Beautifully Broken Omega: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance, page 20
She takes a shaky breath, and when she speaks again, the words change everything.
“Because I love you too.”
The silence that follows is absolute. I can hear my own heartbeat, can smell the shift in all our scents as her words sink in. Love. She loves us. All of us.
“Kit,” I breathe, taking a step toward her before I can stop myself.
“I love you,” she repeats, more firmly this time. “And this isn’t just my biology talking, or my omega nature responding to alphas. This is my heart.” She presses her hand to her chest. “This is me, choosing you.”
Her voice grows stronger with each word. “You’ve shown me what real alphas are supposed to be—protective without being controlling, strong without being cruel, passionate without being selfish. Griffin, you knelt on the floor to tend my cut without caring about your expensive suit. Nolan, you sat with me through my panic attack with such patience. Declan, you gave me permission to be brilliant again, to challenge and debate without fear.”
Tears gather in her eyes as she looks between all three of us. “You’ve healed parts of me I thought were broken forever. You make me feel precious instead of fragile, brilliant instead of burdensome. You’ve shown me that love doesn’t have to hurt, that strength can be gentle, that I don’t have to make myself smaller to be worthy of care.”
Each word sends warmth flooding through my chest, overwhelming in the best possible way.
After everything she’s been through, everything Roman put her through, she’s found it in herself to love again. To love us.
“I’m not broken,” she continues, her voice growing stronger. “I’m not the same omega who let Roman control and hurt her. I’m stronger now. And I know what I want.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Nolan asks, his voice rough with emotion.
She looks between the three of us, her chin lifting with determination. “I want you. All of you. I want to be yours, completely and without reservation. I want to stop pretending that I’m content with stolen moments and careful distance.”
“Kit,” Declan says, rising from his chair. “Are you absolutely certain? Because once we—”
“I’m certain,” she interrupts. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I love you, and I trust you, and I want this. I want us.”
The words hang in the air between us, a promise and a plea and a gift all wrapped into one. I can see the truth of it in her eyes, can smell it in her scent—not just desire now, but love. Deep, certain love that makes my chest tight with emotion I don’t have words for.
“We love you too,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended. “More than you know.”
“Then stop protecting me from something I want,” she says simply. “Stop protecting me from you.”
And just like that, every wall we’ve built, every careful boundary we’ve maintained, crumbles to dust.
She’s ready. She’s ours. And we’re never letting her go.
Declan steps forward, his green eyes dark with promise as he looks at her with reverent intensity. “Tell us what you want, love. We’re yours to command.”
Chapter Thirty
KIT
We’re yours to command. Declan’s words reverberate through my head like a prayer I never knew I needed to hear.
Touch me. Fuck me. Knot me.
The thoughts flash through my mind unbidden, so bold and desperate they shock me. But standing here in this living room, surrounded by their scents and warmth, looking into three pairs of eyes dark with desire and love, I’ve never wanted anything more. Every cell in my body is screaming for their touch, their complete possession.
I hesitate, looking up into Griffin’s velvet-dark eyes, softer than I’ve ever seen them. “Kiss me,” I whisper instead, the safer request falling from my lips.
The alphas surround me instantly, moving like they’ve been waiting for this moment their entire lives. Their combined scents envelop me—dark cinnamon and brown sugar, smoky sandalwood and leather, whiskey and wood smoke—creating an intoxicating cloud that goes straight to my pussy, triggering an aching pulse deep inside me.
I can smell them responding, their arousal sharpening their natural fragrances until the air between us is thick with want and promise.
Griffin cups my cheek with reverent fingers, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip with feather-light touches that make me shiver. When his mouth finally touches mine, it’s soft at first—tentative, careful, like he’s afraid I might shatter.
But then I press closer, my lips parting beneath his, and his restraint shatters completely.
His tongue slides against mine, hot and demanding, claiming my mouth with a hunger that makes my knees weak. His other hand tangles in my hair, holding me to him as he deepens the kiss until I’m drowning in the taste of him. His fingers trail fire across my skin wherever they touch—along my jaw, down my throat, across the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
Each caress leaves burning trails that make me arch against him, desperate for more contact, more pressure, more everything.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard, his forehead resting against mine as we struggle for air.
“Let’s go upstairs, sweetheart,” he says, his voice rough with barely controlled need.
Before I can respond, he’s lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all. The solid strength of him, the way he cradles me against his chest with such care, makes my heart race with both desperate arousal and something deeper—the overwhelming feeling of being cherished.
Nolan and Declan follow us up the sweeping staircase, their footsteps echoing through the mansion’s quiet corridors. I can feel their eyes on us, their presence like a warm blanket of protection and desire wrapped around me.
Griffin carries me to his bedroom—a beautiful room decorated in rich, masculine tones with an enormous bed that dominates the space. He sets me down gently on the edge of the mattress, and I sit there facing all three of them, my hands clasped in my lap to keep them from trembling.
The idea that these three powerful alphas want me, desire me, choose me—it hits like a blow, unraveling every ounce of control I thought I had, leaving my body pulsing with raw, helpless want.
“We’ll take it slow, sweetheart,” Griffin promises, his voice gentle despite the hunger burning in his eyes.
Slowly, he begins to undress. His fingers work the buttons of his shirt with deliberate precision, revealing inch by inch the body I’ve only glimpsed in my fantasies. His chest is broad and sculpted, with defined muscles that speak of disciplined strength rather than vanity. Dark hair dusts his pectorals, trailing down to disappear beneath his belt in a line that makes my mouth water.
“Come closer,” I whisper, unable to resist the pull I feel toward him.
He approaches until he’s standing directly in front of me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin. Nolan and Declan move closer too, flanking him on either side, surrounding me with their presence in a way that should feel overwhelming but instead feels like coming home.
I stand up slowly, my hands reaching out to touch Griffin’s chest before I can second-guess myself. His skin is warm and firm beneath my palms, the steady thrum of his heartbeat grounding me as my fingers explore the contours of his muscles.
Griffin groans at my touch, the sound vibrating through his chest. For a split second, panic flares—did I hurt him? Did I do something wrong? It makes me snatch my hands back, fear flickering through me.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp.
But Griffin immediately catches my hands, pressing my palms back against his chest with gentle insistence. “Don’t,” he says firmly, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t apologize for touching me. You can touch me whenever you want, wherever you want. I’m yours, Kit.”
Wherever you want.
As if of their own accord, my eyes immediately drift downward. His cock strains against his pants, huge and so obviously erect that my breath catches. I watch in fascination as it twitches, responding to my gaze.
“Do you want Griffin to take off his pants, sweetheart?” Declan asks softly, his voice thick with amusement and desire.
I look at Declan, then back at Griffin’s obvious arousal, my tongue darting out to wet my lips unconsciously. “Yes,” I whisper. “I want to... I want to see you. All of you.”
The effect of my words is immediate and devastating. All three alphas go completely still, their scents sharpening with sudden, overwhelming arousal. Griffin’s hands clench into fists at his sides, Nolan’s breathing becomes audibly rough behind me, and Declan’s eyes flash with something primal that makes my pussy tighten with need.
“Fuck,” Nolan breathes, the word barely audible.
“Kit,” Griffin says, his voice strained, “you have no idea what you do to us.”
“What exactly do you want to see?” Nolan asks, his voice a gentle rumble that makes me shiver.
I look up into Griffin’s eyes, finding courage in the patient desire I see there. “I want to see your cocks.”
All three alphas groan at my words, the sound sending electricity straight through me.
“Fuck, Kit,” Griffin breathes. “Hearing those words from your lips...”
Anticipation builds as he slowly unbuckles his belt, the metallic sound unnaturally loud in the quiet room. His movements are deliberate, almost ceremonial, as he pushes his pants down his hips.
His cock springs free, jutting proud and thick from his body, and I do a sharp intake of breath at the sight.
He’s magnificent. Long and thick, with a slight upward curve that makes my mouth water. A prominent vein runs along the underside, and the head is flushed dark with arousal. I’ve wondered what he’d look like so many times, but the reality is so much better than anything my imagination conjured.
“Do you want to touch it, sweetheart?” Griffin asks, his voice strained as he watches my face.
Slowly, like I’m approaching something sacred, I reach out and wrap my fingers around his length. The skin is impossibly smooth over steel-hard flesh, burning hot against my palm. He’s thick enough that my fingers barely meet around his girth, and the weight of him in my hand triggers an instinctive pulse deep in my core.
I tighten my grip experimentally, fascinated by the way he groans and his hips jerk slightly forward. A bead of clear moisture appears at the tip, and I watch it with hungry, fascinated eyes.
Will he even fit inside me? I wonder, a mixture of trepidation and excitement coursing through me.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Declan says, as if reading my mind. “We’ll go slow. We’ll make sure you’re ready.”
I squeeze my thighs together, knowing I’m more than ready—I can feel just how soaked I am, slick coating my inner thighs, hot and sticky as it trickles down my skin. But I want to see Declan and Nolan too.
I reluctantly release Griffin’s cock and sit back on the bed, leaning back on my hands as I look up at the three alphas surrounding me.
“Declan, Nolan,” I say, my voice stronger now with growing confidence. “I want to see your cocks too.”
The tension in the room grows so thick I can almost taste it.
Nolan undresses first, and I watch in awe as his massive chest is revealed. His arms are just as breathtaking—thick with muscle, veins snaking over his biceps and forearms like living proof of his strength. He’s so broad and muscular, built like a warrior, such a beautiful contrast to his sweet and gentle nature. When he pushes his pants down, I can’t help the gasp that escapes me.
Oh my God.
His cock is thicker than Griffin’s—slightly shorter, but the sheer girth makes my breath stutter in my chest. The head is broad, flushed dark, almost purple, and the thick shaft is laced with prominent veins that pulse beneath the surface, like it’s barely containing the pressure building inside. He’s intimidatingly big, the kind of thick that promises to stretch me wide and leave me shaking. Just beneath the base, his knot is already beginning to swell—dense and heavy, throbbing with restrained power. The sight of it makes my core clench in anticipation. I can’t stop imagining what it will feel like when it locks him deep inside me, sealing us together.
I reach out to touch him almost automatically, wrapping my fingers around his thickness and marveling at how different he feels from Griffin. Nolan groans at my touch, his hips pushing forward slightly into my grip.
I stroke him once, experimentally, watching his jaw tighten. I’m fascinated—by his size, by his control, by the way he tenses beneath my touch. But before I can do more, Nolan catches my wrist in a firm, gentle grip.
“Fuck, Kit,” he pants. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come right here and now. And I’d really prefer to come inside you the first time.”
My pussy clenches at the thought of his thick cock filling me, stretching me wide around every thick inch. “I... I’d like that too,” I whisper, turning to Declan.
“Dec…” I murmur, voice soft with want. “I want to see you too.”
He grins at me as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a lean, athletic build decorated with intricate tattoos that wind around his arms and across his chest. The ink is beautiful, artistic, and I find myself wanting to trace every line with my tongue.
When he pushes his pants down, my breath hitches again. His cock is different from both Griffin’s and Nolan’s—long and thick, with a flushed, deep red head, but what makes me stare are the pronounced ridges that spiral along his length like nature’s perfect design.
As if my hand has a mind of its own, I reach out and trace those ridges with reverent fingers. Declan moans, his cock jumping in my grip, and I imagine what those ridges will feel like inside me, how they’ll drag against my walls with every thrust.
“Are you wondering what the ridges will feel like inside you, sweetheart?” Declan asks, his voice rough with need.
“Yes,” I whisper honestly.
I let his cock go reluctantly and lean back, taking in all three alphas at once. They’re all so different—Griffin’s elegant length, Nolan’s thick girth, Declan’s ridged perfection—but equally beautiful.
Mine, I think fiercely. Not just one of them, but all of them.
A part of me wonders if I can handle them, but the omega in me knows with absolute certainty that I can. That I was made for them.
“Your turn,” Griffin whispers, his eyes dark with promise.
I stand slowly, my hands finding the hem of my white dress. I pull it over my head in one fluid motion, revealing that I’m wearing nothing underneath. The alphas’ sharp intake of breath makes every part of me tingle, begging for their touch.
I know my thighs are soaked, my pussy practically dripping with slick. My clit throbs, swollen and begging for attention, and my nipples are hard peaks, my breasts heavy with need. The idea of their glorious cocks filling me soon is almost too much to bear.
“Please touch me,” I whisper.
The alphas surround me instantly. Nolan moves behind me, his lips finding my neck, pressing hot kisses that make me moan. I can feel his thick cock against my back, hard and ready, and the sensation makes me arch against him.
Declan moves in front of me, his eyes glued to my chest, glazed over with arousal. “Fuck, Kit. You’re beautiful,” he breathes, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.
His thumbs brush over my nipples with maddening slowness, making me gasp at the sensation. Then his mouth follows, hot and wet as he sucks one peaked nipple into his mouth while his fingers work the other.
Griffin kneels in front of me, looking up at me with reverent eyes. “Can I taste your pussy, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice thick with need.
“God, yes,” I breathe.
I spread my legs wider, giving him better access, and he groans at the sight of me.
“Sweetheart, you’re dripping.”
I look down and see he’s right—there’s slick literally running down my thighs, evidence of how desperately I want them.
The next instant, Griffin is greedily lapping up my arousal, his tongue hot and skilled as he devours me. “You’re so fucking delicious,” he growls against my pussy, the vibration making me cry out.
My head falls back against Nolan’s chest as Griffin starts sucking my clit, his mouth working magic between my thighs. The triple assault is almost too much—Nolan sucking and biting at my neck, Declan worshipping my breasts, Griffin devouring my pussy like a man starved.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, overwhelmed by sensation.
“No God here, sweetheart,” Nolan rumbles against my ear. “Just three alphas who are going to make you feel better than you ever have.”
My eyes flutter open, and I realize I can’t wait anymore. The need is too strong, too overwhelming. I need to be filled, claimed, knotted.
“Griffin,” I gasp, my hands tangling in his dark hair. “I... I need you. I need your knot. I can’t wait any longer.”
All three alphas go still at my desperate plea. I move to the bed with shaking legs, lying back and opening myself to them completely, letting them see every part of me—my glistening pussy, my swollen clit, my heavy breasts, everything.
The alphas stare at me with such intensity I feel it like a physical touch, and for the first time in my life, I feel like the omega I was always meant to be. Beautiful, desired, precious.
Theirs.
Chapter Thirty-One
GRIFFIN
Seeing Kit so ready and open does things to me that are hard to explain. This beautiful woman, who has known so much pain, trusts us. Despite everything she’s been through—the abuse, the betrayal, the years of hiding—she’s willing to let us in. The gravity of that trust doesn’t escape me. It settles in my chest like a sacred responsibility.
I look at her, devour her with my eyes, taking her in inch by beautiful inch. Her skin is flushed rose-gold in the soft bedroom lighting, her dark hair fanned around her face like spilled silk. Those storm-gray eyes are half-closed with arousal, pupils dilated with want. My gaze travels lower—her breasts are perfection, nipples peaked and reddened from Declan’s attention, and between her spread thighs, I can see how ready she is for us. Slick glistens, coating her folds, soaking into the bed beneath her.
