Unhinged Omega: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance (Ghost Alpha Unit Book 4)

she kissed me

kissed my mask

the metal between us

but still

she

kissed

me

cannot move

cannot breathe

cannot think

soft press of her lips against cold silver

warmth spreading from that single point

like sunrise breaking across frozen wasteland

why?

why would she touch a monster this way?

why would she want a broken thing?

her violet eyes watch me

waiting

wondering

fingertips brush her perfect lips

then touch the spot where they pressed against mask

connection

completed

something stirs inside

not just hunger

not just need

something… more

mind feels clearer now

less fog

less rage

but still no words

wish i could speak

tell her what this means

this simple gift

this impossible kindness

but words stay trapped

behind years of only growls and roars

her hand slides up my arm

featherlight touch against ruined flesh

scars under her fingertips

metal against her palm

‘It’s okay,’ she whispers

voice like starlight

voice like peace

but it’s not okay

nothing is okay

everything is broken

i am broken

yet she looks at me like i am whole

her hand moves to my chest

palm flat against heartbeat

can she feel how it races?

how it thunders?

how it beats only for her?

want to touch her too

want to worship

want to show what words cannot

my human hand lifts

hesitates

hovers above her skin

ask permission with eyes

with stillness

with patience

she nods again

gives permission

gives trust

gives everything

fingers brush her cheek

silk and moonlight and heaven

she leans into touch

eyes flutter closed

soft sigh escapes

emboldened

my palm cups her face

cups it easily

engulfs it

thumb traces cheekbone

memorizing every line

every curve

every detail

never want to forget

never want to lose this

never want to wake if this is dream

she opens eyes

violet galaxies staring back

‘Touch me,’ she commands

voice steady despite flush on cheeks

my hand trembles

trail down neck

careful

so careful

could hurt

could destroy

fingertips trace collarbone

palm slides to shoulder

push silk robe slightly

exposing more moonlit skin

breathtaking

the urge to taste

to press mask against her neck

to inhale her scent

it overwhelms me

lean forward

nuzzle against her throat

careful

always careful

mask between us

always between us

she gasps

tilts head

gives more access

more trust

more everything

hand continues journey

silk parts beneath fingers

slips from shoulder

pools at elbow

breast exposed

perfect

my breath catches

even animal part of me pauses

in reverence

in worship

in disbelief

she wants this

wants me

again

not just heat driving her

not just necessity

this is different

what is this?

what are we?

what am i to her?

dare not dream

dare not imagine

focus only on now

on touch

on worship

palm cups breast

weight perfect in hand

dusky nipple hardens against scarred palm

her back arches

pressing into touch

asking for more

without words

understand this language

this wordless communion

this silent conversation

other hand joins

metal claws carefully held away

using only backs of steel fingers

to slide robe from other shoulder

she shivers

not from cold

from want

both breasts bare now

perfect

beautiful

thumb brushes nipple

experiment

test

worship

she moans

sound like music

like prayer

like blessing

want to hear more

want to draw every sound

every sigh

every gasp

robe pools at waist now

held only by loose tie

barrier

boundary

temptation

look up at her face

question in eyes

asking permission

always asking

she smiles

an actual smile

just for me

she nods

undoes tie herself

silk whispers away

it pools on the bed

leaving her naked

exposed

perfect

throat tightens

chest aches

too much beauty

too much perfection

too much trust

do not deserve this

do not deserve her

do not deserve anything

but she gives anyway

hand explores

keep claws away

careful

reverent

memorizing

dip of waist

flare of hip

softness of stomach

curve of thigh

map her body like sacred text

worship at altar of her form

her breathing quickens

hands tangle in my hair

pulling gently

guiding

she wants more

wants everything

wants me

impossible

beautiful

terrifying

her legs part

invitation

permission

command

my fingers trace her inner thigh

higher

higher

closer to center

to heat

to home

pause at edge

last hesitation

last chance

last moment of restraint

‘Please,’ she whispers

restraint shatters

fingers find slick heat

already wet

already wanting

already ready

stroke gently

carefully

worshipfully

memories of last time

in forest

in heat

in desperate need

different now

slower

clearer

more deliberate

her hips roll

seeking more

slide one finger inside

tight heat welcomes

surrounds

accepts

another finger joins

stretching

preparing

thumb finds sensitive bud

circles

gentle pressure

steady rhythm

she gasps

head falls back

throat exposed

beautiful

curve fingers inside

searching

finding

stroking

she cries out

body tightening

trembling

ascending

want to watch

want to memorize

want to record every expression

every sound

every moment

something catches eye

beyond bed

across room

forgotten detail

some strange furniture

a hard black shell with ivory strips

never seen anything like it

but the perfect height

gleaming

waiting

idea forms

images rise

memories of before

of taking her

of claiming her

of being inside her

want that again

want everything

want to worship properly

completely

fully

withdraw fingers

she whimpers

protest

confusion

lift her

one arm beneath knees

other supporting back

cradling against chest

she feels so small

so light

so fragile

so precious

carry her across room

toward the black altar

she realizes

eyes widen

lips part

‘The piano?’ she asks

already breathless

what is a piano?

strange name for an altar

but she understands now

sees intention

shares vision

wants same thing

set her on edge

black polished surface

cool against heated skin

she shivers

spreads legs

invites

welcomes

stand between them

tower over

protect

worship

her fingers work at my pants

eager

hungry

needing

free my cock

hard

aching

ready

her fingers wrap around

as much as they can

she strokes up

down

up

squeezes

sharp teeth clench behind my mask

growl builds

rumbles

escapes

too good

too much

too perfect

her fingers explore my length

hard

thick

throbbing

she frowns

small crease between light eyebrows

‘You’re… bigger than I remembered,’ she whispers

concern in violet eyes

different from forest

different from heat

know this

understand this

heat made her ready

heat made her more slick

this is different

she needs more

needs me to be gentle

‘Will it even fit?’ she asks

tilt head

study her

think

want inside

want completion

want union

but must be careful

always careful

place hands on her thighs

careful of my metal claws

never press the tips to her soft skin

only gentle pressure

asking permission

she understands

nods

spreads wider

offering

inviting

trusting

kneel before piano altar

before her

before goddess

fingers trace inner thigh

soft skin

goosebumps rising

following touch

reach center

wet

but not enough

one finger circles entrance

teasing

testing

slide inside

tight

so tight

too tight for more

work carefully

gentle thrusts

stretch slowly

prepare properly

her breathing quickens

head falls back

small moans escape

add second finger

resistance at first

then acceptance

then welcome

stretching

preparing

her wetness increases

body responding

accepting

wanting

curl fingers inside

find spot that makes her gasp

press

stroke

worship

‘Knight,’ she moans

name on her lips

sweetest sound

her hips rock against hand

wanting more

seeking more

needing more

she looks down

violet eyes dark with want

want for me

‘Use your mouth,’ she begs

freeze

tension locks muscles

fear grips spine

mouth means mask

mask means face

face means monster

shake head

once

sharp

she frowns

not anger

confusion

‘Why not?’ she asks

but cannot answer

cannot explain

cannot speak

fingers still moving inside her

still worshipping

still serving

but mouth…

monster jaws

nightmare teeth

inhuman tongue

‘Please,’ she whispers

not command

not order

request

look up

fear must show in eyes

even through mask slits

her expression softens

understanding dawns

‘Is it… your face?’ she asks

voice gentle

voice understanding

voice perfect

nod

once

sharp

she leans forward

cups silver mask in hands

thumbs stroke metal cheeks

‘I won’t look,’ she promises

voice solemn

voice sincere

voice true

‘I’ll close my eyes.’

i am still hesitant

still afraid

still unworthy

but she wants this

asks for this

deserves everything

fingers withdraw

glistening with her nectar

her scent overwhelms senses

she leans back

settles on piano

eyes closed as promised

waiting

trusting

beautiful

my trembling fingers reach for mask

lift it up off my lower face

not really a face

hesitate

nervous

watching her

making sure her eyes stay closed

revealing nightmare beneath

sharp teeth

too many

too pointed

designed for tearing

for ripping

for killing

long tongue

inhuman

another abomination

another perversion of nature

she keeps eyes closed

true to word

patient

perfect

trusting

cold air hits exposed jaw

lower face

feels wrong

vulnerable

exposed

lean forward

hands on her thighs

spreading gently

positioning perfectly

her scent stronger now

without mask blocking it

intoxicating

maddening

perfect

hover above her center

breath against sensitive flesh

she shivers

anticipates

waits

long tongue extends

inhuman length

monstrous design

first contact

light

gentle

questioning

her taste

impossible to describe

tastes like salvation

delicious

perfect

her back arches

gasps fills room

encouragement

acceptance

permission

gain confidence

lick again

firmer

longer

worship

her hands find my hair

fingers tangle

grip

anchor

tongue explores

discovers

memorizes

every fold

every texture

every perfect detail

find sensitive bud

circle around

tease

worship

adore

her thighs tremble

breathing quickens

small sounds escape

perfect music

perfect symphony

perfect worship

too aware of teeth

careful

so careful

keep them away from delicate flesh

use only tongue

only softness

only gentleness

slide tongue fully inside

deeper than fingers

different sensation

exploring

claiming

her walls clutch at invasion

hips rock against face

sharp teeth prick her thigh

only makes her squirm more

setting rhythm

demanding more

commanding worship

hands grip thighs

keep her steady

keep her safe

always safe

long tongue finds spot inside

the one that made her cry out before

press against it

stroke over it

worship it

serve it

‘Please,’ she moans

never has to ask

tongue moves faster

deeper

harder

push her further

tongue relentless in devotion

her back arches again

sudden tension

then release

cry escapes

beautiful sound

perfect reward

ultimate blessing

taste changes

floods tongue

lap gently now

softer

slower

helping her down

easing her back

when tremors stop

when breathing slows

when hands release hair

withdraw carefully

lower mask quickly

hide monster

look up

wondering

waiting

worrying

her eyes still closed

keeping promise

respecting boundary

perfect trust

‘Can I open my eyes?’ she pants

i growl in affirmation

violet eyes open again

searching mine

she reaches for me

pulls me up

closer

between her legs again

‘I want you,’ she says

simple words

impossible meaning

undeserved gift

position at entrance

press against slick heat

wait

always wait

always ask

always worship

she nods

hooks her legs around my waist

pulls

pressure

resistance

then give

head pushes inside

stretching

filling

claiming

her gasp

my growl

our union

pause

let her adjust

let her accept

let her command

my hands grip piano edge

support my weight

careful not to crush

not to hurt

not to break

her hands on my scarred chest

steadying

grounding

claiming

‘More,’ she pleads

push deeper

inch by inch

careful

controlled

her back arches

head falls back

mouth opens in silent cry

halfway now

so tight

so perfect

so right

push further

deeper

fuller

more

finally

fully seated

completely joined

perfectly united

wait again

let her adjust

let her feel

let her lead

her eyes open

violet meets blue

souls touch

connect

understand

begins to move

hips rolling

taking

claiming

follow her lead

match her rhythm

serve her needs

worship her body

thrust deeper

her back arches

fingers digging into my shoulders

the black altar beneath her shifts

makes strange sound

wooden groan and discordant notes

as my movements rock it on floor

she gasps

then giggles

sound like silver bells

like starlight made audible

never heard her laugh like this

the altar makes more noise

‘They must… they must hear this,’ she manages between gasps

she laughs again

breathless

joyful

i do not understand joke

but understand joy

love her laugh

want to hear it forever

want to be reason for it

shift angle

drive deeper

another cascade of notes

broken music

broken sounds from broken altar

her laughter fades to moans

head thrown back

throat exposed

pale column of moonlight

would kiss if could

would mark if worthy

her body like instrument beneath my hands

playing her

worshipping her

drawing music from her lips

from her soul

she wraps legs tighter

pulls me closer

deeper

further

‘Don’t stop,’ she begs

would never

could never

will never

grip black wood harder

feel it crack under metal claws

splinters under human hand

too much strength

but she does not fear

does not flinch

only watches

with violet eyes half-lidded

pupils blown wide with want

her heat surrounds me

perfect

tight

wet

home

thrust harder

faster

piano slides inches across floor

more clanging music

but sweetest sound is still her

her gasps

her moans

her whispered pleas

hands move to her hips

hold her steady against onslaught

need to be gentle

always gentle

with precious things

with sacred things

with her

feel her tightening around me

feel her climbing

ascending

reaching

close to peak

to bliss

to heaven

want to follow

want to join

want to ascend with her

her back arches

body tensing

‘Knight,’ she gasps

not designation

not experiment number

not monster

not even the Knight

just Knight

her Knight

a real name

it is more than enough

it is everything

feel her come undone

feel her tightening

pulsing

gripping

pulling me deeper

the sensation

the sight

her face transformed in ecstasy

head thrown back

mouth open

eyes closed

the most beautiful thing

ever witnessed

ever will witness

growl builds

rumbles

escapes

cannot stop

do not want to

my release approaches

coiled heat in spine

pressure building

base of cock begins to swell

alpha nature rising

the knot forming

stretching her further

she feels it

eyes fly open

‘Yes,’ she hisses. ‘Knot me, alpha.’

permission granted

instinct takes over

push deeper

lock knot inside her

where it belongs

where we belong

joined

tied

bound

she gasps at fullness

at stretch

at completion

knot expands fully

locks us together

ancient biology

primal connection

undeniable bond

her inner walls flutter

second climax crashes through her

squeezing knotnoveldrama

milking cock

drawing everything from me

piano makes violent protest

wood creaks

threatens

front leg weakens

roar tears from throat

hands grip piano hard enough to crack wood

body shudders

vision whites out

pour everything into her

every broken piece

every shattered dream

every moment of pain

transformed into pleasure

into worship

into devotion

piano makes final protest

front leg splinters

crashes to floor on one side

we slide

she squeals

half laugh half gasp

clutches me tight

catch her

would never let her fall

not my moonlight

not my goddess

not my everything

hold her safe against chest

both breathing hard

both trembling

both changed

still locked together

knot binding us

keeping us one

for precious minutes more

embarrassment floods me

strange new emotion

almost worse than shame

broke the altar

broke the piano

broke the music

want to apologize

want to speak

but she just laughs

full and bright and free

‘We broke Geo’s piano,’ she gasps between laughs

looks up at me

no fear

no judgment

no disgust

only joy

only acceptance

only… something more

she shifts slightly

gasps as knot tugs inside her

still sensitive

still connected

still mine

she reaches up

strokes my hair from my mask

touches silver lips

second kiss

through metal

through barrier

‘Worth it,’ she whispers

chest cannot contain feeling

this new emotion

this impossible warmth

maybe i cannot love

but maybe this is more