Omegaverse Quotes

If my feelings for you haven’t changed after reading that Bella and Alice alphaverse fan fiction, I’m pretty sure we’re golden.” “It’s called omegaverse—and you said it was good!” “I said it was hot,” he corrects me. The blue slice darkens. “Actually, you should read it to me again. Now.

I should have stopped sooner, before our lips had ever touched. But now I knew her sweetness, and every part of my being yearned for more.

I was safe here, and in spite of the weakness they’d seen from me last night, I was accepted.

If you have a lover, I’m sure he would not wish to hear how you moan for me, how you plead for my cock, how you rotate those hips to keep me inside you, how your slick begins to drip just hearing me unbuckling my pants.” Her shoulders stiffened, her chest rising rapidly as he stood over her. “If you have a lover, I can assure you, he will no longer satisfy you. Not like I do.

Then I will respect only those wishes you make in daylight,” I tell her. “You have my word.

Good girl. Touch me. Find what you want.

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

We’re not born with fears. Fear comes because we learn it. Because something forced it into us and taught our minds it wasn’t safe, even if we’re not fully conscious of it. There are no silly fears.

Initially there were only the two of us, Anne would be the omega, which is the submissive member of the pack who generally gets bred by a strong mate, and I would be the alpha, the one in charge who generally does the breeding. We didn’t have a beta and I thought that would be fine enough, as betas are complicated in Omegaverse lore, anyway.

His mouth meets my clit and I’m not lost on the fact that this man will have gone down on me four times today. Forget winning the mega millions, I’ve hit the cunnilingus jackpot.

Owen’s mom is here, and he had no idea. She’s cut two jerseys in half, one for the Foxes and one for the Sharks with Connery on the back.

Life’s too short to live for other people. You don’t want to spend more time doing something that doesn’t make you happy.

Here. Start eating. It’ll be harder for you to insult me when your mouth is full.

To be fair, Hazel forged her body daily at the gym and Juno was deathly allergic to anything that elevated her heart rate.

Do you not like surprises? Or have you not had anyone you trust surprise you?

Feelings weren’t thoughts, and they sure as hell weren’t actions.

I’d been claimed by a monster. A beast I’d yet to see, covered in fur, but as intelligent as any person. Bonded, with no way to escape.

You're not getting rid of me now, Lollipop. I'm the barnacle on the ass of your ship from here on out,

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

He gently ran his nose over the edge of my jaw, inhaling me deeply before pulling back, hovering just over my lips. I wanted to kiss him. And scent him. And make love to him. I hated him so much.

Dess rennon vec lesha ackken ash ren lesha dess, kysm eshar. Fegakke ni laegoy.” Treska checked her own little dictionary and then smiled as she translated. “You may look upon me as I look upon you, little bird. I am not shy.

Ben’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Josie, I hope you know how special we think you are, and we hope you choose us.” “We know you don’t really know us yet,” Theo added, “But we would love to get to know you more and would be honored if you chose us as your pack.” “We promise to protect and care for you,” Cam added.

Why didn't you come to me last night?” she whispered. The question took him by surprise and he wasn't prepared to provide her with an answer while he was caught by the sapphire of her eyes. She lifted a finger to his face, and every muscle in him relaxed as she traced it over his cheek. It was as though his body was reminded of when she had healed him—that perfect moment when her eyes came back to him and after he had shared the memory of his weakest moment. “It's not enough,” she mumbled. “The time that you spend with me isn't enough, Malloron. I feel…” Her palm pressed against his cheek and Malloron didn't need to wait for her to continue, he could feel it in the bond. He simply drew her into his arms. The moment their bodies touched, the bond trembled inside his chest, stirring deep within him, a strange hope blooming. He pulled her against him and began to purr for her, his deep satisfaction of touching and holding her saturating every single vibration that rocked through his chest.

She settled with her feet tucked under her, watching the Alpha across the room as he paced and watched her, rumbling growls coming from him and a vicious snarl on his face. His black eyes were beautiful. They were like ink affected by magic—shiny, deep and bottomless—and they looked at her with a fierce desire that sent goosebumps over her whole body. Other Alphas were in the room, but she only watched him. Although the other men were also unbonded Alphas, her golden sight showed her the one with the most potential for breeding.

Lyall wanted Tristan’s kisses and his body and to have him close enough his scent would permeate rooms and make him smile when he walked into them. But he didn’t want it more than he wanted Tristan’s words, rushed in a voice messages and often too formal in emails, and in perfectly composed lectures full of masterful analogies. And not just for him, but for other people who needed to hear they didn’t have to be trapped by the vicissitudes of chance, that their bodies could be coaxed into allowing them enough freedom to find happiness—for without freedom there was no happiness possible. The distance would be harder, but it did not mean more than their closeness.

You never stopped being family to me! And I never stopped loving you. I simply buried it deeper and deeper so no one was aware.

We have to work to make our best life out of the broken pieces of ourselves and the world around us, and that’s all we can ever do.” “And if that life we make is against the rules?” “Even better.” Caleb grinned sharply. Kerry’s heart rose in his chest with something like hope for the first time in a terribly long time. “Do you believe that?” “I live it.

I’ve always considered myself straight, and now it seems kinda silly to have to put a label on what you’re into. I'm into Gus, and I want to explore more of what that looks like.

Did you know Elise uses chocolate chip scented bath products?" "Stellan rolled his head over the side as disbelief rocked through him. "What?" "You know, like shampoo and conditioner and body wash and stuff. she was afraid she'd forget what you smelled like. she was afraid of losing you in more ways than one.

We always pay for the sins of our past—remember that.

I mean, what is ‘normal’ anyway? It’s just a societal construct that we all choose to live under to avoid social friction.

You know Elyse Taylor’s work?” Luke stepped up beside me. “I’m a fan. We have a couple of other pieces, along with the one at the studio.” I flushed hot, suddenly wishing I had more than a bra on under my hoodie so I could take it off. “I do know her work,” I said. “Very well. I can’t believe you have so many of her pieces. It’s…” There were no words for it. And I couldn’t lie to them if we were really doing this, so I finally looked at Luke. “Thank you.” The confusion crossed his face. “Thank you—” his eyes went wide. “Really?” It wasn’t incredulous, it was awed. I nodded. “What did I just miss?” Rylan asked, looking between us. Fidgeting with the cuffs on my hoodie, I looked at the painting again, and then back at Rylan. “I’m Elyse Taylor. Or rather, that’s the name I sell my art under.

Rule number one of hockey: don’t fuck with the goalie. And it’s nice to know this new team has my back. I’m back on my skates when Alexi palms the back of my helmet with his gloved hand.

You’re making me sound like a cheese tyrant.

I’m lifting, listening to Captain Hook by Megan Thee Stallion, when there’s a hulking presence behind me.

He’s a sneaky Alpha,

Rule number two of hockey: keep your head in the game, and don’t think about how fucking hot the team captain is.

If you think you’ll be less involved because you’re a Beta, or that I want you less, you couldn’t be more wrong.” There was a glint in his eyes which told me he hadn’t thought that, but at the same time he was grateful for the confirmation. “Good.” He leaned closer so I was the only one who could hear him. “Because I plan on making you come so hard on my tongue you’ll see stars in the middle of the day.

It’s one thing to hear that omegas love a good knotting, but… you should probably do a little personal research. I’m sure we can all recommend her some quality content, yeah, ladies?” Which is how I ended up spending my afternoon watching porn with a group of betas.

Red gave a jerky nod.

Red got up from his seed, his heart pounding.

Your blankets may be old but your heart is made of gold.

I guess she was going for the pretty princess, underground rave, fuckfest aesthetic.

For so long, I was Arden. Widower. Childless mother. So burdened by my despair that I couldn’t separate myself from the grief-stricken identity that was holding me back. But now… Now, I’m shedding the cloak of the woman I used to be and slowly discovering the woman I’m becoming. Neither is wrong. Just different. And it’s up to me where I go from here.

He sighed, staying crouched down. “Sweet omega, you are a gift. Those alphas don’t deserve you. You deserve a pack that will worship the ground you walk on and gives you whatever you want and need. Do you understand?

FBI is on their way. Shit, Eve, I told you to try and keep her alive!" Rory snarled, glaring at the bodies over my shoulder. "Rory, she was very annoying," I said, turning away from his glare and sinking down to the floor to help Adam pull Jamie away from the chair and the pooling blood.

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

Come on, I’ll pour you some special Omega tea. It’s made with oppression and tears.

There was a difference between having everything and only having things. Life was so much more than possessions and situations.

Every request I made was an opportunity for it to be held against me in the future. It was safer to have no needs. To demand nothing. Then people couldn’t accuse me of being a burden.

Nautilus? It has some nice symbolism. The perfect precision and geometry, the way it wastes nothing in its growth but also continues to grow no matter what. Some people consider it a symbol of perfection and beauty, too.

I was fine. But that’s what it was. Most days I was fine. Just coasting along and living. But there were few lows, and even fewer highs. Amazing how you missed the roller coaster once you realized the road you were on was flat.

your flaws are boulders in a river. It’s up to you whether you let them sink your boat.

Anyone who thought social media management was easy, was insane. It was a constant game of algorithms, trends, and posting at just the right time.

Okay, baby girl, there are a lot of twisted thoughts running through your head right now. I know you’re probably not going to believe me, but I’ll say it, anyway. I will never reject you. I will never stop loving you. You are stuck with me, with all of us.

Knuckles knock against a door in my chest, the Other Tamsin waiting to be let in, wearing a wide inhuman grin.

I looked over his shoulder at Jace. “A massage?” He winked. “With hair pulling, happy ending, and everything.” I flushed, and he laughed. “I’m in the mood for some blueberry pancakes.

I’m yours and you’re mine and this is our big ass bathtub,

Tragedy doesn’t have to define you, but it sure as hell reforms you. And guess what? That’s okay. Life is all about choices and how we deal with change. The real struggle is how much we’re willing to allow the hardships to influence the ways in which we move forward.

So fucking vulnerable it made me want to scream.

I wish you could see yourself like I do right now. You are an angel.” His voice was a reverent whisper.

Everything in me screamed to pull my mate into the house and lock the door behind her, leaving her parents on the front porch. And then it could start pouring down rain. With lightning. A little electrocution of your enemies never hurt anyone.

I was so fucking exhausted of being scared and jumpy all the time. Omegas needed touch to survive, but I could hardly tolerate even the slightest physical contact anymore.

We’ll need to be careful and take things slow if she’s scared of alphas,” Theo said, a deep sadness permeating his voice.  I would find out who had hurt her and end them. My alpha was feeling bloodthirsty and wanted revenge for our mate.

You’re our mate,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “We’ll do anything for you and want you here more than anything. I’m so fucking grateful we were asked to do the interview because I would murder any other pack that got close to you.

I almost shouted, frantically looking around the room as if a How to Stop Fucking Things Up and Upsetting Your Omega You Dipshit manual would appear.

You have to learn to share,” Ben said, his tone adorably sleepy. “I think fucking not,” Cam murmured into my ear.

Like Isolde was a dragon egg at the center of our hoard. Which she was. The most precious thing imaginable.

It's as if she's burrowed under my skin and entered my bloodstream. As if my heart is beating to the rhythm of her name and her name only.

Can I see you again, baby girl?

There is an incomprehensible scuffle. Planking creaks and groans as men shift around me. When I next look up, Thrain Mordsson stands guard in front of me, one deadly sharp axe brandished. Aedan is standing with his hands open and empty, the sharp edge of the axe wedged under his chin. He’s holding his head up, barely breathing as the thin slice of metal presses into his throat.

It felt like salvation and tasted like forever.

Lola might be his bondmate, but I was his omega, his friend, his family.

His dark brown skin was smooth, despite the dust covering him, and indicated his lineage hailed from a southern land far from the shores of Jatera. It was apparent from his broad shoulders, massive build, and powerful scent—that of cinnamon—that he was an alfan.

Alta females lost most equality rights as their numbers dwindled. Now, they're bred and exist for the male's pleasure. It’s considered our right to take as needed.

It's up to you, the Earth-altered females and now Omega Mothers, to infiltrate the trilota head station with your mates and gain control of the trilota satellites, shutting them down permanently. Only Alpha and Omega mates can do this due to their bond, which was part of the trilota's integration and safeguards on the surface of Alta. It's everyone's only hope." There's

Whatever you’re feeling now, trust me when I say that I’m feeling it a thousand times over.

They wolfed wolfly in the wolf den.

Her fingers at the nape of my neck tightened at the first touch of my lips against hers. It was the end of the world and the start of my life all in one devastating instant.

You can’t make me think I ate people and then finger bang me!

I switch off the radio, hoping that will somehow make the gas last longer.

He doesn't know how lucky he is that I didn't come sooner to obliterate him until he was chunks of meat ground into the floor. It's only because I'm the bigger man and carry actual respect for pack hierarchy. You don't deserve disrespect, not when you're one of the most caring, intelligent, brave Omegas in the pack." He reached out tentatively to touch my cheek where tears had dampened it. His fingers were warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "If he does a damn thing…Aria, I won't let him touch you again. We'll figure it out, okay? This isn't permanent." Without thinking about it, I leaned into him, seeking solace in his strength. He pulled me up to my feet, straightening me as I wobbled a bit. Unable to meet his concerned gaze, I swore under my breath. "Ugh, I'm a mess. I'm sorry. I just need a second." "Shh, it's no problem. You take your time. Don't worry about it or me." He wrapped his arms around me gently, pulling me close until we were chest-to-chest. I numbly wrapped my arms around his slightly squishy waist and nuzzled into him. The scent of his cologne wafted up, mingling with the earthy undertones of his natural musk. Each breath seemed like coming home. His scent was intoxicating, making my head spin with safety, comfort, joy. My nose filled with him. I had smelled him a million times, this was nothing new. But now? Something inside me unclenched, while at the same time, my cells twisted with a new emotion. Something deeper, darker, primal. An urge that unlocked inside me, twisting a sense of familiarity into something so much more. From hot tears to a cellular connection that quaked all the way down to the tips of my toes. My fingers spasmed around him. My mouth both dry and salivating as the same time. Was I losing my mind? Had I finally hit a mental breakdown?

help

I want to picnic between your thighs My breath, the wind, your taste, the feast I’ll dance my fingers across your skin And open your basket with my teeth With my tongue, I’ll catch every drop as you melt I’ll drink Intoxicated Inebriated Drunk on the one I hold dear Meggie, omega, may I? May I, omega, please?

I might’ve been safe. I definitely wasn’t okay.

Because each of us knows what it’s like to go through something alone, and desperately need someone to be there with you. Especially if someone is going to judge you. The fear climbs up your spine and your throat and it feels like your lungs are so full of rocks you can’t take a full breath. “And all you want is someone to stand in that space with you.

Oy!” Ivar’s boots creak across the deck towards us. “None of that! Thrain, release him. Lord Aedan, her dresses are in the hold, take her down there to change.

There were tattoos and I couldn’t even focus on what they were cause my brain was screaming abs! Shoulders! Forearms!

Toppings?” I called. “You. On me.

She is both things. The terrifying goddess and the uncertain, frightened girl. How can a woman manage to be both? How does she manage it in her head?

Oh. Eve was…Eve was crazy. Possibly even feral. Of course she’s feral. She’s an alpha hitwoman.

She hurts me now as a girl who hurts the boy she lead on with smiles and kisses. I will hurt her as a conqueror might.

Max Connery is my scent match. His eucalyptus and pine scent was like getting smacked in the face. As soon as I scented him, I felt it.

Baby girl.” Oz slides my crispy bacon egg sandwich across the counter. “Let your daddies take care of you. You just focus on handling our balls in the pool.

She smells like the universe. Like every good thing I could never understand or bother with before, like I saved it all up and tucked it away, so when I found her, I could enjoy them, only because I now have her to enjoy it with. She smells like my life and my death, because nothing exists without her. I understand now, brother, why you've been unbearable all year. Had I scented her and lost her, I'd have lost myself too.

Baby girl, daddy’s home now.” He again slides my breakfast plate to me. “Let daddy handle the bills and you just keep things nice and wet for him in the yard.

Finis vitae sed non amoris.

If I cannot taste you with my tongue, I’ll caress you with my words. If I cannot hear you moan my name, I’ll write your name on every surface of my life. You are to me the moon that calls the tide, The release after the passion of a climax long held off. You are every thought and every hope I dare to dream.

deep, ocean-blue eyes. There's a galaxy behind those glassy, glowing iris.

Uh-oh, Blossom” I whispered against her ear. “You’ve got me trapped inside this tight, perfect ass. I won’t be leaving. Ever.