A/N: This is the 3rd installment of the Wayhaught ABO series. You should read "Not so Typical" and "Best Left Buried" first. This is an ABO and contains both G!P and non-G!P smut.

Co-Author: Kendrene-AO3

The night was quiet, pitch black except for the twinkling lights of Purgatory's main road in the distance. The sky looked somehow emptier without moon, and even starlight seemed muted as if the heavens themselves knew what she was up to and quaked in fear. (or maybe they couldn't be arsed to look)

The witch smiled, quite liking the idea that the sky itself could fear her. She liked fear when it was other puny beings that felt it and relished the control it gave her over their little, simple minds.

"Speaking of simple minds," she smirked, turning her attention to the town that slept on unaware of what was coming, "there is nothing simpler than the mind of an Alpha in rut."

It would have seemed to a passerby that she was talking to empty air, but she had heard the softest crunch of footsteps and spotted the momentary glow of red eyes a few meters away.

"Do come closer. Bobo. Don't be shy, after all I invited you here."

The Revenant came to stand next to her with a grunt, and she could feel his gaze burning like a firebrand against her skin as he tried to figure out why exactly she had asked him to join her.

"I still don't get why you feel the urge to meddle all of a sudden," he said as she bared her anathame - a ceremonial dagger she'd won from a demon centuries before.

She'd cheated of course.

Its blade glowed with ethereal light as she channeled some of her power into it. She glanced up into Bobo's darkly handsome face, smirking at his furrowed brow and annoyed face.

"Why," Constance reached out, patting his arm, "I thought you liked a bit of chaos."

"I do." He snatched his arm away, "but I fail to see what you'll accomplish here. Thought you wanted your boys dug up as fast as possible." A note of hunger entered his voice and his tongue darted out as he licked his lips in anticipation. She had promised him a way to leave Purgatory in exchange for help with putting her boys back together, a way that wouldn't involve him butting heads with the Earp Heir.

Except she'd promised him a pile of horseshit.

Oh well, she'd cross that bridge (literally, on her pink car) when the time came. For now she was intent on causing havoc and hopefully getting Willa Earp killed or at least away from the other two sisters. Should Bobo find out about Willa, she would be neck deep in trouble.

Putting some distance between herself and the Revenant, Constance raised her arms dramatically, ancient words of invocation spilling from her lips, voice redolent with power.

The night grew impossibly still, so dark that the dagger she held shone as bright as noon sun by contrast.

The witch smirked as an unseen wind picked up, moaning across the plain.

Shit was about to hit the fan - as modern, young people liked to say.

The wind turned into a gale, whipping strands of pale hair across her face and she laughed into it, screamed in wanton abandon as her magic slithered across the land reaching deep inside Purgatory's inhabitants to call forth their most primal, secret urges.

A chorus of mad voices cackled back from the darkness, then abruptly the wind died like it had never existed and a scattering of stars twinkled timidly down at her, the light emanating from her dagger winking out.

"That's it?" Bobo asked, and Constance ground her teeth at the evident disappointment dripping from his voice.

"That's it," she confirmed, choosing to take the high road - her mind already flipping through all the hexes she knew and could inflict on him - "now sit back and enjoy the show."

"That's... All me and my boys are supposed to do? Next you'll propose we make popcorn." Bobo growled, lips twisting in disgust.

"I would suggest fried human marrow. Butter makes you fat." Constance laughed as his scowl deepened - by the Devil men's feathers were so easy to ruffle! That hadn't changed one bit, and she doubted it would in the next few centuries. "Perhaps your little posse can actually get an Alpha or two killed while they are too preoccupied with their cocks. Maybe you could even end the Heir, who knows?"

"If whatever you did will work, past your theatrics."

Constance's mouth soured at that - if there was something she liked less than a fake Gucci bag it was people questioning her witchcraft.

The Rot - she decided - once she'd recovered from her last spell she'd make his fucking balls fall off with rot.

Nicole grinned, pressing her tongue against the wet, straining bundle that was earnestly begging for her to grind her tongue harder against it. She obliged, twisting the flat of her tongue against Waverly's clit, delighting in the sound of her girlfriend's low keen that petered out into a muffled whine too quickly for Nicole's taste.

Her first day off in two weeks, and she was determined to spend it all day in bed with Waverly, touching her, kissing her, loving her. Purgatory could burn to the ground before she left Waverly's arms. Nothing short of hell-fire and damnation would rouse her from her rightful place between her Omega's thighs.

She pulled back slightly so she could look up at Waverly, smiling softly at the way her lover's naked chest heaved as she tried to come down from her second orgasm of the morning. Her golden skin gleamed in the weak winter light slipping through the cracked slats of the plastic shade. She really needed to replace those shades, but for now she admired the moist skin shining slightly in the dim light, the long tendrils of hair adhering wetly to Waverly's pink-blossomed cheeks.

Nicole forgot to breathe for a moment as her gaze drifted down, caressing every inch of her love's slender neck. She bit her lip as her gaze focused on the small, lilac blossoms blooming just under the flare of her left collarbone. She hadn't meant to mark Waverly, afraid of somehow causing her pain. She knew Waverly was strong, tougher than most gave her credit for; she'd had to be as the only Omega daughter of Wade Earp, a man not known for his niceties or sentimentality. But still, the very thought of ever causing Waverly Earp pain, even accidentally, was like a dull blade sliding between her ribs. And she couldn't breathe.

And yet something about the small blossoms called to her, and something a little more primal than she was comfortable with, howled in delight, yearning for a full claim on the Omega. She stamped it down, pushing the howling thing inside of her back to its den, back to its natural place at her feet. She would not be ruled by some slathering beast dictated by biology and instinct. But still…

She reached up and ghosted her fingers over the blossoms, pressing gently. She almost managed to snatch her hand back at Waverly's moan, but the younger woman grabbed her fingers, pressing them harder against the lilac.

"Isss good, Nic, feels good." Waverly kept her eyes shut enjoying the feel of Nicole's slightly calloused fingertips pressing into the tiny bruises Nic had left in her eagerness to taste all of Waverly. She was well aware of Nicole's fear of ever hurting her. The Alpha was probably the most self-aware person she'd ever met, and she was usually excruciatingly gentle and tender with Waverly, which the girl appreciated, but sometimes a girl liked it a little harder, liked to be reminded that she was an Omega with a strong Alpha who adored her, but still wanted to commit every imaginable filthy thing burning in their brains, onto their Omega.

So Waverly wrapped her fingers a little more firmly around Nicole's and pressed them harder to the small bruises. She gasped and squeezed Nicole's fingers when the Alpha tried to pull away.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Nicole, tugging at the Alpha to get her to slide up. "It's ok, baby." She smirked at the way the cop's eyes widened, a blush staining her cheeks. It never failed to amuse and make Waverly warm with pure, unadulterated affection, when her girlfriend blushed at that particular endearment.

She licked her lips, "look at me." She slid her right hand down across her own chest, let her fingertips slide through the slight sheen on her breasts. She brushed her fingertips across her nipple, smiling at Nicole's hungry gaze. She plucked at her nipple, biting her lip at the slight sting that she could feel whisper down her spine. She grasped her hard nipple between her fingers, rolling it firmly, tugging on it, imagining Nicole's teeth doing the same.

She pressed Nicole's fingertips into the bruises under her collarbone and tugged on her nipple at the same time, moaning at the sting and ache that dissipated in waves of warmth down her spine.

"Oh God, Nic. You feel so good," she mumbled, her voice thickening as she continued to play with her nipple, tugging and rolling it harder, as she pressed Nicole's fingers into the bruises.

It took only a moment for her to find the rhythm she wanted. She moved her legs restlessly against the thin cotton sheets, and she could feel the tightening in her belly, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough anymore. Not without Nicole. "Nic, please." She didn't even care that her plea sounded more like a whine, more like begging.

Nicole swallowed harshly, her mouth dry and scratchy as she stared mesmerized by Waverly's glistening skin, the slender fingers tugging roughly on her cherry red nipple, the strong fingers holding Nicole's captive, demanding obedience with every press of her fingers.

She nodded, her gaze unwavering, her vision growing hazy. She knew what Waverly was asking for with every twist of her hips against the bunched sheets, every barely muted gasp falling from her open mouth.

She wiggled her fingers underneath Waverly's, waiting for her love to understand. And once the Omega had cautiously removed her hand, Nicole pressed lightly, smiling when Waverly nodded eagerly.

"Just a little harder, baby," and once Nicole nodded her head, Waverly let her hand drop to her side as she continued to play with her nipple. It was hard and swollen. It ached, and she could feel the warmth of pain starting to settle into her breast, growing and spreading deliciously down her ribs and into her muscles.

She could feel the heat radiating below her collarbone, could feel it spreading into her breast, pushing deeply into sinew and muscle, snaking along her bones like fine gossamer webs. She grit her teeth against the wave of heat that rippled and pulsed inside of her, as she felt her mind grow fuzzy.

She was barely aware of Nicole's mouth nipping at the inside of her thighs, her tongue pressing inside of her, as her fingers scrambling weakly at the sheets. The heat of her pleasure was focused on her breast and the lilacs that blossomed and grew under the tender care of Nicole's fingers. She hummed, her breath stuttering slightly as she closed her eyes, letting the fine aching edges of pain buoy her.

She was vaguely aware of her muscles trembling, her voice breaking as she tried to force her tongue around Nicole's name. She could feel her name, balancing on the end of her tongue, she could taste it, but only a moan slipped past her lips as waves of heat swamped her, wrapping long vines around her ankles and wrists, slithering across the lattice of her ribs, holding and rocking her in the suffocating heat of her climax.

It was long moments before she was aware enough to hear Nicole calling her name, her worried girlfriend tenderly cradling her face.

"Ssslll...I loves you," the words slipped out in a watery sigh, and she smiled when she felt the tender press of Nicole's mouth against her own.

Nicole lay on her side, one arm draped carefully across Waverly's belly. She pressed her face into the dark, musky crook of the Omega's neck. While she prided herself on giving Waverly as many orgasms as she could handle, this had been different. She hadn't realized how finely attuned her lover was at receiving pain, hadn't understood that a little pain from a loving hand was what her Waverly craved sometimes.

She shivered, nuzzling harder into Waverly's neck, breathing her in deeply. She held her breath, determined not to let the taste and scent of her escape her lungs. She willed it to stay, but after a moment she blew out a noisy breath.

"Don't pout, you can scent me again later," Waverly teased, as she rolled over into Nicole's arms, wrapping her own around the cop, forcing her onto her back.

"That was…" she shook her head, her eyes full of light. She pressed her mouth hard against her lover's. "Thank you." She rested her forehead against Nicole's, closing her eyes and whirring in contentment.

Nicole smiled, feeling almost giddy as she shifted on the bed, pulling Waverly closer. As much as she loved being between her girlfriend's legs, she loved the weight of Waverly on her belly and chest almost as much, if not more. It grounded her, reminded her of everything she was, everything she had, and everything she stood to lose.

She closed her eyes, basking in the gentle whirring of her Omega. No...Purgatory be damned. Nothing was pulling her away from Waverly.

Nothing.

"Yes, I know, Nedley! I'm standing outside her door now, and she's ignoring me." The tall, lean brunette rolled her eyes as she held the phone to her ear, miming Nedley's jabbering with her other hand. "Look...you'd be ignoring me too if this was your first day off in weeks, and you were a horny Alpha with a pretty Omega!" She growled.

"Ugh, you know what...scratch that," she huffed in irritation, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to stave off the imminent headache. God she wished she had a shot of whiskey in her, or five. "I don't want to think of her and my baby sister." Her lips curled in a silent snarl. She liked Nicole, at least as much as she could like any Alpha fucking her baby Omega sister.

"Yes, Nedley. I get it. Ok?!"

"Well something funny is happen', and I need my.."

She hung up on him with a sigh and shoved the cell phone into her pocket with a grimace. She raised her gloved fit and pounced on the door again.

"I know you're in there, Nicole! You can't ignore me forever!" She waited a moment, moving to the window and cupping her hands around her face so she could peer in. Nothing. But Nicole's truck was out front. She shivered and rubbed her hands together, cursing the cold wind blowing across the barren landscape. Winter was coming. She snorted and turned back to the door, pounding both fists on it this time.

"I swear to fucking god, Nicole! You need to get your ass back to town! Something is up, and Nedley needs you! Now stop defiling my sister and get out here!" She grabbed the doorknob jiggling it hard with both hands. She growled when it didn't give.

Well, there was more than one way to skin a Revenant.

She stepped back a few paces and pulled out Peacemaker, aiming at the door knob and pulling the trigger two times. She waited a beat and pulled the trigger again, smiling at the way the doorknob swung from the wood before falling to the porch floorboards with a satisfying thump.

She holstered Peacemaker and turned her back to the splintered door, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning one shoulder against the porch column. She stared out over the errant tufts of silver grass, frowning thoughtfully as she recalled Nedley's slightly panicked call. Nedley panicking was never a good sign. And she couldn't find Dolls or Doc. She shook her head, mentally cursing the hangover that was still clouding the edges of her mind. Oh well. Nothing knew there.

It was only another minute before the thundering of bare feet greeted her, and she turned just in time to catch a pissed off Omega, wrapped only in a sheet, from punching her in the face.

"What the hell, Wynonna?!" Waverly held the sheet tied closely over her chest, her other hand balled into a fist and propped on her hip.

Wynonna shrugged, glancing over Waverly's shoulder at Nicole who was busy examining her now splintered door. "You didn't answer."

She threw up her hand before Waverly could say anything else. "Look. We don't have time for your Omega hysterics. Ok? There have been three accidents around town, and they are just weird. Nedley doesn't know what to do. Ok?"

Waverly grit her teeth growling lightly. "It's her day off, Wynonna!"

Wynonna sighed, her smirk dying of her face. "I know, Waves, and I'm sorry." She reached out and awkwardly patted Waverly's bare shoulder.

Nicole sighed and shook her head. Figured...hell and damnation couldn't make her get out of bed, but Wynonna could. She scowled at the thought. But even hell was a little bit afraid of Wynonna.

"Ok, Wynonna. You win." She wrapped her arm around Waverly's waist, pulling her back into her front, "I'm sorry," she whispered, pressing a kiss to Waverly's temple. "I'll make it up to you I promise."

"Yeah, uhm. We don't have time for that. Go get decent. And no hanky panky!" Wynonna shooed them away with her hands.

Waverly nodded and turned out of Nicole's grasp. "Ok, baby. I'll be right up. I just have to tell Wynonna something."

Nicole hesitated for a moment, looking between the two sisters before she nodded, and turned back into the house, pushing the door away with a look of disgust.

Waverly turned back to Wynonna smiling sweetly at her. "First, you're gonna fix that door. Secondly…" she hauled back and punched Wynonna in the arm. Hard. She smirked when Wynonna yelped and rubbed her arm scowling at her.

"Was that really necessary, Waves?" The Alpha pouted, shocked that she hadn't seen the punch coming.

"Yes, and you know why."

Wynonna sighed and then nodded. She waited for the younger girl to turn and walk into the house before she grinned.

"Damn. She can pack a wallop!" she muttered to the empty air, her lips twisted into a thoughtful smile. She turned and headed back to her truck, whistling under her breath, trying to ignore the unease growing in her belly.

Nicole huffed, pushing the pile of finished reports to an empty corner of her desk. Whatever Nedley and Wynonna had deemed as "weird stuff" had turned out to be a few Alphas decking each other out at Shorty's - which wasn't weird at all considering they'd been practically sloshing with beer.

Even though they'd said they had not been drunk, they had definitely been acting like that.

True there had been the one guy pissing on the Purgatory sign right outside town, claiming he was "marking his territory" and the mated couple chasing each other around town and the nearby woods, completely naked - but really, this was standard weird for Purgatory.

Not weird, weird .

Nicole took an absent bite of the meatball marinara sandwich she'd picked up on her way back to the precinct and pulled another sheaf of papers towards her, sighing heavily. She could have been in bed, face buried between Waves legs, but no - Nedley had to go and convince Wynonna he'd had a hunch .

The Alpha growled low in her throat, thinking that perhaps it had all been a ploy to get her away from Waverly. On the surface Wynonna seemed to be ok with them dating, but who really knew what went on in her head anyway?

She reached up with her free hand to undo the first button of her uniform - Nedley would chew her up for it, but she felt hot - too hot as if she was running a fever. Her eyes itched and her belly twisted - weird and low - with a dull sort of pain she associated with her menstrual cycle.

And yet, there was an insistent scratching along her bones, and whenever she moved her muscles seemed to rub against her rib cage like sandpaper.

Maybe she should tell the Sheriff she felt sick and head back home for a nap - after all it still was supposed to be her day off.

"Haught!"

Nedley's voice rang out right behind her and Nicole jumped, almost falling from her precarious perch on her stool.

"Sir? Anything happen sir?"

"Is that a meatballs sandwich?" Nedley's eyes were fixed on her food, filled by what Nicole could only describe as bottomless hunger - less poetically known as The Munchies.

"Uh...yeah?"

"You ain't finishing it, are you."

Before Nicole could answer, he had snatched the container with her half eaten sandwich and retreated inside his office, slamming the door.

She stared dumbfounded, frozen in place for more than a minute before snatching her cell phone and dialling Wynonna's number.

Her fellow Alpha picked up on the third ring.

"Something weird happened." Nicole said hurriedly.

"Wow. No hi? No how are you Wynonna? Rude."

The redhead rolled her eyes. "I saw you like an half hour ago. And you know what was rude? You shooting my doorknob off my door!"

"Touche," a pause, "so what's weird?"

"Nedley took my food." Nicole's stomach rumbled in protest and she opened a desk drawer, looking for a granola bar or something.

"That's not weird. He's a cop - cops eat a lot. What kind of food?"

"I don't- what? Meatballs sandwich."

Nicole heard Wynonna sigh, or give a wistful moan, she wasn't sure. "My condolences. Still not weird."

"Oh believe me it is. He had swiped right on Tinder," Wynonna chortled at the other end of the line - Nicole couldn't really fault her since everyone at the Police Station had the same reaction when they had caught him making a profile - "and he was gonna meet this woman at the Country Fair next month. He was on a die t, Wynonna. Besides he hates meatballs marinara - says I stink up the whole office whenever I buy this sandwich - grumbles about it like you wouldn't believe."

There was a long pause, during which Nicole could almost hear the other Alpha think.

"Well, shit."

A/N: Thoughts?