Broken Angel: The Complete Collection: A Dark Omegaverse Romance

by Penelope Woods

  He does not want to admit it, but Ruby was everything to him. His confidant. His leader. His partner.

  They spent years getting to this moment. And for what?

  Confused and alone, he didn’t anticipate the loss that comes with her silence. Everything is wrong. Imbalanced. Broken.

  “Cunts,” he curses.

  He reaches into his pocket and feels the dense pack of cards. Shuffling through them blindly, he pulls out the one that feels best against his fingertips.

  When he looks at the image, he winces.

  The fool’s card. So obvious, yet it’s what he pulled.

  Ignoring the pick, he tries his luck a second time. On this occasion, the card reveals the image of the hermit. This card satisfies him. Although, he wonders if he is giving the symbols a correct reading.

  “What am I doing?” he asks himself. “It’s a silly children’s game.”

  He pockets the deck and moves on, toward Rae’s room. When he enters, the area is spotless. He can’t find a speck of blood.

  “I expected too little from her,” he whispers. “Thought I could keep her docile without raping the little tart. I should have held her head before taking her. I was too weak. I have one hope left…”

  Why had he agreed to let her roam unchained? He will never allow a mistake like this to happen again.

  His eyes travel from the window, down to the bed, where the guards found Ruby’s twitching limbs struggling against the rolled carpet that tucked her in smug. It disgusts him to think of the ruling class as mortal as insects, easily killed by pathetic omegas, but the way Ruby’s eyes gaped open at him on the operating table drove the point home.

  “Damn it all,” he curses.

  As his lack of power becomes more and more apparent, a violent torrent of emotions control his next movements. He grabs the windowsill and lunges forward, shattering the ledge. He tears down the curtains hanging over the bed, roaring.

  He is losing. Losing the war he thought he already won.

  Kicking his heel against the wooden wardrobe, he shatters the carved animal faces. The energy dwindles from his belly, and his spine droops forward like an old flower stem.

  Breathless, he wheezes, clinging to the broken drywall. “I can’t stand myself,” he mutters.

  He slides to the floor and weeps, but no tears truly fall. Defunct, alone, and absolutely pathetic, he crawls underneath the bed to find the comfort of darkness.

  Power is not worth the effort if he has to keep playing the same games throughout time. For the first time, he feels ready to give up.

  No one will come to his aid. No one will defend his right to power. Even the guards, as loyal as they have been to the New Republic, would leave him, given the chance.

  No, he hasn’t been the leader he thought he’d be. Worst of all, a worthless little trollop outsmarted him. It went against everything he thought to be true.

  But as he sheds the last of his frustrated tears, he turns his head to see a silver brush. Fingers wrapping around the icy handle, he brings near to him.

  Gazing into the reflection, he recoils when he sees what’s behind him, that dreaded blackbird Rae killed days ago. It is without a head.

  After calming down, he turns to get a better look.

  And then it hits him. “Virgil,” he whispers.

  Struck by the sudden revelation’s heaviness, he collapses, heart pumping painfully. He runs through the tower hallways, jumping down the staircase to the basement, finally reaching Virgil’s place of residence, where the old swine works in silence.

  He does not wait long before kicking the door in with the round of his shoulder.

  The room is empty, but on Virgil’s work desk is a single card. It is the Hanged Man.

  Chapter Nine

  “Virgil, I’m tired,” Rae moans, holding onto Killian’s back.

  Killian laughs and reaches up behind to get a better grip.

  “I’ve carried you for three miles. What do I get in return?”

  “Anything you ask for and more,” she says, kissing his neck.

  Admittedly, none of them expected to work this hard. But as the hours pass, the rising tide of the water starts to rise over their calves. It’s getting harder and harder to walk.

  Virgil appears to be enjoying this. “We’re almost there,“ he says. “It’s just another few hundred feet before we dip underneath.”

  The old man pauses to quench his thirst with a leather pouch of water.

  Killian freezes and eyes the black liquid. “How far do we have to swim?”

  “A mile or so. If you want to rest here, you should,” Virgil says.

  Hesitant to decide, the alphas eye each other. They are beat, and the thought of spending quality time with their omega is like heaven.

  There’s a small patch of land. They can wait to exit the cave. It’s time to rest.

  Without a word, Rae lowers herself from Killian’s shoulders, ass dragging against his crotch. He huffs in her lingering scent, turning erect.

  Fucking warm. Fucking jolting. Why does she have to be so goddamn electrifying?

  She turns her cheek, parting her lips like a blooming flower. Grinning, Killian pays no attention to Virgil’s dark silhouette off to the distance.

  Sinking into Rae’s body, he coils his fingers around her jaw and slips his thumb into her mouth, curling deep into her throat. They’ve spent a lifetime without each other, and they have a journey to finish.

  But that journey can wait.

  “Time alone,” Virgil says. “Yes, I suppose I should give you what you need. I’ll find a place to sleep.”

  Lucas grins, leaning against the rocky wall. Rae’s eyes meet his as she rolls her lips over Killian’s impeccable muscles.

  “I think you better do that, chief,” Lucas says. “We have some catching up to do.”

  Killian lowers his eyelids, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing with intense longing. Cupping the back of her head, he threads his fingers into her wavy hair. Another inhale fills his body with her goodness.

  They bond for a moment. Just enough time to drive him crazy. His lips, nearing hers, open.

  “What have they made of you, Precious?” he asks.

  A tear rolls from her eye, and Killian feels the pain swell in his own throat as he bears witness to her sadness. “They made me something I’m not. An icon. A martyr.”

  He tastes her moist lips. “You’re a survivor,” Killian affirms.

  “I never asked for any of this. I’m all alone up there,” she says.

  Killian braces and hoists Rae into his arms. She lets out a rushed cry that catches short. Tightening his grip around her, he tears the front of her cloak open until her luscious tits are visible again. His heart pounds, and the lust inside him builds, flowing straight into his cock.

  “All of this was our fault,” he says. “Can you ever forgive us?”

  Rae gazes into his eyes, as forgiving as a believer. “Stop talking,” she says. “Take me.”

  Lucas slides around her side, kissing the back of her spine, while slowly tearing what is left of her cloak. As soon as her hips and ass spill from the fabric, he drops, tonguing her curves.

  Vash appears behind the two, eyes dark and lonely. He walks forward, brushing her hair slowly, eventually nuzzling her cheek. “Promise us,” he says. “Promise you’ll love us until the end of time.”

  A tear falls from his strained eyes, but he does not look away.

  Rae’s eyes flash open. “I love you,” she says. “I love all three of you.”

  Always. Forever.

  This love will never die.

  Vash lowers his lips, gliding his hand over the rough and sweet mound between her legs, the place that holds the wonders of the world.

  A place waiting to be discovered once more.

  “Mmm,” Killian moans, cock growing against her back.

  It is her time to feel it, to take every fucking inch of their pulverizing cocks.

  Rae’s m
outh drops open. Her tongue slithers out, connecting with Vash’s own. She breathes him in, gasping with delight as the rest of the men take her under their care and control.

  Once more, she feels electrified and free.

  “You’re wet,” Vash whispers against another kiss.

  Lucas opens his mouth to take her mound in, and indeed, she is dripping like an oil reservoir.

  “I have missed you all so much,” she cries.

  Killian tightens his grip around her throat, grinning as her mouth opens, enjoying their touch. Her ribcage expands, and he lets go, cupping his palms around her breasts.

  Another rush of energy comes through her, and she wipes any tears that still remain.

  “Do not cry,” Killian says. “Only beg.”

  Rae closes her eyes, forcing his hands into a tight squeeze. Safe and protected, she lets go, something she almost forgot how to do.

  “She’s feral,” Vash says, grinning.

  “A wild animal, waiting to be hunted,” Lucas adds with a brittle kiss against her flower-petal lips.

  The three men stare at her with long adoration. Their hungered stances offer her no more condolences. She knows the score.

  “Punish me for leaving you,” she says.

  “What?” Killian asks, stunned by her request.

  “Punish,” she says, kicking her heel out. “That’s an order.”

  Killian bites his lip and growls. “Does my slut need a spanking?”

  Rae’s eyes burn out like a used candle. “Please,” she begs.

  Lucas chuckles with amusement. His hand meets Vash’s in the center of her legs. And when Killian steps behind her, she knows exactly what’s in store.

  One spanking brings redness. Two, a rising print on top of burning flesh. The third allows her to let go.

  But the fourth is when the fun kicks in.

  Pain turns to numbness. Numbness turns to pleasure. A craving drives her into Vash’s fingers, and Lucas wastes no saliva to allow him to dig deeper.

  Massaging her clit with his thumb, Vash leans over her body. He breathes with her, arching the other fingers against her spot.

  Mouth agape, she tilts her head back, breath outpacing his. Her entire world starts to spin, and then she truly lets go.

  All that’s left is a tight whimper of satisfaction. “Make me yours,” she stutters.

  They find their rhythm again, and all of the old emotions become new again.

  “A prim and proper princess. Tight little cunt for the taking,” Lucas hisses.

  Rae gasps as Vash squeezes her cheeks, forcing her mouth closed. “Is this what you want?” he asks.

  Her nods are quick and demanding. “More,” she attempts to say.

  Vash smacks her cheek, and Killian forces her head back by her hair.

  “We are more wicked than you remember,” Vash says.

  But it’s not true. The prisons broke their spirit. They just want to love her. They just want a world without pain.

  But that does not exist.

  Rae shivers with pleasure as Vash’s fingers hook inside her. Every time she comes close to losing complete control, he stops his movements. As he teases her, her voice carries through the cavernous tunnel.

  But he can’t tease this out forever, and Rae can feel her body grow rigid and demanding. Every nerve inside her stretches past its limit, and the alphas know it.

  She tries to resist it, the pleasure that comes with ache, but they all begin taking turns. It’s not long before Killian tears his pants down, revealing his hard and thick shaft, balls rising, compact. He drives his cock down her throat, crown heavy and bulbous against her uvula.

  All the training they gave her years ago remains intact. She does not gag when she feels his release of salty pre-cum. When he drives deeper, straining her esophagus, she does not pull her head back. Obedient, she keeps her throat open for him.

  She would do anything for them.

  “Oh yeah,” Killian moans before releasing. “She is the perfect slut for .”

  Rae’s knees buckle, but Vash holds her steady. Gasping, she tries to break free from his hands, but all three coil around her.

  A bolt of electricity rushes down her spine, sparking between her legs. She bites and kicks, knowing it’s too late. “I’m coming,” she whispers. “Fucking coming.”

  She loses control. Legs falling like wilted flower stems, her heels arch against Vash’s hips for support. Deep emotions sink through, unable to be fought down.

  The alphas have their way.

  Killian props her up, prying her mouth open, astonished by the volume of her cries.

  “Please,” she gasps, losing the last of her dignity. “It’s too much.”

  The alphas chuckle. As if they’d ever let up. It is not in their nature. The more she protests, the more they demand.

  Killian clasps his palm around her mouth. “Keep quiet,” he says.

  She writhes against their prying and toying hands. Every inch of her, analyzed and consumed. Her mouth is used, pussy teased to the finality of unsteady vibration.

  Another orgasm takes her by surprise.

  Killian mounts her back, keeping her legs open with his calf. Her pussy is a trickling stream waiting for his entrance.

  A sly grin forms across Killian’s bearded, gruff mouth. Hunched above her with madness in his eyes, he appears wicked and pure all at once. “I’ve missed seeding this hole.”

  “Come inside me,” she begs, body hot.

  He jerks his hips back, gaining footing, and he drives his uncut cock past her lips.

  The others watch with feverish desire.

  “Take her,” Vash growls.

  Leaning, Lucas eases his wrist back and lets out a relaxed groan. “I need her.”

  Rae feels the swell of Killian’s cock fill her to the brim. As he cuts his hips back against the humid air, she feels him prepare to go in deeper.

  “Yes,” she grunts, eyes closing. “Killian, yes.”

  Killian carries her arms through his, pumping. Bringing his desire into her dripping pussy. “Alphas, join me,” he says.

  Lucas ducks to the side of Killian, kissing the tops of her feet while massaging his thumb against her tightened backside.

  Rae flinches, barely catching her breath. A swift pain rises into her chest, but she remembers to focus on her breathing.

  He slides into her ass, one whispering love into her ears. A deep emotional pain that turns into glazed satisfaction.

  “Don’t stop,” she says.

  Lucas tilts his head back. A devious smile cuts across his face. His teeth snap into a harsh bite. “I’ll die if I ever lose you again. You know that, right?” he asks.

  She bites her lip, dropping her head. “Oh, fuck.”

  Vash is last, but he is not the least of the bunch. He reaches behind her skull, digging his fingers into her scalp. He forces her to look him in the eyes.

  “I’m your trophy,” she pants, tongue rolling out like a red velvet carpet.

  “No,” he says. “I am yours.”

  Vash takes her. Makes her sure to never forget his image. And the three feel like one single entity.

  Every cavity used. No parts spared.

  As their cocks stretch and mold her holes to resemble open wounds, she finds her heaven.

  It is above everything.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t—”

  Orgasm has erased her.

  Every part of her sanity, torn to bits. Coming. Fucking coming until the pleasure floats away like leaves from a molting tree.

  “Give me your seed, alphas,” she purrs, stoically. “Knot me like you mean it.”

  Every thrust, desired. Every pump, meaningful.

  The seed is the binding force of the omegaverse. The knot holds it together, allowing for the only perfect union this world has to offer.

  As the alphas’ muscles tighten as a collective unit, Rae feels their cocks expand. A slow and coarse rumble pulses inside her pussy.

>   “Oh, fuck, honey,” Killian mutters, feet stomping back.

  Vash’s head lurches forward, bowing against the ultimate might of orgasm, the only god they seem to worship.

  “It’s coming. So much seed,” Vash moans.

  Lucas bites his lip before falling under her spell. “Open and receive us, Precious…”

  Lost in a heavy trance, they give her all they’ve stored, hot seed coating her walls. Her pussy invites every burst of white and viscous fluid.

  Lovingly open, she feels their cocks open and latch inside her. Painful, only at first. But as she accepts them, she feels the bind of her love carry her away.

  The alphas buck and roar, knots perverted, connecting into a triple helix, latching when they find her core. For the first time, their minds connect on the deepest level imaginable. They become one entity, the alpha-omega.

  She hasn’t felt such strength before. She can picture her destiny, even reach out and touch it. Everything seems easier. All she has to do is trust in them.

  Someday, the world will be theirs to take. And when they do, they will mend it.

  Rae opens her eyes as the alphas stagger back, cocks dripping in their hands. “Fuck,” she groans. “What just happened?”

  Killian swallows and nearly collapses against the wall. “I’m not sure,” he stutters, breathless.

  “We are connected,” Vash says. “Throughout this life and the next.”

  Beads of sweat roll down Vash’s face. He appears confused, and an apology soon comes. “I’m sorry for leaving you. All of you. At the time, I thought it was the right thing to do. Now, I’m not so sure.”

  “Stop,” Rae says. “Everything aligned for us to meet again. It does not matter anymore.”

  Lucas bends to kiss her stomach and caress her hips. “She’s right, Vash. We found each other.”

  Killian sits against the rocks, lowering his feet into the salty water below. Breathing in deeply, he looks perplexed.

  “Killian, what is it?” she asks him.

  The husky alpha shakes his head, combing his fingers through his long strands of hair. “When we owned you, we disregarded what we had. We thought we had all the answers,” he says. “But now, as I sit underneath this earth, I feel the weight of the world’s hurt and affectations take over my heart. I just want to love, but I am in a constant state of suffering.”