Beautifully Broken Omega: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance, page 22
“Christ, love,” I groan, my hands fisting in the sheets to keep from grabbing her head. “That feels incredible.”
She grows bolder, her tongue swirling around the head before taking me into her mouth. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock, the way she moans softly as she explores the ridges with her tongue, is so fucking hot I forget how to breathe.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice strained. “Just like that, sweet girl. Those ridges feel good under your tongue, don’t they?”
She hums in response, dragging a raw, guttural sound from my throat. Her mouth is warm and perfect, and the way she focuses on the textured ridges of my cock shows she’s learning exactly what affects me.
I watch Griffin move behind her, his fingers sliding through her folds. The obscene wet sounds fill the air as he explores her slick heat.
“Fuck, you love having Declan’s cock in your mouth, don’t you, sweetheart?” Griffin’s voice is rough with desire. “You’re dripping.”
She just moans against my cock, the sound vibrating through me as her hips move backward, seeking more contact with Griffin’s hand. Nolan moves closer, one hand stroking his length while the other finds her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
The sight of our omega being pleasured by all three of us while she worships my cock with her mouth is almost too much to bear. Her technique might be inexperienced, but her enthusiasm more than makes up for it.
“Declan,” she suddenly stops, pulling off my cock to look up at me with those beautiful storm-gray eyes, her lips swollen and glistening.
“I want you inside me. Now.”
The demand in her voice, the desperate need, breaks what’s left of my control. She turns and positions herself on her hands and knees, presenting her perfect ass to me with a needy little wiggle that nearly makes me lose it.
I move behind her, my hands grip her hips as I position myself at her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready, that I slide in easily despite my considerable size. The ridges on my cock create delicious friction as I enter her, and she gasps at the sensation.
“Fuck, love,” I groan, feeling her tight heat grip me. “You feel so perfect. Those ridges hitting all the right spots?”
“Yes,” she moans, her back arching. “I can feel every single one. It’s incredible.”
I start to move, setting a rhythm that has her crying out with pleasure. Her head lifts, eyes locking on Griffin as he kneels in front of her, his cock thick and hard, flushed dark with need. Her voice is breathless, laced with want.
“Griffin,” she moans, “I... I want to suck your cock.”
Griffin growls, the sound raw and possessive, and I feel her clench around me in response.
“Then take what you want, sweetheart.”
He guides his cock toward her parted lips, and she leans forward eagerly, tongue flicking out to taste him. I watch as she laps at the head, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes, before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him deep.
The sight of her being claimed from both ends, completely surrounded by alpha attention, makes me thrust harder.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, my hands gripping her hips tighter. “Taking both of us so perfectly.”
Griffin’s hands tangle in her hair as she works him with growing confidence. “Christ, sweetheart,” he groans. “Your mouth feels amazing.”
I can feel my knot beginning to swell as I thrust into her, the ridges on my cock creating intense friction that has her pushing back against me desperately. Her moans around Griffin’s length tell me she’s close to the edge.
“Griffin,” she gasps, pulling off him for a moment. “Please... I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
“Fuck,” Griffin growls, his control snapping. He guides himself back between her lips, and I watch as he finds his release, filling her mouth as she swallows eagerly.
The sight pushes me over the edge. My knot swells and locks inside her as my release fills her, the ridged texture of my cock creating waves of sensation that have her crying out in pleasure. Her body clenches around me as her own climax crashes through her, her pussy gripping my knot as we’re locked together.
We collapse in a tangle of satisfied limbs, my knot keeping us connected as we catch our breath. This is what perfection feels like—our omega claimed and satisfied, surrounded by the alphas who would do anything to keep her safe and happy.
“Beautiful,” I murmur against her neck, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-dampened skin. “So bloody perfect, love.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
KIT
Iwake slowly, like swimming up through layers of warm honey toward consciousness. My body feels different—deliciously sore in places I’d forgotten could feel anything at all. Every muscle carries the sweet ache of being thoroughly claimed, thoroughly loved. The sheets beneath me are soft as silk, still carrying the mingled scents of my alphas.
My alphas.
The thought sends warmth flooding through my chest, even as my core clenches with remembered pleasure. Griffin’s controlled precision, Nolan’s overwhelming intensity, Declan’s playful worship—they’d taken me apart piece by piece and put me back together as something new. Something whole.
I stretch carefully, feeling the pull in my thighs, the tender fullness between my legs that speaks of being knotted by three magnificent alphas. It’s like years of suppressed hunger finally being fed all at once. My body had been starving without me even knowing it, and they’d given me a feast.
Warm arms tighten around me from behind—Nolan’s massive frame spooning me protectively. To my left, Griffin’s elegant fingers rest possessively on my hip even in sleep. Declan’s leg is thrown over both of mine, his breathing soft and even against my shoulder.
They’re beautiful like this. Vulnerable in a way they’d never let the world see. Griffin’s sharp features are relaxed, his hair mussed from my fingers. Nolan’s harsh edges are softened by sleep, his golden-brown hair falling across his forehead. Declan looks younger somehow, the playful boy he must have been visible beneath the tattooed alpha exterior.
These men who promised to protect me. Who looked at me like I was precious instead of broken. Who made me feel safe enough to trust, to open, to become myself again. Who loved me completely.
I slip carefully from their embrace, my legs unsteady as I pad naked toward the guest room where I’ve been staying the past few days. My phone sits on the nightstand where I’d left it yesterday—was it really only yesterday that my world changed completely?
I need to call Becca. We’re supposed to have our catch-up call today—I promised her yesterday we’d talk, and she’s probably wondering why I haven’t reached out yet. But how do I even begin to explain what happened? That I’ve gone from hiding from alphas to sleeping with three of them in the span of a few weeks?
I should call her now, tell her everything. She deserves to know about Roman finding me, about the alphas, about everything that’s changed. But every time I try to figure out how to explain it all, the words get tangled in my throat.
God, she’s going to think I’ve lost my mind. She warned me to be careful around my alpha bosses, and here I am, naked in their house after the most incredible night of my life. But surely she’ll understand once I explain? Once she sees how different they are from Roman?
My throat feels dry, so I make my way to the kitchen, still naked, reveling in the freedom of it. In Roman’s house, I’d covered myself obsessively, ashamed of my body, of taking up space. Here, I feel beautiful. Wanted.
I find a glass and fill it with cold water, drinking deeply as I lean against the marble counter.
My phone buzzes with notifications I’d missed while we were... busy. Most are spam, but one makes me pause.
Mrs. Winters. That’s odd—she rarely texts, preferring phone calls for anything important. The timestamp shows it came through yesterday evening.
I open the message, expecting something work-related.
Kit, I hope this reaches you safely. I’ve been wrestling with whether to send this, but I can’t stay silent any longer. You need to know the truth about Griffin, Nolan, and Declan. They’re not what they seem. Please look up the following names: Jessica Chen, Maria Santos, Lisa Thompson. All omegas. All missing after getting involved with them. I’m so sorry, dear. Get out of there as soon as you can. Quit the job. Don’t go back.
The glass nearly slips from my numb fingers. I catch it just in time, my hands shaking so badly that water sloshes over the rim and onto the marble counter. My heart slams against my ribs so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t crack.
No. The word echoes in my head like a prayer, like a plea. No, no, no.
With trembling fingers, I google the first name. Jessica Chen, 24, omega, reported missing six months ago. Last seen at a downtown nightclub. The news article mentions she’d been dating someone new—an alpha businessman who no one in her family had met.
Maria Santos. Vanished four months ago. The police report mentions she’d recently moved in with her alpha boyfriend. No one has seen her since.
Lisa Thompson. Missing two months ago. Friends say she’d been excited about a new relationship with a wealthy alpha who promised to take care of her.
The pattern hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. Young omegas, all involved with mysterious alpha boyfriends. All gone.
My vision tunnels as the truth crashes over me like ice water. The gentle touches, the protective words, the way they made me feel safe and cherished—it was all a lie. A carefully constructed trap, just like Roman’s initial charm.
They’re predators. Just like him.
How could I be so stupid?
The thought tears through me, vicious and unforgiving. I’d fallen for the same tricks again, let myself be lulled into trusting alphas who saw me as prey. The way they’d isolated me, brought me to their home, made me dependent on them—it was textbook predator behavior.
And I’d thanked them for it. Begged them to knot me. Given them my body, my trust, my heart.
The soreness between my thighs suddenly feels different. Not the sweet ache of being loved, but the evidence of being used. Violated. How many other omegas had they done this to? How many had trusted them the way I did before they disappeared forever?
Jessica, Maria, Lisa. Their names cycle through my mind like a funeral dirge. Had they felt safe too, right before the end? Had they thought they’d found protectors instead of predators?
I stumble toward the guest room, my naked body suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable instead of free. My hands shake as I grab my cleaning uniform from the dresser, pulling the clothes on with clumsy fingers.
I have to get out of here. Now. Before they wake up and realize I know the truth.
The hallway stretches endlessly as I tiptoe toward the front door, every creak of the floorboards sounding like gunshots in the silence. What if they hear me? What if they wake up and find me trying to leave?
What do they do to omegas who try to run?
I reach the grand foyer, my bare feet silent on the cold marble. Any second, I expect to hear footsteps behind me, three angry alphas demanding to know where I’m going.
But the house remains silent around me, just the soft tick of an antique clock in the hallway. I force myself to move normally toward the front door, fighting every instinct that screams at me to run.
The morning air hits my face like a slap, cold and sharp and real. I can see the security booth near the gate, but it appears empty—probably a shift change, or maybe the guard stepped away. The security gate opens automatically as I approach, sensors detecting my movement. I slip through quickly, not wanting to linger near the property any longer than necessary, praying no one saw me leave.
Traffic is already building despite the early hour, the city waking up around me while my world falls apart.
Where can I go?
The question hits me with cold dread. My apartment—but Roman could find me there easily if he’s still looking for me. And worse, Griffin, Nolan, and Declan also know where I live.
Becca—but she’s hours away, and I can’t drag her into this. What if they go after her too?
Family—the thought is laughable. My mother made her choice years ago. She’d probably hand me back to them herself if she thought it would benefit her somehow.
I consider taking the bus—it’s what I always do, what I can afford—but it’ll take too long. They could wake up any minute, could come looking for me. A taxi will eat through what little money I have, but I don’t have a choice.
I flag down a taxi with shaking hands, giving the driver my address in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own. As Cleveland blurs past the windows, I try to think, to plan, to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to survive this.
I trusted them.
The thought keeps circling back, a knife twisting in my chest. I’d let myself believe in fairytales, in the possibility of alphas who were different. Who saw me as more than a conquest or a possession.
But alphas are all the same underneath. Roman taught me that lesson once, and now Griffin, Nolan, and Declan have driven it home with devastating clarity.
The taxi pulls up outside my building, and I hand over what little cash I have with numb fingers. The driver gives me a concerned look—probably because I look like hell—but I’m already scrambling out of the backseat.
My tiny apartment feels like a stranger’s home as I burst through the door. Everything looks the same—my secondhand furniture, my small kitchen, my carefully organized life—but it all feels foreign now. Tainted by the knowledge of what I’ve lost, what I never really had to begin with.
I drag my old suitcase from the closet, throwing clothes into it with desperate efficiency. I don’t have much—two years of hiding taught me to live light—but even packing this little feels like too much time, too much exposure.
My phone buzzes. My heart stops.
Griffin.
I decline the call without reading the message preview, my hands shaking so badly I nearly drop the phone. It immediately starts ringing again.
Nolan.
Decline.
Declan.
Decline.
They know I’m gone. They know I know. How long before they show up here? How long before I end up like Jessica, Maria, and Lisa?
I try calling Becca with shaking fingers, but it goes straight to voicemail. She’s probably at work, probably can’t take personal calls. I hang up without leaving a message—what would I even say? Help me, I’ve been incredibly stupid and now I need to disappear again?
My phone buzzes with a text from Griffin: Kit, where are you? We’re worried.
The concern in those words might have fooled me yesterday. Now they just sound like the manipulative lies they are.
Another buzz: Please call us. We just want to make sure you’re safe.
Safe. The irony would be funny if it weren’t so terrifying.
Before I can lose my nerve, before I can talk myself out of it, I scroll to another contact.
Mom.
It rings once. Twice. What if she doesn’t answer? What if she sees my number and decides I’m not worth her time?
“Katherine?” Her voice is sharp with surprise and something that might be concern. “What’s wrong?”
The sound of my real name, spoken with genuine worry instead of disappointment, breaks something inside me. Tears that I’ve been holding back start falling, hot and fast and unstoppable.
“Mom,” I gasp, my voice breaking on the word. “I need your help.”
Silence stretches between us, and for a horrible moment I think she’s going to hang up. Tell me I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. Remind me that I chose to cut ties with the family.
“Where are you?” she asks instead, and her voice is gentler than I’ve heard it in years. “Tell me what happened.”
“I... I have nowhere to go, Mom.” The words tear out of me like a confession. “I’m in trouble, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Give me your address,” she says immediately. “I’ll send someone to come get you right now.”
I rattle off my apartment details through my tears, hardly believing this is happening. That after everything, my mother is the one offering to save me.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she says firmly. “Don’t talk to anyone. I’ll send someone as soon as I can.”
The line goes dead, leaving me alone with my tears and my suitcase and the terrible knowledge that everything I thought I’d found was a lie.
My phone buzzes again. Griffin: Kit, please. You’re scaring us. Just tell us you’re okay.
I turn the phone off and sink to the floor of my tiny apartment, surrounded by the wreckage of my carefully rebuilt life.
How could I have been so wrong about them?
But even as I ask the question, I know the answer. Because I wanted to believe. Because after Roman, after my mother’s betrayal, after two years of emptiness, I was desperate for someone to see me as worth protecting.
And predators are very good at giving people exactly what they think they want.
The worst part? Even knowing what I know now, part of me still aches for them. Still remembers the gentle way Griffin touched my face, the protective fury in Nolan’s eyes, the playful warmth of Declan’s smile.
But that was all fake. It had to be.
Outside my window, Cleveland goes about its morning routine, oblivious to the fact that my world has just ended for the second time.
All I can do now is wait for whoever my mother sends and hope that this time, she won’t let me down.
Chapter Thirty-Five
ROMAN
Two years. Two goddamn years Katherine has been hiding from me like some frightened little mouse. But the hunt is finally over.
I stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my Cleveland hotel suite, watching the city sprawl beneath me like a conquered territory. Somewhere out there, my omega is running scared, probably thinking she’s so clever for evading me this long. The thought makes my lips curve into a smile that has nothing to do with warmth.
