by Addison Cain
Hanging her head in her hands, Wren took an unsteady breath. The pain in her body was nothing, her tattered pride unimportant. All that mattered were her boys. The price for Alec and Mikael was going to be so much more than merely whoring herself out to an evil man and his pack.
It was going to cost Wren her life.
This was debt she could never pay. When it came time to collect, she would be tossed in debtor’s prison to work the quarries until her final breath.
Scrubbing silent tears from her cheeks, she went back to the pen and frantically scratched out: Mikael is a good boy, very smart. Get to know him and you’ll learn how loyal he is. Hard working. He could help you fetching things you need. Clean. Maybe you could find a safe place for him? Give him work? Please.
Stricken, the doctor looked up from her messy words. “I can’t keep the boy.”
Her heart sank, but she nodded that she understood. Ten years old was awfully young to be alone and Alec was not as reliable these days as Wren might hope. Something would have to be sorted out before she was taken away. Even this home wasn’t going to last much longer before it slipped under the mud.
“You’re upsetting her.” Kieran was pissed.
The physician could tell his time was up. “A quick injection, ice for the swelling, anti-inflammatories…” Digging in his case, the doctor produced a hypo-spray. “She’ll be right in no time.”
Wren tried to hand back his precious paper and pen, but the old man waved them off. “I have dozens back in the office. Keep it.”
Dozens… of course he did. He wasn’t forced to live in the Warrens where everything rotted.
She wrote him two final words. Thank you.
He didn’t spare the paper a glance. With an injector placed against her jugular, he fired the mechanism. A popping sound, an unrelenting knot, and looming certain doom were the last things on Wren’s mind. Swimming in the sea of happy drugs, the world was suddenly a much more comfortable place, the warm fluid flowing through her veins making everything okay.
Toby, sounding far away, snapped his fingers in her face. “What the fuck did you give her?”
“Sedation is necessary for the boost to effectively work; otherwise the pain of instant healing may lead to myocardial infarction. The effect will wear off in a matter of hours and your Omega will show dramatic improvement. She’ll need rest though and”—the man glanced down at the puddle of liquid soaking into his shoe—“fluids. Give her lots of fluids.”
“Hear that, sunshine?” Playful fingers tapped her knee, Toby’s grin huge. “You’ll be good as new before you know it.”
The doctor packed up his things, and as soon as the door closed, the smirking Alpha who’d been patting her knee and keeping the blanket from slipping stood. He looked down to find that once again, Kieran was strumming her clit.
Towering over them, Toby pulled back a fist and punched the other Alpha right in the jaw. “Stop making her cum, you asshole!”
Kieran momentarily listed back from the power of the strike, sitting up with a rage-drenched roar. The knot plugging up her insides shrank in the melee, and Wren was finally set free to slip from his lap right back to the freezing puddle on the floor.
Humming in her full body contentment, certain for once that life was finally good, Wren lay there in a happy heap and watched two of the most massive men she’d ever seen scrap and snarl, destroying her furniture where they fought.
It was funny watching her life fall apart before her eyes, Wren’s hoarse giggle drawing the raging bears to tear their claws from one another and look at her.
“She’s high as a goddamn kite.” Kieran curled an unhappy mouth downward. Collapsing back on the couch with his fading erection slapping against his thigh, he scrubbed a hand over his swelling eye. “You’ll fucking pay for that later, Third.”
“We’ll see about that, motherfucker.” Reaching down to gather Wren up to his chest, Toby was as cocky as a man bleeding from his mouth might be. “I did my job today, you just screwed yours.”
The fight went out of the suddenly placid Alpha, Kieran narrowing his eyes. “Speaking of fucking her, you are not allowed to, Toby. Caspian made that clear. Take her to the nest. Clean her up. Nothing more.”
Grinning down at the listless, softly smiling woman in his arms, Toby cooed, “Ol’ Toby will take good care of you.”
He left his cohort, and lugged Wren down the hall, carrying her into a room that looked like hers—if hers was cluttered with alien furnishings and jugs of water. In the middle of it all was a pile of fluff that even from this distance smelled all wrong. A new nest. But it was not built from the treasures she’d found in excavation. The pillows didn’t smell of her sweat and the two boys she occasionally let cuddle with her.
They didn’t smell of her family.
Yet that was where the grinning Toby put her down. Reaching for a pillow, he fluffed it and said, “Should this go here, or here?”
It should go in the garbage. Had Wren the strength, she would have grabbed it right out of his hands and thrown it out the door herself. The bedding wasn’t hers. It stank of male sweat and... rolling on her belly to take a deeper sniff, Wren found more than sweat marked the bedding.
Cum.
Someone had sprayed fresh seed all over the unwelcome things. The same scented seed that leaked from her pussy when she sneezed.
“Caspian and Kieran have never tended a female when they’re done; they just rush them back to the pen. I take good care of my things. Spoil them.” Toby set the pillow aside, grabbing a bottle from the piled supplies. Creeping over the naked girl, he gently rolled her to her back and gave her what might have been a charming grin if something off-putting didn’t hide behind his eyes. “Thirsty?”
A drop of water on her sandpaper tongue and Wren gulped for more. Toby held the jug to her lips, allowing her to guzzle at will, sweet as could be when she came up for air. He wiped her face, praised her, continuing the process until her stomach sloshed.
Sated, she flopped back, settling into fabric softer than any she could remember—right on the cusp of drug-laced sleep.
“What a playful ray of sunshine you are.” Water forgotten, hot, searching lips found her sternum, kissing a trail lower. “That’s right, smile for me. Lay back, thighs spread. Now, show me the sign for delicious.”
The man sat back on his heels, watching the flop of her arms and repeating it. “Like this.”
Wren made the sign for yes.
“How do you say no?”
She motioned with a lazy nod of her wrist, laughing so hard at his big stupid hands a wet squish of fluid leaked from her pussy.
“Look at the mess you made.” He palmed the bony protrusion at her hip, tutting as a creamy dollop continue to leak from her slit. “Someone has to clean up that dirty pussy, lick you all better.”
Too tired to pay him any more attention, Wren began to fade into the beauty singing under her skin—riding a high that had grown even stronger now that her thirst had been quenched—almost too euphoric to notice the slippery rasp of a spit-smeared tongue dragging over puffed flesh.
Groaning, she tried to turn away from the attention, but stronger arms prevailed.
Cracking open a lid, she found the shaved head of Toby tucked between her bruised thighs. He caught her eye, his tongue fully extended and covered in cream. Gazes locked, thoroughly wicked, he flicked up his tongue, the gob caught up into his mouth.
He made the sign for delicious.
She signed no. He signed yes.
Creeping over her where she sprawled, Toby pinched her jaw, easing it open in her daze to slowly drip the viscous mixture onto her tongue as if it were a special treat of rare candy.
Crude sounds of distress chirped from her throat until the flavor registered. Ambrosia, better than the chicken she’d devoured hours before. Caspian’s cum. Kieran’s cum. The spit of a man full of pheromones that spoke of virility. The three of them all laced with the sweetness of her slick.
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bsp; Gobbling it down, licking at the source Wren swallowed all he offered, opening her mouth readily like a baby bird for more.
He obliged, sucking the fluids from her slit. Every drop relished with a mhhhmmmmm that buzzed against her and left Wren’s eyes rolling back.
Lick, suck, spit. Over and over, mouthfuls of slick-laced cum gathered into his mouth so he might share it with her. On it went until his tongue scoured her clean on the inside and nothing was left for him to drip into her waiting, open mouth.
“God, that was beautiful.” Lolling her head to the side, Wren found the brown haired, green-eyed man who’d comforted her watching from the door. Kieran sounded fully impressed as he spoke to his friend. “Even Rosie never took to your more deviant habits with a smile.”
A loud, final slurp between her thighs and Toby looked up, winking at his feast. “Still hungry?”
Snuggling down into covers that didn’t quite stink as bad as they had before, Wren nodded.
Kieran stepped closer, voice firm. “Don’t get carried away. Caspian’s going to want her mouth first.”
“You saw her nod. She’s hungry.” Kisses peppered her inner thighs, Toby chuckling before he took a nibble. “Aren’t you, sunshine? I got plenty you can swallow.”
He bit again, hard enough for pain to register past the drugs. At the sound of her yelp, Kieran flew forward and kicked the Third in the ribs.
Suction broke where teeth met thigh, and a snarling man jerked up his head to hiss. “I’m not done!”
“You’re done.” Challenge was there in the softness of Kieran’s caution. “If Caspian sees the mark of your teeth on her skin, you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t break your neck. Caught in the rut, he almost claimed her today. Don’t imagine he’ll let you play your games with this one until he’s done with her. If you want to fuck something up, fuck up Rosie.”
“I don’t want his castoffs any more than you do. I want this one! We share, that’s how pack works!”
“Take up your complaint with the big guy, or be smart and wait your turn, Third. You’ve broken too many of your toys for him to trust you with his shiny, new whore.”
Whore…
That was the last word Wren heard in her daze before she finally closed her eyes to them.
The arguments of the men continued. “But I’m hard as a goddamn rock!”
“You heard the doctor.” Bored, Kieran added, “She needs her rest.”
Shuffling close enough for his knees to butt her thighs, Toby growled, “She’s asleep, the Omega won’t even know.”
“Won’t know you poured a gallon of cum down her throat? She’d fucking choke, you idiot.”
The metallic clicks of a lowering zip, and Toby said, “I’ll spray her tits and pussy. She should smell of my mark like she smells of you and Caspian. The boss wouldn’t deny me that.”
A dark chuckle came easing down into her nest. “I’ve never seen you so worked up over new meat.”
“Coming from the man who knotted her for over an hour and would barely let me approach. You’re a fucking hypocrite, Kieran.”
The other Alpha had no answer.
Toby gave a final irritated grumble. “Are you going to help me, or what?”
The silence between them filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the dry brush of skin on skin.
Once or twice, guttural noises broke through Wren’s haze, the Omega cracking open an eye to see the muscles in Toby’s neck straining. Staring at her cunt, he kneaded his sack while the man crouched beside him stroked Toby’s cock with a fury.
Four hands worked the oversized shaft, Kieran an active participant in his pack-brother’s pleasure.
Half awake, she watched the skin at the base of the Third’s cock began to swell, Toby pulling his fingers from his balls to grasp it and squeeze with all his strength. “Now, do it now!”
Kieran’s hand flew faster over Toby’s swollen cock, gripping, pulling in a way that had to hurt.
A mist of fluid splashed, Wren’s face, Toby fucking into the grip of another man, gushing and gushing, until he had glazed her outsides as much as the other two had coated her insides.
He slapped his hands to her tits, rubbing in his spend while Kieran milked the last spurts of seed from the pulsating dick swinging between Toby’s legs.
Her eyes drooped again as his hands smeared and kneaded.
The next time Wren woke, brown eyes—the shade of shiny mud—were inches from her own. She knew those eyes and the beast they belonged to.
Caspian brushed back the cum-crusted tangles stuck to her cheek. “Good morning, pretty mouse. Did you enjoy my gifts?”
Chapter 12
She was perfection rolled up in his bedding and caked with the marks of his Second and Third. Sleepy-eyed, Caspian’s mouse came awake, left languorous by the steady purr drumming from his chest.
Catching a finger under her chin, he tilted back the mouse’s head to view the state of her throat. It was still smudged with marks in the shape of his hands, but no longer swollen—almost pretty, the necklace of bruises personal. His mark on her.
He kissed that flesh, the girl going rigid under his lips. “You are delicious smeared in my brothers’ scents. They took good care of you, it would seem. As did I.” Pulling away so he might see the effect his attention had on her lavender eyes, Caspian murmured, “Are you grateful?”
A tiny pucker formed between her brows, the Omega clearly considering the question.
She answered him with sign.
Hidden in those gestures was something less than the praise the Alpha felt he deserved. His purr cooled. “A simple nod would have sufficed.”
The touch of petulance in his tone worked wonders on her expression. She gave a soft, shy smirk.
“Still under the effect of the hypo-boost, eh, mouse?”
Her pupils were set mid-dilation, the way she looked at him drowsy and sweet. It almost tempted him to let her disrespect slide.
“Since you already know what I can do to you”—he traced his fingers over the band of bruises circling her throat—“and since I find myself contented to find my mouse in a nest provided by her Alpha, I’ll give you one more chance to answer the question properly. Are you grateful for my attention and gifts?”
He didn’t get the nod he’d demanded. Instead the Omega put her nose to his neck and breathed him in on a hum.
The desperate groan in response… Caspian didn’t realize at first that it had come from him. Nor could he comprehend why his eyes had rolled back at the feel of her nose tracing his skin. Catching her close to him, the naked filthy thing fitting just where she should, he let her sniff and settle.
Where her little hands began a tentative exploration of chest and shoulders, his gripped all the harder. Somehow the pocket-sized thing coaxed him onto his back, and from the crook of his arm, she leaned up, somber her eyes tracing his features.
He wasn’t a handsome male—never had been—even before hard years of fighting his way to the top. But she didn’t look at him as if she found him ugly, either.
She just saw a man—one she had set to purring capitulation with a few soft touches and a sniff.
Cupping his stubbled cheek in her palm, she met his eyes.
Didn’t she know Omegas weren’t supposed to do such things? Had she never learned her place?
Why had he not shaved before coming to her so his week-old beard wasn’t between her soft skin and his scars?
The mouse mouthed the word Mikael, and then gave him a very discernible nod. She then took her weight from his side to sit back on her feet and sign. It didn’t take a genius to grasp that the sweep of her hands meant gratitude.
The pretty mouse wasn’t as high as he thought.
Caspian should not have relished this as much as he did, he should not have let his voice grow gritty with raw desire. “Be a good girl and show me.”
Her hands settled gently on his chest, the mouse draping her torso over his bulk. Again their eyes met, hers timid
and unsure.
She purred, the light trill of music only for him.
Next, her fingers went into his hair, combing through and tugging until he shuddered. They traveled lower to knead the bones of his neck, to discover the swell of his shoulders, until she could reach no further under his coat.
“Kiss me.”
Her purr stuttered, but she lowered her head anyway.
Insulted, Caspian’s hand flew to her hair. Taking a grip near the root, he held her lips inches away and growled, “You don’t want to kiss me.”
It was not a question. She didn’t want to kiss him, and he was beginning to suspect she didn’t want to be anywhere near him.
Grasping his other hand and dragging it to her throat, the mouse collared herself in his grip.
“You think I’m going to hurt you.” Gone was his contented stupor, in its place was budding anger. “I’m tempted.”
She nodded, swallowing under his palm, as if that was not the issue. Eyes wide and pleading, she blinked, waiting as if that one look might reveal her very thoughts.
It always came down to this with bitches. But he would get his, he’d get her purrs and lying smiles, even if he had to pay. Later he’d punish her until she bled for daring to bargain in the first place.
Snarling, he demanded, “Tell me what you want. I’ll give it, and then you fuck me the way I want you too.”
She reared back, caught around the throat and openly shaken by his words.
“Food, clean water, the blankets straight from my bed were clearly not enough!” Sitting up to tower over his caught mouse, right up in her face, Caspian roared. “Name your price, rat!”
She frantically gestured for pen and paper, pointing to a corner where a broken box stood. When he shoved her back, she raced to it, digging through her goods to unearth a cracked piece of slate and a tiny nubbin of chalk. The scrape of white on black hissed, her hands openly shaking.
She turned the board around, holding it up before her breasts for him to read, “If you kill me, Mikael won’t get the treatment he needs to survive. I was only asking you to be gentle.”