Beautifully Broken Omega: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance, page 19
My body has never felt this alive. Before I met Roman, the suppressants made my heats manageable—muted, controlled, something I could handle alone in the privacy of my room. With Roman, they’d stopped altogether, my biology shutting down to protect itself from his cruelty. But this... this awakening I’m experiencing with Griffin, Nolan, and Declan is something entirely different. It’s not the biological imperative of heat—it’s pure desire, pure want, my body coming alive in ways I never knew were possible.
They love me. The memory of their words from just days ago floods through me, warming me from the inside out. Griffin’s eyes so sincere as he spoke about my intelligence, my strength. Nolan’s deep voice telling me I was worth protecting. Declan’s gentle hands holding mine as he promised they’d keep me safe.
I know, without a shadow of doubt, that they would never hurt me. Not like Roman did. Where he had taken pleasure in my pain, in breaking me down piece by piece until I forgot who I was, these alphas see me as something precious. Something to be cherished and protected, not controlled and diminished.
For what feels like the hundredth time since moving in, I wonder what they look like beneath their perfectly tailored clothes. Griffin’s broad shoulders beneath those crisp dress shirts, the lean muscle I glimpsed when he rolled up his sleeves. Nolan’s powerful chest and arms that strain against his clothing, all that contained strength. Declan’s confident stride suggesting an athlete’s build beneath his casual elegance. The thought of seeing them, really seeing them, makes heat pool low in my belly.
The fantasy builds as my fingers work between my thighs, imagining their hands on me, their mouths, their—
Footsteps echo across the stone, and my eyes snap open.
Nolan stands at the entrance to the pool area, his massive frame filling the doorway. His blue eyes are wide with shock as he takes in the sight of me—naked, aroused, completely exposed in the softly lit water.
For a moment, neither of us moves. The air between us crackles with tension, with want, with the promise of everything we’ve been denying ourselves.
“Hi,” I say softly, not bothering to cover myself or sink deeper into the water. Surprisingly, I feel no shame, no embarrassment at being caught like this. Only a deep, bone-deep desire that makes my voice husky. “You’re home early.”
“Kit,” he breathes, my name a prayer on his lips. His voice is rough, strained, like he’s fighting a war with himself. “I forgot some files. I didn’t know you were...”
He trails off, his gaze traveling over what he can see of me through the water. I can smell his scent shifting, darkening with arousal, and it makes me bold.
I start moving toward the pool steps, water cascading off my body as I rise. “Don’t leave,” I say when I see him take a step backward.
“Kit,” he says, his voice tortured. “You need to stay in the water.”
“Why?” I ask, continuing my approach. Each step up reveals more of my body to his hungry gaze—first my shoulders, then my breasts, then my waist. I can see the exact moment his eyes lock onto my chest, can hear his sharp intake of breath as he takes in my body.
“Because I’m trying to be good,” he says roughly, but he doesn’t move away. “Trying to give you space.”
“I don’t want space,” I tell him, stepping fully out of the pool now. Water drips from my hair, my skin, pooling at my feet as I stand completely naked before him. “I want you.”
His eyes travel lower, taking in the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips, before settling between my thighs where I know he can see everything. The hunger in his expression is so intense it makes me clench around nothing, makes fresh slick coat my inner thighs.
I walk toward him slowly, deliberately, letting him look his fill. When I’m close enough to touch, I stop.
“Nolan,” I whisper, reaching out to place my palm against his chest. His heart hammers beneath my fingers, and I can feel the tension coiled in his massive frame. “I need you.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice barely recognizable. “Kit, sweetheart, are you sure? Because if you’re not ready—”
“I’m sure,” I interrupt, pressing closer until my naked body is almost touching his clothed one. “There’s a fire in me, Nolan. A need that’s been building for days. I can’t think about anything else.”
“You’re not in heat, are you?” he asks, genuine concern cutting through the desire in his voice.
I shake my head immediately. I know what my heats felt like, even the suppressed ones from before. This isn’t heat—this is want, pure and simple. “No. This is just me, wanting you. All of you.”
“Kit,” he says again, and I can see his control hanging by a thread.
Instead of answering, I move to one of the loungers, the plush cushions soft beneath me as I settle back and slowly part my thighs. I can see his pupils dilate as he takes in the view I’m offering him—completely open, completely his for the taking.
When I slide my hand between my legs, touching myself the way I’ve been doing alone for days, I see the exact moment his control shatters completely.
He moves like a man possessed, crossing the space between us in two quick strides. His large hands spread my knees wider, positioning himself between my thighs as he stares down at my glistening core.
He leans closer, his face hovering just inches from my most intimate place. I watch, mesmerized, as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, like he’s breathing in the most intoxicating scent in the world. The reverent expression on his face makes my core clench with need.
“Declan and Griffin were right,” he says, his voice hoarse with need when he opens his eyes to meet mine. “You smell like fucking heaven.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
NOLAN
I‘m half-crazed with need as I breathe in Kit’s scent, her arousal wrapping around me like smoke, making my cock throb so hard it’s painful against my pants. The vanilla and jasmine is so concentrated here, so pure, it makes my head spin with want.
The need to taste her is overwhelming, consuming every rational thought I have. For days I’ve been fighting this, trying to be good, trying to give her space. But Christ, seeing her like this—naked, wanting, offering herself to me with no shame or hesitation—has shattered every ounce of control I thought I possessed.
I settle between her thighs, my mouth hovering close but not touching. “What do you want, Kit?” I rasp, my voice thick with hunger.
Her eyes flutter half-shut, cheeks flushed. “I want you,” she whispers. “I want your tongue on me.”
“Where exactly, sweetheart?” I press, needing to hear her say it.
“My pussy,” she breathes, voice broken with need.
Fuck. Those words from her lips nearly undo me. I groan, my cock jerking against my pants. “Jesus Christ, Kit.”
I lean down and drag my tongue slowly through her folds, and the first taste of her nearly brings me to my knees. She moans beneath me, the sound vibrating through her core and straight to my cock.
Sweet Jesus. She tastes even better than in my wildest fantasies—like honey and desire and everything I’ve ever wanted. I pull back just enough to look at her, to really see what’s mine.
Her pussy is pink, so perfectly exposed to my gaze, glistening with slick that coats her inner thighs. I can’t resist leaning down to lick it up, not wanting to waste a single drop of her sweetness. The taste of her on my tongue is addictive, making me hungry for more.
“Nolan, please,” she whispers, her voice broken with need.
I look up at her face, and the sight almost undoes me completely. Her eyes are half-closed, heavy with desire, her cheeks flushed a beautiful rose color. She looks wanton, completely without control, lost in pure want. The careful composure she usually wears has been stripped away, leaving nothing but raw desire.
“Want me to lick this sweet pussy, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice rough with barely contained hunger.
I watch her core pulse in response to my words, a fresh drip of slick emerging that makes my mouth water. “Jesus fucking Christ, Kit. You’re so ready for me.”
I lean down to catch that drop with my tongue before finally giving her what she wants. I lick through her folds with slow deliberation, savoring every taste, every sound she makes beneath me. Her moans fill the pool area, echoing off the glass walls.
“Tell me how it feels,” I command against her core, the vibration making her arch beneath me.
“So good,” she gasps, her hands clutching at the lounger cushions. “Nolan, it feels so good.”
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, punctuating my words with long strokes of my tongue. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart. I could eat this perfect pussy for hours.”
Her response is immediate—her back arching, more slick flowing from her core, her breathing becoming even more ragged.
“Hold your knees,” I tell her, my voice carrying that alpha command that makes her body respond instinctively. “Keep those legs spread wide for me. I want to see everything.”
She complies immediately, her hands moving to grip behind her knees, pulling them back and opening herself even more to my gaze. The new position tilts her hips, exposing not just her glistening pussy but the tight ring of her ass as well.
Fuck.
The sight of her so completely open, so trusting, makes my cock twitch against my pants. I want to touch every inch of her, claim every part of her body as mine.
I focus my attention on her clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth while slowly sliding one finger into her tight heat. She’s so wet that I slide in easily, but she’s incredibly tight around my finger.
“More,” she whispers, her hips moving against my hand. “Please, Nolan.”
I add a second finger, stretching her carefully while my tongue works her clit in steady patterns. The sounds she makes are driving me insane—breathy moans and gasped pleas that go straight to my cock.
Her pussy is getting ready for more, I can tell by how she’s responding, how her walls are relaxing around my fingers. I work a third finger into her, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the air as I pump them in and out.
“Harder,” she tells me, her voice desperate. “I’m so close, Nolan. Please.”
I increase my pace, my fingers driving into her while my mouth works her clit relentlessly. But I want more. I want to claim every part of her.
I adjust her position slightly, making sure she’s fully exposed to me, then meet her eyes. “Can I lick you here too, sweet girl?” I ask, my thumb brushing lightly over her tight ring.
“Yes,” she moans without hesitation, trust shining in her eyes. “Yes, please.”
I still my fingers inside her pussy, holding them deep while I lean down to drag my tongue slowly over her ass. The taste is different but equally intoxicating, and the way she responds—her pussy clenching around my fingers, her moans growing louder—tells me she likes it just as much as I do.
“You like that, sweet girl?” I ask against her skin.
“Yes,” she gasps, her body trembling beneath me. “God, don’t stop.”
I resume the movement of my fingers inside her pussy, pumping them harder while my mouth works her tight ring. The dual stimulation has her writhing beneath me, her moans echoing off the pool area’s glass walls.
When her climax hits, it’s violent and beautiful. Her whole body convulses, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers as she cries out my name. I work her through every wave of pleasure, lapping up the fresh slick that flows from her core, not wanting to waste a drop of her sweetness.
As she comes down from her high, I press gentle kisses to her inner thighs, her breathing slowly returning to something approaching normal.
“That was...” she starts, then trails off, seemingly unable to find words.
“Incredible,” I murmur against her skin, looking up at her with awe in my eyes. “You’re incredible, sweetheart. Absolutely fucking incredible.”
* * *
GRIFFIN
I sit in our living room nursing a glass of Macallan, the amber liquid doing nothing to ease the tension coiled tight in my chest. Declan occupies the armchair across from me, his own whiskey untouched as he stares into the fireplace with unfocused eyes. The flames dance behind the glass, casting shifting shadows across his face that mirror the restless energy radiating from both of us.
It’s nine PM, and Kit’s scent permeates every inch of our home. The moment I walked through the front door, jasmine and vanilla hit me like a wall, so concentrated it’s like breathing pure desire. My cock hardened instantly, straining against my pants as her intoxicating fragrance filled my lungs.
We’d promised her we’d wait, that we’d let her set the pace. But Christ, it’s getting harder by the minute to maintain that noble intention when every breath reminds me of what I want, what we all want. It’s why we’ve been working late every night this week, staying at the office until we’re sure she’s asleep, trying to give her space that feels more like torture with each passing day.
The front door opens with a soft click, and Nolan’s heavy footsteps echo through the foyer. When he appears in the living room doorway, something in his expression stops me cold. He looks... guilty. Like a man who’s done something he knows he shouldn’t have but can’t bring himself to regret.
“How was the rest of your day?” Declan asks carefully, though I can see the knowing look in his green eyes.
Nolan settles into the remaining chair with uncharacteristic heaviness, running both hands through his hair. “Fine. Good. I just...” He trails off, unable to meet our eyes.
“Come on,” I say, setting down my glass. “Spill it.”
For a moment, I think he won’t answer. Then the words come tumbling out—Kit in the pool, naked and wanting, the way she’d offered herself to him without shame or hesitation. How he’d tried to maintain control, tried to be the good alpha we’d all promised to be, but she’d shattered his resolve completely.
“I tried so hard to control myself,” he says, his voice rough with guilt and remembered desire. “But she was so beautiful, so ready. And when she touched herself, when she opened her legs for me...” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t resist anymore.”
Something hot unfurls in my chest at his words. Deep satisfaction that Kit had felt safe enough, confident enough, to take what she wanted from one of us.
“We don’t blame you,” Declan says quietly, echoing my own thoughts. “She’s been driving us all insane. If she’d come to me like that...”
“Same here,” I admit, surprised by the truth of it. “We said we’d wait for her to be ready. Sounds like she’s more than ready.”
Nolan looks up at us with something like relief in his blue eyes. “So you’re not angry?”
“Angry?” I shake my head. “Hell no. If anything, I’m proud of her for taking what she wanted.” I stand, adjusting myself through my pants as discretely as possible. The conversation, combined with Kit’s scent growing stronger in the evening air, is making my arousal impossible to ignore. “I need to go work out. Let off some steam before I do something we’ll all regret.”
But just as I’m about to head toward our home gym, Kit appears in the living room entrance.
All three of us turn toward her like magnets drawn to true north, and the sight of her stops my heart completely. She’s wearing a simple white dress that skims her curves in ways that make my mouth water. The fabric is soft and flowing, innocent in design but rendered anything but innocent by the woman wearing it.
She looks radiant. Glowing. Her dark hair falls in soft waves around her face. But it’s more than that—there’s something different about her tonight. A confidence in the way she holds herself, a light in her storm-gray eyes that I’ve never seen before.
Her scent hits me like a physical blow, so intense I have to actively stop myself from breathing. It’s almost painful, the way it goes straight to my cock, making me harder than I’ve been in years. Jasmine and vanilla and pure female arousal, concentrated enough to make me dizzy with want.
When I finally manage to focus on her expression instead of just breathing her in, I realize she looks... angry.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” she says, and there’s an annoyed edge to her voice I’ve never heard before. Her lips are set in the smallest pout, and despite the accusation in her words, I can’t help but think she looks adorable. That tiny jutted lower lip makes me want to kiss her until she forgets whatever grievance brought her here.
“Kit,” I start, but she cuts me off with a look.
“Don’t,” she says firmly. “Don’t try to make excuses. You’ve all been leaving early and coming home late, barely speaking to me except to ask if I need anything. I know you’re trying to avoid me.”
Declan shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “We’re trying to give you space, love. After everything you’ve been through—”
“It’s for your own good,” Nolan adds, though his voice lacks conviction.
Kit’s arms fold across her chest, and the movement draws my attention to how the white fabric stretches across her breasts. I force myself to look at her face instead, where something vulnerable flickers beneath the irritation.
“Did you tell them about what happened earlier?” she asks Nolan, her voice quieter now.
Nolan looks like he’s in physical pain. “Yes,” he admits.
But instead of anger, I see something that looks almost like hurt cross her features. The vulnerability I caught a glimpse of spreads across her expression, making her look younger, more fragile.
“I...” she starts, then stops, her confidence wavering. “I want more,” she whispers, so quietly I almost miss it. “More of that.”
My heart clenches at the honesty in her voice, at the way she’s putting herself out there.
She looks up at us, eyes bright with unshed tears. “You don’t have to protect me from yourselves,” she says, her voice growing stronger with each word. “I know that you would never hurt me. I know that with every fiber of my being. And I know that I would never regret this...”
