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Your Omegas Are Mine [A Soulmate Omegaverse Reverse Harem]

Crushed by a bus, Quinn should be dead. But she’d woken up in the body of a fictional character— the antagonist in an R21 Boys Love fantasy novel featuring vampires, shifters and fairies; a villainess that had been killed by the main characters. Quinn knew that she should stay out of their path. That the only way for her to live was to survive in the wastelands—a feat that was not difficult with her newfound ability to cast spells and purchase items from her past. 3 years later and the people come to realise that Omega men could not survive without an Alpha mate; that children were now no longer born; and too many females had been killed in the war between Alphas and Omegas. Quinn should be exempted from the Mating Laws. Nobody cared for a Beta—a human-like Alpha that could never satisfy an Omega. Still, they kidnapped her; made her serve the men in their stupid school of magic. But in the elite halls of Azarius, she found the princes of the uprising, the seven overpowered men that had murdered Euodia in cold blood. Her soulmates. And as much as they hated her, they needed her to survive.

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End of Chapter 25

"Fuck you?" Quinn snorted. "Hell no. Look for the record. You were the one who jumped me because you were starving. I didn't want you. I even told you that you'd regret it."

"I-What?" Helios seemed to grow pale, lips parted. "You're lying."

"You know I'm telling the truth." She gave him a look. "It was raining. Gods know why you were flying in those parts. Lightning struck you, and you fell from the sky and crashed into me. I brought you to safety, a cave. You woke insisting you needed nourishment. We…" Quinn grew flushed, cheeks burning but continued before Helios could speak. "You ate me out, then collapsed. I brought you home and made you dinner. Then you started talking about mating, bite marks and locking me up, so I got scared."

"Then you fucked me?" Helios interrupted haughtily. "Of course you did you couldn't resist—"

"God, no, I fed you some herbs. You fell asleep. And I brought you to Solar right after. I didn't touch you inappropriately. You were the one who did all that." Quinn answered with a shrug.

"You drugged me."

"I suppose it was also medicine for your fever," Quinn answered honestly. "And I didn't want a mating mark on my neck or an Omega in Heat."

"I—You're lyi—" he grew pink at her gaze, at the look in her eyes. He swallowed down his words as if they were a bitter pill. He heaved. "Y-you're not."

"No, I'm not." Was it bad that she felt awfully satisfied at the look on his face?

"Fuck."

"The correct response," Quinn said giving him a wide smile, "would be to say thank you."

"I—" His cheeks flushed red, anger and embarrassment roaring in his cheeks. He began to squirm in her lap and seemed to try to leave, feathers fluttering behind him now that his rouse was up. And the sway of his hips only served to dig his growing cock against her belly. "F-fuck you." But she stopped him, fingers dipping to his waist, thumbs resting on the dip from his ass to his thighs.

"You're hungry," Quinn answered for him, a strange calm flooding her body. An amusement that bubbled in her throat. Helios was like a kitten, hissing and spitting but always hungry for milk. "How do you want this? Would you like a kiss?"

"You're such a—" He paused then, falling quiet, sinking into her lap like a pacified cat that had just tasted a treat. "Yes." He glanced up at her then from under his lashes, trembling almost with anticipation as she leaned close to press her lips to his.

She stopped. "Say please."

"Fuck you—"

And her lips were on his, consuming him whole. He was needy then, lips soft—open and inviting, probing. She parted slightly, allowed him to enter her wet heat, chasing for more. Teeth scraping, lips brushing. And they parted with her body warming, pleasure fluttering at her lower belly which Helios seemed to appreciate with a low groan.

"F-fuck, you taste so good."

"More?" She offered and he nodded, a desperate light in his eyes.

This time the kiss was filthy and slow with more tongue. Carnal and slippery, Helios's tongue ploughed into her mouth, moving to taste her deeper. And Quinn whimpered, unable to help herself when his tongue painted the roof of her mouth, tangling with her own, saliva bubbling between them both. And sweat dusted her body as heat grew from within.

When he pulled away to gasp for air, saliva dripped from between them, sticky wet strands that connected swollen lips. Her forehead was on his, the tips of their noses brushing. She felt dizzy then, a rush of something filling her chest, pooling into the chalice of a monster that yearned for physical touch.

And he must taste it on her, must be absorbing her desires with his fingers now on her waist, thumb close to her lower breast, pulling her closer to him. For she could feel his slick soaking through his jeans, sugary in the air as it puddled on her thighs, warm between his legs. She panted against him, and his breath fanned against her cheeks, as sweet as his slick.

As much as he hated her, Helios wanted her more than anything in this world. And she knew that from the brazen look in his eyes, bold and wanting more than just kissing. She could feel him, cock hard and rubbing against her. The mushroom head had long blown like a geyser all over her bell, slippery with heat as his hips gyrated and teased.

Gods, Helios was such a messy, dirty lover, and his bottom half was now completely soaked as if he'd peed himself.

"You're such a bitch," he finished, panting hotly, arms wrapped around her neck like a lover would. Still grinding against her slowly, still spilling. And his face was now all damp and dewy with sweat, pink-tinged all over.

"You've soaked through my clothes," she chuckled. "You've got me all wet."

"It's my clothes," he sniffed, but his cheeks only grew redder, crimson spreading to the tips of his ears. "I can soak them as much as I want. Besides you're wet too!" She supposed he could smell her, saturating her panties with want, and she squeezed her thighs together.

"I didn't pee myself," she giggled, tilted her pelvis to brush against the sensitive shaft, and he shivered, arms wrapping tighter around her body.

"This is not piss!" He hissed, cheeks red, nipped at her bottom lip with a scowl. "Don't fucking tease me."

"Alright," she sighed, cupping his cheeks in her hands to stop him from the bites. He was all dishevelled now, of dusty cheeks the colour of carnations and summer. His curls were matted to his forehead from sweat, and his lips were so red it seemed almost raw. He was warm. Warm, sweet and dripping. "Enough?"

"N-no," he shook his head, fingers clawing against her back, sinking into her skin as if begging for her to stay. His wings curled growing closer, shielding them both from view. "I want w-what we had in the wastelands." He turned his head down, almost shy. "I'd like to try it again."

"Uh, what?"

"I want…" He cleared his throat, cheeks flushed. "T-to eat you out again."

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