been using to block her signet and communication immediately. If you make any attempt to put her at a further disadvantage than she already is, you will learn very quickly that dismemberment doesn’t always end in loss of life. Is that clear?”

“Your terms are agreeable.”

Andarna glared as he took a cautious step closer. “Let me get her back to her nest, Andarna. It’s the best thing either of us can do for her at this stage. Please, let me prove to you that I can help her through this.” She relaxed, slowly uncoiling her tail to release Violet who thankfully only hesitated a moment to stagger back to him, despite having not heard half of the conversation. “Let’s get you inside, little one.”

~~~~~

Violet

Violet was less than pleased with her dragons’ recap of what had been said when their bond was silenced. Logically, it was the best course of action, but her instinct to run as far from this place as possible was still barely cutting through the mental fog of her looming heat.

“Did they truly release Rhi and Colin?”

“We crossed paths when they first took flight," Tairn told her. "They’ll be back at your assigned post by now.”

“Good.”

She drifted towards the bed again, worrying her lip when she realized just how much of Xaden’s clothing she’d gathered in her nesting phase. “It’s natural, even if you hate the alpha arranged for you.”

Arranged. She didn’t think she’d ever heard her dragon speak so delicately. “Careful, Tairn. You almost sound concerned for my state of mind.”

He grumbled something in his own language that had Andarna tittering and Violet couldn’t help but smile. “I won’t bother requesting you maintain your shield through your heat. Ours will remain in place, but this will likely be an interesting experience for all of us.”

Violet groaned. “Just what I need. Two unwilling voyeurs.”

“In truth a human’s mating cycle is not so different from a dragon’s. Especially the younger generation. When—”

“And that’s enough of that. Thank you, Tairn.”

Even if one of her dragons was inclined to expand on that thought, Violet doubted she’d do well in listening. It was one change after the other. A volley of sensations that left her breathless and aching. Alongside the building fire under her skin there was a sharp cramping in her abdomen, slowly morphing into an incessant throbbing. A moment later her pants were soaked through.

“Fuck no.”

“Violet—”

“Get out of my head!”

She could feel the sting of emotion from Andarna. Regretted yelling at her dearest friend the moment the words had been projected. But she’d meant it, too. Her careful control was being ripped from her in a matter of moments and the only solution was found in an alpha she wanted nothing to do with. It was all humiliating enough without being coddled through it.

She hadn’t realized she’d dropped to her knees until she was being lifted up and cradled against a warm chest, the now familiar scent of leather and mint washing over her. It was almost as soothing as the low purr Xaden offered so freely. “Into your nest, now.” She whined when her back hit the mattress and he pulled away. “I’m not going anywhere, Violet. Just gonna get you out of these pants again. You’ll be more comfortable.”

He groaned when he caught sight of the slick clinging to the fabric of her underwear. Long and low, the sound sent a shiver through her body. “Gods, Violet. By the end of this heat you won’t be able to sit straight in that damn saddle.”

Violet winced as the throbbing between her legs grew, desperate to find some sort of friction to temper it. The moment she aimed to press her thighs together, however, Xaden had his knee up between them. His chest was parallel to hers then as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You will not hide from me, Omega. If you need something, ask for it like a good girl.”

The fabric of his pants was rough against her skin as he applied a bit more pressure and let her roll her hips as best she could from her position on her back. “Ask me.” He reached under the sweater she wore, thumbing over her nipple. “You’re going to break for me one way or another. Why resist what you want and need, Violence?”

She let out a frustrated growl, forcing herself to go still against his leg. “Don’t need an alpha.” Her hand was flying before she could think better of it, but her heat had already left her sluggish, and Xaden hadn’t lost his senses the same way she had. He saw the blow coming, pinning her wrists to the bed with one hand before she could think to do it again.

Then his teeth were at her neck.

He hadn’t bit her hard enough to leave a permanent mark, but the sudden pressure did what it was intended to do, reminding her of her place in all of this. Establishing his control of her in a way that couldn’t be misinterpreted. She went still beneath him, a whimper caught in her throat when his hand dropped between her legs, two fingers dragging through the hot slick there.

After a moment of teasing her that way the pressure lifted just enough for him to land three stinging swats directly over her clit. She wailed from the shock of it, still nearly frozen beneath him when he finally pulled his mouth from her neck. “Try again, Omega.”

She swallowed. Pushed through the need, the craving that had every muscle and bone aching. The desire to feel him claim her completely. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t what she wanted when she was in control of her body and mind. “Don’t,” she rasped. Xaden leaned down to hear her better. “Don’t. Need. An. Alpha.”

He pushed off of her, leaving her to flounder in her attempt to master the desire and relief warring within her. “What are you doing?” she asked, watching wisps of shadow slither across her nest as he retreated, smoothing down his clothing. Her arms and legs were spread wide before he finished straightening his clothing. “I’ll be back in an hour. Maybe then you’ll have another answer for me.”

Her discomfort morphed all too quickly to panic. But Riorson was already out the door. She tried to breath through it, ignore the unforgiving bindings around her limbs and the smaller shadows licking across oversensitive flesh. He was likely still nearby if their security hadn’t dwindled. Might even be able to hear her through the door if he’d lingered or returned early.

It didn’t take long for Violet to realize she had no chance of winning this game. Of making it through this heat alone, even if he released her. She sobbed as a particularly brutal cramp set in, low and punishing. It felt like a consequence for her stubbornness. She hadn’t even realized she was begging until the anxiety clouding her senses was soothed by that same low purring from before.

He’d been listening after all.

“Say it again,” he crooned, stripping his clothes and letting her add the soft cotton shirt to her nest. “Tell me what you need, Violence.” She hesitated. “Say it again, Omega.”

“I need you.” His hands ran up her legs, almost entirely wrapping around her trembling thighs. “Please, Alpha. Please.”

He shuddered, dipping his head to scrape his teeth across her scent gland. “Not so hard, was it?” Even when her bindings fell away he left the more delicate shadows to tend to her, teasing her breasts as he began to move down her body, stopping when he was level with her center and lifting her legs over his shoulders. The warmth of his breath shocked her, but he was quick to still her squirming, hands gripping her hips. “There’s a good girl. Such a sweet little mess for me.”

She wasn't sure why his words settled her so easily, but she didn't exactly have time to think on it, either. The heat of his mouth was all she knew after that. Every stroke of his tongue indulgent to himself even as they replaced that awful cramping with something softer, rapid in its growth. She reached down to card her fingers through his hair, her grip tightening when the rough pad of his thumb worked over her clit. Every muscle in her locked at the sensation. “Don’t try to hold it in,” he growled, “or it’s going to be a very difficult week for you. Come for me, Violence.”

Sobbing, she gave into the need. Shed her pride for the relief she knew she could find, no matter how she felt about Xaden Riorson as a person. There was no more talking after that, his verbal encouragement falling away to touch alone, every stroke of his fingers across her skin a bridge that let her first orgasm roll straight into a second.

“Good girl,” she heard faintly.

“Need—”

“I know, Violet.”

He eased her legs down from his shoulders, stripping out of his pants before kissing a trail up her body until he could run his fingers through her hair. Twist the length of silver and brown around one fist and kiss her, the taste of her slick lingering on his tongue. Another shift and he was folding her legs to keep them spread open, dragging his length through her slit.

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Easy.” He lined up, just teasing her with the tip for a moment. “Breathe for me, love.” Resuming the stimulation to her clit, Xaden pushed into her little by little, humming his encouragement when she tried to stop or slow his steady claiming. She was panting by the time he’d fully sheathed himself.

“You take me so well, sweet girl. Look at you.” He was moving before she could say a word to stop him, hips rolling up against hers at a languid pace she didn’t know how to match, feeling so restless. “Stop,” he murmured when she attempted to reciprocate. A pillow was shoved under her a moment later, tilting her lower body at an angle easier for Xaden to work with. “Relax, sweetheart. Stop worrying. Just take what I give you.”

“Xaden, I can’t—”

His next thrust was sharper, deep enough to tease her with his knot. Her fingers dug into his biceps, hard enough to bruise, but whatever pain they left behind didn’t seem to serve as any sort of deterrent. He set a firm rhythm and it broke her down faster than she cared to admit, slick coating them both, her face pressed to his neck, breathing in short puffs against his skin. And gods spare her, his scent gland was right there, close enough to drive her to insanity. Close enough to bite.

He grunted sharply, hips jerking from their rhythm when she dared to pull him closer, lick the salt from the column of his throat. “Violet, fuck.” Whether it was a reprimand or loss of control, she wasn’t sure, but his teeth sank into her neck for the second time that evening, the shock of his marking throwing her over the edge again. “So pretty when you come for your alpha,” he crooned, tongue flicking over the broken skin. “So pretty with my mark on your neck.”

It was right there, that niggle of dread she knew she would feel now that he’d staked his claim on her. The anger, simmering beneath the inferno of her need. All of it was right there, just out of her grasp. Because now—even after three mind-numbing orgasms—the only thing she could think about was taking his knot.

“Please, please, please, please…” She groaned, back arching. “Xaden, please.”

He groaned again, hooking one hand under her knee to force it up to her chest. “Say it again, Violet. Say my name.”

“Xaden, Xaden, Xad—” A wail left her when he finally seated himself past the knot, holding her tight until the swelling locked them together at last. The only freedom she had was her hands, some deep seated instinct to mark him forcing itself to the surface. She clenched her jaw tight, denying it, and refocusing that energy to claw down the length of his back.

No mercy. No escape. His final claiming.

He spilled inside of her with a gruff shout, dropping her leg to fist the pillows behind her as if he was afraid to mark her that way. Part of her—that little part she hated—was struck by it. Part of her wanted to wear the bruises he could leave behind. But the other part of her was going to remember just how much she hated him when the heat broke.

Violet let it win, muffling the whimper crawling up her throat.

“Shh, I know, love.” She didn’t realize she’d started crying until Xaden flipped them so she could lay over his chest, his knot still locked inside her. She was so damn full like this. She loved it. Loathed it. Worst of all, needed it.

She clenched around him, gasping for breath. “I don’t… I don’t want this.”

“I know,” he repeated, running his finger up and down her spine in steady strokes that did nothing to ease the heat already building low in her belly. Gods, she already needed him again. “I know it’s not fair,” he continued, slowly wrapping her hair around his fist. “I know it’s not the romance you envisioned. I know you don’t want it. But you’re done fighting it. Do you understand me, Omega?”

Violet braced against his chest, shivering. Even as she sat astride him, it was crystal clear who held all of the control in their arrangement. If it could even be called that. Entrapment might be more accurate at this point.

She ground her teeth. “You aren’t—” But he was her alpha. Whether she’d consented or not, the man had his teeth in her neck just minutes ago. She was marked. Claimed. His to torment or pleasure at his own discretion. There was no fight here she could pick and win. “I understand.”

“Very good.” She gasped, caught off guard when Xaden started to lift her off of him. “Easy, love,” he cooed, all but manhandling her to put her down on her belly. “I think we both know you’re in no state to ride my cock at the moment.” She winced. Despite the steady need taking hold of her senses, she didn’t think she could handle another round yet. “Relax. I’m going to get you cleaned up. Then you can get some rest.” He moved to the connected bath before she could respond, returning a moment later to part her legs long enough to clean her up before drawing up one of the fluffy blankets from the border of her nest to tuck her in. The juxtaposition from his attitude about her cooperation was startling, but she dismissed the thought, sinking down further into the pillows around her.

“Get some rest, sweetheart.”

~~~~~

“You’re sure you want this?”

“Liam.”

“No offense, Xaden, but you don’t exactly share well.”

Violet sensed a hand running though her hair. Feather light, yet somehow close enough to possessive to send a rush of pleasure through her—another base instinct she had no chance of fighting. She was practically preening under her alpha’s touch.

She really, truly hated Xaden Riorson.

Of course his marking of her meant she also really, truly needed him now.

“Our infantry on the border received a missive. Tauri wants proof of life regarding his prized weapon.”

“We’ll worry about that when her heat’s broken. Right now my concern is seeing her through it. Are you going to be a part of that, or not?”

There was a pause, then, “She’s got a hell of a spirit. Considering how stubborn you are, I think you’ll tear each other to pieces without someone in the middle.”

The mattress dipped behind her and her grip around Xaden’s waist tightened on instinct even as the warm pressure of a second body secured her from rolling back. “Good morning, little omega,” Xaden crooned. “Sleep well?”

As well as she could when her heat was wrecking her sleep pattern, the ache between her thighs a constant torment. Gods she’d never been so sore. Or so needy. She shut her eyes tight, trying to breathe through the next crest of her heat. Ignore the slick coating her thighs. “Oh, sweet girl.”

Xaden started to reach down between her legs, but she jerked away, straight back into the hard wall of muscle behind her. Liam. “Please. Can’t—can’t take a knot right now. Hurts.”

Both men seemed to soften at that. Even if Xaden had taken her choice in all of this away, part of him seemed to be a decent alpha. A caretaker. “Alright, love. Something a little different, then.”

She yelped, startled when Liam started working her open from behind, whispering instruction and praise against the soft skin of her neck just above her scent gland while two thick fingers stroked her slow and deep. She just about melted into the nest. “That’s it, honey. Just lie still. Let your beta make you feel good.”

She moaned, long and low. The heat was still building, and far more rapidly than when she was still shaking the fog of sleep. Liam had told her to lie still, but—

“Easy. You’re alright. You’re alright, honey. Just gonna help you.” His fingers curled, pressing up against her slick gland. The touch was so unexpected it threw her over the edge before any of them expected, drawing out a sharp cry. “Perfect omega, so pretty when she comes.”

“The prettiest little thing,” Xaden agreed, pushing up until his back was against the headboard, legs spread enough he could stroke his hard length as he watched Liam take care of her. “Why don’t you come up here with me, sweet girl.”

Violet managed to push up to her hands and knees with a bit of guidance from Liam as she was still a bit off kilter from her first orgasm of the day. She crawled up the bed until she was between Xaden’s knees before pushing up to meet his eyes.

“You may think the worst of me at the moment, but I have no intention of hurting you when I can help it. That said, while I won’t make you take my knot—” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “—I do intend on filling you up one way or another.”

Just a handful of words and a single touch from her alpha and her belly was clenching tight, that pool of heat returning. She wasn’t going to survive the week, that much she was certain of. “Alpha?”

“Relax, little one,” he cooed, cupping the back of her head with one hand. “Alpha will help you. Just show me what that pretty mouth is good for, hm?”

She swallowed hard, but let him guide her down, appreciative that he was letting her set the pace in this. She started slow, little kitten licks meant to tease. It was a strange balance, wanting to please him as her alpha and punish him as her captor. But it was one she thought she’d enjoy immensely, especially as she watched his body begin to tighten, his hand twitching where he played with her hair as he fought the temptation to push her down.

“Violet,” Liam warned from behind her. “Keep playing games and you won’t get to come either.”

She shivered at the promise, but ended her teasing then and there, wrapping her lips around the head of Xaden’s cock. His hand tightened in her hair for a moment, but it was the only sign he gave that her mouth had any affect on him. “Go on, sweetheart.” She sank down another inch before drawing back, setting a steady rhythm until the tip hit her gag reflex.

A bit panicked, she tried to pull off of him only for Xaden to finally establish control, holding her just shy of the point she choked. He clicked his tongue, brushing a tear from her cheek with the hand that wasn’t currently fisted in her hair. “Going to have to train that out of you, aren’t we? Teach you to open up for your alpha.”

She’d never particularly enjoyed sucking a guy off. Most of her escapades before and in the quadrant had all been quick fucks, straight down to business. Her short time as an officer, well, she was more concerned with her assignments than men. To put it simply, deep throating was far from her specialty.

But again, there was that incessant part of her desperate to please her alpha. She took a breath, leaning forward the slightest bit. “That’s it. My good girl, eager to please, hm?”

She hadn’t realized Liam had left the bed until the the mattress dipped behind her and his fingers returned to her aching core.

More more more more.

As if he heard that silent plea he removed his hand a moment later to drag his tip through her drenched slit. Gods.

He filled her from behind in an easy slide that stole the breath from her lungs, his path aided by the copious slick she’d secreted. Violet whined again, the sharpness of the stretch lingering without the full force of her next heat wave to soften it.

She jerked against Xaden again, nails biting into his thigh until he released her. “Wait,” she breathed. “Just…”

Liam stilled behind her, thumb sweeping across her nape in steady, soothing strokes until she all but became one with her nest. “That’s it. Good girl. Alright now?” She nodded, mumbling something just coherent enough for him to chuckle against her shoulder. “We’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

He kissed across the black and gold of her relic, left a scorching trail down her spine with his hands moving parallel, all the way to her waist. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned, jerking her back by the bend of her hips and thighs to realign her with Xaden’s lap. “Every inch of you.” The next thrust of his hips had her gagging around her alpha once again, but this time she was determined to prove herself capable of pleasing him. Relaxing her throat, she timed herself to Liam’s steady pace behind her, delighted when Xaden finally began to break beneath her, his breathing shifting, hips tilting up ever so slightly.

The next punch of Liam’s hips struck something particularly sensitive and she moaned low and deep. “Fuck, Violet,” Xaden hissed. “Keep that up…”

She wasn’t going to last much longer either. Not with the way they were handling her between them, mapping her body to find every sensitive point they could. She was a fucking mess, driving straight towards the brink of her next orgasm, barely able to focus on the one task Xaden had given her. He cursed again. “Almost there, love. Want you to take every bit of it.” His hand wrapped around her throat and she shattered, clenching around Liam and finally feeling him spill inside of her.

Xaden was the last to come. Pushing as deep as he could go, he spilled down her throat, holding her until she stopped fighting the intrusion.

The surrender. She didn’t imagine giving that control could be so freeing. He finally pulled back, lifting her chin until he was certain she swallowed the last of his seed. “Our perfect girl.”

She blinked up at him slowly, a weightlessness setting in she didn’t quite understand.

“Feel… floaty.”

Both men chuckled, Liam helping her to settle back into the bed while Xaden left them just long enough to bring some water to drink and wet rags to clean up the worst of the mess. He was quick about cleaning her up, knowing she was sensitive even before Liam took her. The only protest she gave was a little whimper her alpha quickly soothed with a kiss to the forehead before settling in on the side Liam hadn’t occupied.

“How are you feeling, love?” She hesitated, looking down. “Violet?”

“It scares me.” He cocked his head, waiting. “I don’t trust you. Not in the slightest. But I want you. Want to please you.” She glanced over her shoulder to where Liam rested, playing with the ends of her hair. “Both of you.”

Just your basic needy omega. Pathetic.

Xaden sighed. “It’s going to take time, longer than I’d like, for you to trust us, Violet. But I marked you last night. Claimed you as my omega. I’m afraid you’re stuck with us.”

The fact that that very statement didn’t make her rage was what scared her most of all.

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