Unspeakable Desires

By N.Y. Lysk, Adara Wolf, RM Knightley and 2 more

From the less than noble acts of those of royal blood to the twisted minds of psychopaths on the hunt and hard at work in the lab, you will find all lines get crossed in this horror collection with a gay flavour.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palm Hearts
• Release date: Mar 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393109303

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FROM THE LESS THAN noble acts of those of royal blood to the twisted minds of psychopaths on the hunt and hard at work in the lab, you will find all lines get crossed in this horror collection with a gay flavour.

Incivility by N.Y. Lysk

Copyright N.Y. Lysk 2019

When Gerald unexpectedly presents omega, he knows his father the earl will be disappointed... but he cannot imagine how far his Lord and Master will go to ensure the succession of their house.

Warnings: non-con, forced breeding, father/son incest, step-uncle/nephew incest, hitting, off-screen xenophobia, non-shifter A/B/O, historical.

His father had been livid when he’d been informed Gerald had presented omega. Not that Gerry could have reasonably expected anything else from the man who’d spent every day since his eighteenth birthday deriding him for not being an alpha, the heir a man of the stature of the Earl deserved.

But he hadn’t expected fate to twist the knife even further, to make him... He clenched his fists, glancing at the white tunic the tailor was fitting for him.

Virginal white.

Because omega men were expected to marry other men and... Gerry swallowed, flinching when his squirming resulted in an accidental pricking. Apologies, milord, the man working at his feet said without looking up.

The Earl had probably demanded the clothes ready within the week, just because he could count on his patronage being valuable enough to be put at the top of the pile of any workman.

Lord Gerald, a timid voice said from the door, which he hadn’t even noticed opening.

It was a maid dressed in the finery of Tavethell House. What it is?

Your father requests your presence in his study. She didn’t say when because anyone who knew the Earl understood he expected his orders to be obeyed at once.

He nodded. Thank you, please inform him that I will be with him as soon as I dress.

It was a reasonable stipulation, but Gerry knew he couldn’t count on it not angering his father, not anymore. It’d been different once upon a time, when he’d been a strong boy winning horse races and shooting birds other boys couldn’t see. Back then, when his mother had still lived and his siblings hadn’t yet fallen prey to disease, his father had doted on him, proud as could be of his firstborn son.

Those days were long gone. That boy was gone as well. As was his future because an omega couldn’t be head of the family, not even if he was the current earl’s only child.

The tailor managed to disentangle him from the cloth with impressive speed—perhaps fearing he’d be blamed for Gerry’s lateness otherwise—and Gerry didn’t allow himself to linger, striding down the hall and up the stairs to the second floor where his father’s study looked out into the grounds.

He knocked, feeling like a man about to jump off a cliff, but when the response came calling him inside, his feet stepped forward all the same. He tried to meet his father’s eyes but found his gaze focusing on the family portrait hanging behind his head instead.

Was this what being an omega really meant? Not just those awful days he’d spent secluded feeling like he was burning from the inside, but this need to show deference to alphas to the point of being unable to look them in the face?

It was impossible to know under his father’s penetrating gaze, as dark-eyed as his own but with a depth to it that had always made Gerry rather uneasy. Most boys had a healthy respect for their fathers, but now that he was an adult and having spent long enough away from those judging eyes, he knew what he felt wasn’t respect.

It was fear.

Sir.

His father shook his head. This is unconscionable. That you would humiliate me in such a manner after everything... He paused. Sit.

Gerry did, not responding to the accusation even as the truth burned in his throat. Some said getting fucked by an alpha could cause a beta to become an omega, but he’d done no such thing. For one, given the choice and ease with which he could get a woman for the picking, men had always seemed like an unnecessary complication. One day, he’d known, he’d take a wife of his father’s choosing and he was not stupid enough to taste pleasures she would not be able to provide.

You will marry, of course, his father went on, not even looking at him. But I cannot risk your union being unfruitful and leaving me without an heir. To imagine the house and the properties passing on to my brother... The Earl despised his younger brother, who’d had the audacity of marrying a foreigner—of good birth and excellent character, but not an Englishwoman—and had refused to apologize for his wife ever since. No, we must ensure you give me an heir now that you’ve thrown away your own future.

Gerry gritted his teeth. He’d done no such thing but all he could earn with his words was punishment.

You will have suitors aplenty, starting with my dear friend Bernard, his father continued. If he doesn’t want you, then we will invite others.

Gerry flinched, thinking of the hulking bear of a man who’d shadowed his father since their school days. He was the second son of a minor noble and he’d never married, residing in Tavethell Castle when he was not away on business. He knew he had to marry a man, now, an alpha, but to think of his father’s right-hand man touching him...

Father, he managed to say. I... I am sorry, but you must see Uncle Bernard is... He’s family, I cannot possi—

Nonsense, his father cut him off. There’s no blood relation.

I— I know, but to take him to husband—

Gerald, his father said icily. Do you intend to disappoint me again? He did not raise his voice in the least, but the promise of violence was all the more clear for it.

His father hadn’t hit him since he’d been a boy, but he didn’t doubt he would do it again if provoked.

No, he choked out, heart battering in his chest like an exotic bird in a cage. He felt equally trapped, plucked from the colourful parties of London and brought back to the dreary castle where he’d lost everyone he’d ever loved.

Then you will do as you are told and comport yourself in a manner befitting your station. You may no longer be my heir, but you are still a child of this house and you owe it your allegiance and respect.

Gerry locked his eyes on the carpet. It was different from the one where he’d knelt to be caned as a boy, he noted. His father’s young wife—the one who’d failed to provide him with the spare heirs he’d desperately wanted—had probably had it changed. Yes, father.

IT— IT HURTS, GERRY whimpered as his uncle’s thick fingers thrust inside him. His body was producing as much slick as it could, but it wasn’t enough. He’d never done anything close to this and he was stiff with fear, shaking in the man’s hold.

You’re wet, Bernard told him. It will fit.

Gerry clenched his eyes shut, trying his best not to panic. It would only be worse if he fought, he knew it. His father had ordered him to take Bernard as his first suitor, to let the man fuck him in hopes of getting him with child and if he succeeded...

If he succeeded, they would be married and this would be Gerry's life.

But what choice did he have? An omega was under the legal guardianship of his oldest male relative until he got married, just like a woman. His father had every right to tell him who to bed and when—even if a wedding would be expected for propriety’s sake. No one would lift a finger to help him if he ran and in the unlikely event he wasn’t caught and dragged back to be locked into the attic until he was so swollen he couldn’t run anymore, he’d just end up in a different alpha’s claws.

Bernard’s fingers moved out of him, rubbing at his insides roughly. Gerry was naked but his suitor was still fully dressed, which was the only small mercy because he hadn’t seen the other man’s stand yet. He could hardly... He’s ready! Bernard called out, loud enough to startle him.

Gerry opened his eyes, frowning at the man above him, but his Uncle was turned away. The words made no sense. Was he speaking to someone else?

And then the door opened. He knew at once it wasn’t a servant, there was no softness or care for the sound it might make and a moment later his father strode into the room, making him scramble for the sheets to cover himself. What—?

Be silent, Gerald, his father told him with a dismissive look. Omegas do not speak unless spoken to.

He closed his mouth but he curled his legs under himself, watching as his father’s right-hand man stood and nodded to his master.

Very well, the earl said. You spoke with the staff?

We will not be disturbed, came the response.

Stand by the bed, he ordered next and turned towards where Gerald was shaking badly enough he couldn’t have managed to stay upright. Don’t look at me, omega, he ordered. Spread your legs.

Gerry watched him, uncomprehending. Father...

And do not call me that, the earl continued. I could have never fathered such a weakling, your mother must have betrayed me.

That shocked Gerry into raising his voice. Father! How dare you—

The blow landed on his stomach, robbing his of the breath he needed to speak. Once he could breathe again, it was only to cry out as the pain irradiated from his middle up his chest, leaving him curled up in a mess on the bed.

Bernard, his father said irritably above him. Have you forgotten the goal of this night?

No, sir.

Then aim your blows better next time, he said with apparent tiredness.

Yes, sir.

Spread him for me, came the next order and Gerry felt thick