Precious Collateral
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@acotar-omegaverse-week Day 5: Mating Bites
Summary: When Rhys set out to collect his dues from the head of the Archeron house, he knew the man would be begging for more time. What he didn’t expect was to be offered the youngest daughter as collateral.
After spending only a day in the temperamental woman’s company, he found himself utterly enthralled with his new guest—and with no intention of letting her father scrape together the funds that would grant her her freedom.
CW: Non-con, coercion, underage sex, unprotected sex
Chapter VII
Feyre
She was aching again. That spot deep in her belly that her alphas had been soothing these past two days. Or had it been three now? It was too hard to think, not that she was supposed to bother fussing over anything anyways. Fighting her heat had only gotten her in trouble after all. With the bone-deep exhaustion still holding her body, she was able to ignore the ache for a while, dozing off again with her nose buried in Rhys’ neck, Cassian wrapped over her back—a protector from the moment her heat had claimed her. She was safe with them, here in her nest. Their nest.
So she slept. For a while.
Because that ache was persistent. So was the stretch. She whimpered against her alpha’s muscled chest and he cupped her face. “Hush now. Rest a little longer,” Rhys cooed.
“B-but.”
He began to purr then, and she just about turned into a puddle. “Just lay right here on me, Feyre.” He lifted one leg across his hip, spreading her wider—more accessable to his brother. As for Cassian, he was still pushing into her, whispering sweet nothings all the while. Endless praise meant to lull her back to sleep as he carved a place for himself inside of her once again.
And it worked. She wasn’t asleep, necessary. Just… floaty. Her alphas would take care of her as long as she was a good girl for them. So she would be their best girl.
“You already are, darling,” Rhys murmured, his purr remaining steady. “Minding us so well.”
Cassian hummed in agreement, rolling his hips to tease her with his knot. “Sometimes I think I miss my little bratty girl. But then I see how sweet you are, waiting for one of us to knot you. Make’s a man wonder what you really want, little one.” Though it was Cass’ words tumbling through the fog in her mind, taking on a meaning she was scared to voice, it Was Rhys who splayed his hand across her flat belly, a bit of pressure making her all the more aware of the hard length inside of her. She moaned, an impressive array of emotions trying and failing to cut through the seemingly permanent haze holding her.
The notion was there. If she could just make it a thought and force it past her tongue—that part of her, too, now felt near leaden in her mouth. A pathetic whine was all she could manage, arching away from the male penetrating her—and straight into Rhys unyielding form. “Now, darling, that’s enough of that.” Drawing his arm back, he put just enough space between them to wrap a hand around her throat. His grip was high enough to cradle her jaw, all the while squeezing just enough to strain her breath. “What did Azriel tell you about trying to make your own decisions?” She just shook her head.
“Be our good girl, hm?”
His grip loosened, the rough pad of his thumb sweeping down the length of her throat before he shifted his hand to cup the back of her neck, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips. If his first display of control hadn’t emptied her head of any attempt at resistance, the demand in his kiss would have done it for sure.
Feyre was panting by the time he broke away, pained by the loss of his presence when he he eased her leg down from his and stood from the nest. “I’m going to see to breakfast. You two have fun. I’ll bring the food in soon.” With a wink, he was gone. Feyre didn’t have time to wonder why it bothered her so much that there was only one of them beside her now, as Cassian was rolling her down onto her belly again, one broad hand between her shoulder blades both knocking the air from her lungs and keeping her in place.
“That’s it, little one.” With every measured rock of his hips, Feyre settled a bit further, the only sound she made a soft whimper when the heat and ache became a truly painful thing inside of her. “I know. Hush now. The bite will help.”
“B-bite? What bite?” But his teeth had already clamped down, breaking the tender flesh beneath her jawline. She screamed, so distracted by the teeth in her neck that she hadn’t noticed his knot swelling until it was locked inside of her, throbbing against her pubic bone.
Feyre came hard, clenching down on him over and over—only prolonging their joining, she was sure.
She scrabbled at the pillows, a different part of her aching now that a fair chunk of the careful arrangement was ruined. “Hush, little omega, no tears now. We’ll fix your nest, don’t you worry.” ~~~~~ It seemed Feyre was to be little more than a glorified cockwarmer that morning. She only had a few moments after Cassian was able to pull out of her to straighten her nest, perhaps a bit petulant in refusing to let him help her after how he’d marked her so permanently.
She’d heard Elain whispering about Alpha marking once. How an omega friend of hers had mated and married an alpha from the next town and was expecting a child less than a year later. “Their first heat together and they conceived,” she had said. “Of course omegas are naturally more fertile, but do you believe the marking helps too. Like our tutor claimed?”
“Let’s just hope our sister is never a test subject on the matter.”
It had been one of the very few kindnesses Feyre had seen Nesta display. Perhaps that was why the conversation had lodged itself so permanently in her mind. And now here she was, with two of her alphas having confirmed Elain’s suspicions just an hour before.
And Rhys was due his turn, it seemed. The moment Rhys had settled the plates on a flat spot in the nest, he was stripping out of his clothes again, claiming her in one steady glide, but making no further move to fuck her. Or mark her—yet. Instead he remained inside her, rekindling the heat inside of her, paying no mind to the slick and cum that coated the place they were joined as he fed her little morsels of flaky pastry and fresh bacon. She tried to raise her hips once, to get him to do something. He’d merely tapped her nose, leaning down to kiss her with a gentle scolding on his lips.
“Feyre, who decides what you need?”
“You do, Daddy,” she whispered back, quiet—more importantly, obedient as he fed her another bite of the jelly filled treat. She swallowed. “Daddy?” He raised a brow. “How old are you?”
His lips twitched up at the corners. “I’m thirty-four, pet. But that makes no difference in my role to you. Cassian and Azriel are a few months younger and older than me, respectively.”
She swallowed, squirming a bit beneath him. That is unil he pinned her with the weight of his lower body. “I’m only seventeen.”
“Believe me, darling, I’ve been reminded of that fact constantly. It changes nothing.” Setting the plates outside the ring of her nest, Rhys raised himself enough to lift her by the hips, positioning her higher against the pillows. She opened her mouth to argue, only to be silenced by another tender kiss. “Little omega, did you think you were going to convince me you shouldn’t be marked and bred because you’re a minor? You innocent little thing, caught in a cruel, cruel world.” He sighed, once again cupping the back of her neck, this time pressing his thumb into the hallow beneath her jaw. “My Feyre.”
She sniffled.
“No tears, little girl,” he told her, repeating his brother’s words. “I want you to look at me, sweet girl. I want you to look at me while I claim you. And I want you to know that we’re doing this for your own good. It’s too big a world for you to wander alone and your family has no desire to protect you, do they?” She sniffled again, refusing to answer him. “That’s why you have us now.”
“The three of us are going to protect you, Feyre.”
He set a slow and steady rhythm, each thrust gentle, but sure. An alpha who could be soft for her, but an alpha all the same.
“We’ll protect you.” Thrust
“We’ll spoil you.” Thrust.
“We’ll cherish you.” Thrust.
His voice dropped to a growl that sent a shiver through her very bones. “And we’ll breed you, darling. Breed you, fill you up again and again until you’ve given each of us a child. And you’re not going to fight it, are you?”
She sobbed, but held his gaze, just as he demanded. “No, Daddy.”
He sighed again, kissing her brow. “That’s my good girl.” She braced herself when his head dropped to her shoulder, teeth sinking into the skin at the crook of her neck. Two claimings made, with one looming ever closer. ~~~~~ Cassian and Rhys kept constant watch, both together and apart. Sometimes they kept her filled up, others just cuddling her to make sure she didn’t crash during such a vulnerable time.
She was five days into her heat when Azriel finally returned to her room. Narrowing his eyes, Cassian stood to begin a conversation at the door, their voices too low for her to decipher. “She knows who we are, Cass,” she finally heard, Azriel’s silken voice just agitated enough to rise. “She needs to see all of us, clean and bloody to trust us with her care.”
That’s when the stench hit her. He had been speaking literally, she realized.
The coppery tang in the air forced her to peer through the dark, her vision helped by the sliver of moonlight peeking through her sheer drapes. “Feyre. It’s good to see you’re a bit more clear-headed, now. The heat’s almost broken.”
She didn’t let her eyes leave him when she heard Cass retreat, the door snicking shut. She licked her lips, honestly more unnerved by his heavy gaze on her than the blood coating his cloathing and hands. The splatter went all the way up his neck. Why hadn’t he bathed before coming to her room. Just to test her fear of him?
Feyre supposed she felt pity more than anything. What toll did it take, this endless cycle of bloodshed her lovers were trapped in? “Would you—” She cleared her throat, holding his gaze. “Would you like a bath? Or rest now,” she suggested, noting the bags beneath his eyes even in the dim light of nature. “You don’t have to tend to me the moment you’re home. I don’t imagine you and your brothers can truly afford to prioritize my care for so long. Under such… pressure.”
He growled softly. “Do you realize, Feyre, how long my brothers and I have searched for an omega strong enough to stand beside us.”
“Beside you?” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “Or beneath you? After all, I’m just a whore to breed, aren’t I?”
His lips pulled back in a snarl, the white of his teeth akin to a flash in the dark. And then he was stalking towards her, his grip on her throat similar to Rhys’, though he had yet to put apply pressure.
“Rhys needs an an heir. All three of us desire a family. Do not think for a moment that is your only purpose. He would never have accepted your father’s offer if you were meant to be a simple whore. If I ever hear you say anything to that effect again regarding your place in this pack I will strip you bare and give you a heavy dose of my belt. Is. That. Clear?”
She shuddered, nodding quickly. “Good girl. Now, sweetheart, you’re going to undress me and I’m going to fuck you in that perfect little nest you made.”
Shivering once again, she dropped her eyes to the zipper of his summer jacket. “Perfect?” she whispered. “I’ve never done anything perfectly. My sisters, perhaps.”
He gripped her wrists the moment she reached up to push the jacket from his shoulders. “Any ill notions, Feyre, will earn you that belt. You are perfect. A brat, yes, but lovely all the same. Your nest too, is lovely. My sweet, talented, girl. The perfect place to claim you.”
She stripped him in a hurry then, letting him raise her thin nightgown over her head in turn before he hoisted her up in his arms and carried her to her perfect nest.
~~~~~
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