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.

Good girl. Touch me. Find what you want.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

Take it, kitten," Drocco muttered, his breath jagged. "Take all of it.

Omegas aren’t built for restraint. We want what we want, and we want it thirty seconds ago.

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.

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.

Seth whispered. “Finally.” “Finally,” Jonah echoed,

On the walk to the car, I was either floating or drowning.

But honestly, some things are just better left boxed up.

And I didn’t stop until I realized my whole hand was inside him.

Preferably nothing,” she said teasingly. “But if clothing is a must, gray sweatpants are always a hit.”  My

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

We’ve come to rescue you.” “I don’t need rescuing. I escaped. I’m rescuing myself.

Being broken was not the end, it was an opportunity to grow. ~ Omega Awakening (The Controllers, Book #0.5)

Stop it," she says. "What? What did I do?" "Looking at me like you want to … I don't know … eat me or something." "But I do want to eat you." "Oh jeez," she says, wilting against the elevator wall. "You have really dirty eyes." "I have an even dirtier mouth," I say, flicking my tongue against my lip ring.

Oh dear,” she says, lowering her drink to the table. “I think a little Omega 101 is in order here.” She eyes us with suspicion. “Can anyone name me some of the things omegas like?” “Cock!” Hardy snaps and Angel kicks him under the table. My sister doesn’t even flinch. She has two older brothers after all. “Anything else? Anything at all?

Phoebe Stormgate was our first love. Phoebe Carsen is our forever love.

Gradually the perimetre collapses now that Alsvithr has been tamed, the Vikings going back to their own preparations. The Alban captains call sarcastically from their side of the courtyard – what’s the body count over there? – and the Vikings call back in good cheer.

Why not? You said it yourself. Tamsin is your ward. You aren’t courting her.” He asks it as though he already knows the answer, as though he just wants to wheedle it out of me. The admittance that I want her with every fibre of my being. I stare up at the stars, wishing sleep would take me so I could stop thinking about this. Even with my rut crushed to naught by the drink, my mind keeps coming back around to her. I mutter the words into my horn as I drain the last drops: “I don’t want to dull the memory of her.” Olaf says nothing. Then he lays a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it in companionable silence. CHAPTER EIGHT THRAIN

Never thought I’d hear those words from Thrain Mordsson,” she says. I stand a little straighter still. “I never thought I’d speak them to a Briton princess. But here we are.” “Yes,” she murmurs wonderingly. “Here we are.

I’m your guardian,” I tell her instead. “It would be best if we did not complicate the relationship.” She affords me a wry smile. “You say that as if it weren’t complicated already.

I push myself up. It must be approaching midnight if I’m getting this mad and desperate and groggy. But it’s such a relief to consider getting out of here and going where the people are. Maybe I could just… just take a look.

Tamsin.” God, the sound of my name in his mouth, the way he makes a wanton sigh of it – “You only asked me for release.” “Well I was an idiot.

I’d never imagined anything could feel the way he did inside of me, and a part of me insisted it was because he was a monster.

It is God that moves my hand,” she says. “Then I would protect you from him.” She scoffs. “You’re an arrogant fool, Thrain Mordsson.” “Perhaps.

You are the ones who came looking for us,” I hiss at him. “Now that you’ve found us, are you regretting that we have mouths and hands that can grasp you as you grasp us?” That growl is building to bestial ferocity in his chest as I hold onto his wrists, fingers digging into his warm skin, displacing the beaded bracelets he wears.

You can’t break me out of the dungeons. Even if you enlist Emrys’s help, the guards watch us day and night.” “I’ll find a way.

He’s a sneaky Alpha,

Yes! Come and let her share in the feast tonight.” My blood runs cold. How can they speak so openly of these things? Then again, judging by their feast nights, they probably don’t have much to hide from one another.

Looking up, I find a wooden cross set high on the far wall of the chapel. The words from countless catechisms press into my mind as though God Himself were reminding me of them. In sorrow shalt thou bring forth children, and thou shalt be under thy husband’s power, and he shall have dominion over thee. Except my husband lies underneath the cross, his innards strewn hither and thither in buckets and pots, because I willed it so.

She lets out a needy whine and leans in to kiss me. Between Thrain and I, she doesn’t take any time at all to shatter. She tries her best to contain her sounds, and afterwards she twists between us, sweaty and panting as she lies on her back to recover. “You’re both terrible,” she protests, though she’s pink and shining now with contentment.

Somewhere along the way, I must’ve let myself nurture some foolish hope. I let myself get lulled by the impression that there was something more between us. That’s why it hurt when she ran. I thought I was being strict and orderly, when in actual fact I started believing she was mine in more ways than just my ward. I started believing she cared for me.

I never wanted to use you,” she insists through a tight throat. “The nights we spent together… I wanted to share myself with you. I wanted to take care of you. That’s how I saw it.

They shout now to recover their pride: “Go back to your cursed men, whore!” “Only the devil would have you anyway!” She yells right back, “When you die I will shit on your graves!

Ivar ignores his elder brother and turns to me. “Were you lucid, Thrain? Did she command you to go riding out into the forest at midnight?” “She did not need to command me,” I grunt. “I do all manner of stupid things whilst being perfectly lucid, as you know.” Ivar laughs at that. “Well, I can’t argue with that.

Comfort. Care. Love… I’d come to believe I didn’t need these things. They’re only luxuries. But knowing I’d never get them from the man my father pawned me off to is why I ran. Not because I thought I’d find them here.

But this will complicate your siege,” she insists. “Why aren’t you angry with me?” Her defensiveness makes me want to take her hand, let the shimmer reassure her, let her know that I am on her side. Truly on her side, this time. The enormity of this realisation has been sitting in me, weighing on my guts. “You claimed us as pack, princess,” I tell her. “Pack protects their own.

Ivar scoffs at that. “I for one cannot wait to see you propose this to him,” he says. “Prince Olaf, the apple of his father’s eye… absolutely shitting on all his plans.

I’m growing steadily more panicked as we follow my Cathalain guardians. It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine. I’m just going out to the gardens, where Thrain awaits me with his brothers and the Dubliners. Our pack. Then, after some dancing and drink and merriment… we will be led naturally into the claiming. That’s all. It’s going to be like a ritual ceremony. Not a mindless orgy. A ceremony.

But I must remain seated. The custom is for my closest kin to dance with her, have her enjoy the ceremony before I take her for myself. And my role is to watch. Sit and watch. No touching. What utter cruelty. Who thought of this, anyway?

I scoop her hair up in a tight fist, making her squint with pain, though she squarely meets the challenge of holding my gaze. “You want me to fuck you?” I growl. “Say it.” She breathes out the phrase, freeing it from her cage of modesty: “I… I want you to fuck me.” Thor’s glory, to hear those words in her mouth. “I am not gentle,” I warn. Her eyes glint in the dark. “Nor am I fragile.

Please,” Tamsin says, pulling her shift down again. “Don’t be angry with him. It was me, I asked him to do it.” “He shouldn’t have heeded you,” I grunt, unable to articulate it without the gravel of fury. “I needed it,” she insists. “I think I would’ve found a way to do it, regardless. It’s the only way I know how… how to…” I stare at her freckled face. How to cope. The only way she knows how to cope is to hurt herself.

The sigh that twists from Ivar’s chest seems born of the deepest frustration. “Tamsin. Please don’t torment me.” He leans closer again, his hand feeling for Tamsin’s shape in the crumpled wool. More quietly, he says, “I think this night belongs to the two of you.” “You always have a place in my nest, Ivar,” she replies groggily, her voice still breathy and intimate. That makes him go rather quiet.

The morning sunlight gleams on Olaf’s chainmail and his cropped white-blond hair. He’s lying against a crate, thick arms crossed over his chest, mouth open as he snores. Around him, men are crouching and cackling to themselves as they balance things on him – he has a pile of round cheeses like a little tower on his forehead, and some stone kerns on his knees and elbows. I catch my burst of laughter with my hand. Ivar snorts at the sight, similarly trying not to wake him – but when Thrain comes out, his bark of surprised laughter does it.

It seems impersonal, I know. But science guarantees that if you don’t enjoy the scent, you certainly won’t enjoy the alpha,” Tapp said. “Okay. Right, so I just…get sniffing then?” I asked.

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

It's vintage. From the '90s.

Though he’s Alban, though he’s part of the crowd who will whisk me away soon… he is the only one among them that I’m glad to see. He is the only one who knows the extent of what I’ve been through these past two days, and helped me through it. He helped Rhun. He saw… he saw what I did. For my brother. And yet he did not judge me for it. He didn’t look at me like I was monstrous.

Oh, yeah. She’s got some big dick energy, don’t she?

There’s my baby girl,” he purred. “Hello, alpha,” I said softly, bending my head for a brief kiss. “Heat’s over.” He smirked. “Oh, I know, you told us last night while I was knot deep.” I frowned, eyes growing wide. “What do you mean?” Bullet’s laugh was loud and Seth grinned at me. “You said, ‘you better finish this one on your own, I’m fuckin’ out of juice.’ And then you went to sleep.” I looked to Mackenzie, who nodded and shrugged, and then shook my head. “No, I don’t remember that, so it clearly never happened.” “Don’t be embarrassed, your alphas were barely hanging on as it was,” Seth said.

Dusty was the first in the line of bikers in booths. He had a young round face, with speckled silver hair, and he broke out into a warm smile as I braved my way closer. Out of reach, but close enough to pick him out in my head. He was the warm blanket, and he looked as though he had the personality to match.

Thirst for the dick?

An alpha’s bark brought betas and omegas to heel. An omega’s whine demanded an alpha do whatever necessary to fix, destroy, or satisfy whatever ailed us.

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.

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

Crying in the shower is truly the most cathartic way to unleash your demons.

You’re making me sound like a cheese tyrant.

When someone loses a spouse, they’re called a widow—like that one simple word makes the act of moving forward with life any easier. But when one loses a child, there’s no word in the English language that is sufficient to describe the hell you experience.

Never in my life have I met another human with such a pure heart who saw the world in technicolor instead of black and white.

Then he meets my gaze and slams that warning glare upon me again. That I had better not put myself in danger. It’s his way of showing affection, I suppose. You’d better take care of yourself, or I’ll kick your arse. When I hold his gaze to challenge him, he curls a hand around his sword hilt. “If we die in some ridiculous manner, you find me in Valhöll,” Ivar tells me. “So I can express my feelings about it. With an axe.” I scoff. “If you follow me into a ridiculous death, you only have yourself to blame.

Why in God’s name are they so intent on judging my virtue – when I’m trying to tell them that I’ve made allies, that I’m going save their lives? They are chained and held in a Viking siege camp, and still they choose to obsess like this about my sinfulness? God, but I’d forgotten what a bunch of self-righteous bastards they all are.

I don’t know how long it would take me to meet you where you’re standing,” he murmurs. “And I don’t know whether you’d still want me by then. I’m old enough to be your father.” That makes my heart thud. “I can’t tell how old any of you are with your great big beards, anyway,” I tell him, and he affords me a rare laugh.

You’re all idiots,” she hisses. “All three of you. You’re trying to be noble but all you’re doing is risking your lives – being so stupid –” Her voice is catching on her words, threatening tears. “I don’t want to lose you,” she breathes. “Please. I don’t want to lose any of you. Don’t you dare leave me here, don’t go without me – don’t go –

The more the merrier is about to be my new damn motto.

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.

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.

Then you are from a noble family?' 'Noble!' She laughed. 'There is nothing noble about families. Only people. I have met more noble of men in the gutters of New York than I have in the peerage of London.

Nun’ya business, dickhead!

I swallowed, wondered if all the alphas could see me trembling, and if now was the wrong time to ask Mackenzie to bite me.

Tag, you’re it, buddy.

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.

Nate, your knife,” I call after him. He hesitates by the door, fingers resting on the handle. “It’s yours, little bird. Just like my fucking heart.

Everything I had wished for had come true, but it was all a little too late.

Being broken was not the end, it was an opportunity to grow.

Cryus

I would think that anyone who knew me, really knew me, would stop, wait for more information, and actually believe what I was saying.

The three of them moved to the bed instantly. Cam settled against the headboard so I could lean back on him with Ben and Theo beside me.

I am so fucked.

Fictional men would never hurt me or think I’m too fat. Who needs real men?

All women should be wanton women.

I can’t decide if I need a lobotomy or an alpha-girth vibrator.

Red gave a jerky nod.

Red got up from his seed, his heart pounding.