by Addison Cain
If that was a threat or a promise, Wren couldn’t tell. She could hardly focus on anything but what he was doing between her legs. It wasn’t all sexual and it felt a little strange… as if he was stretching her.
Pressing his forehead to hers, he closed his eyes, scissoring his fingers inside her body. “God, you’re tight. I’ll have them both take you first… make you ready.”
What on earth was he talking about?
Breath catching, Wren went to her toes when Toby angled his hand and pressed upward. Her discomfort was noted, but not alleviated.
He growled, using her bodyweight to prod deeper, undulating his hand. Slick came at the rumble in the Alpha’s chest, but arousal was stalled… like his hand in her pussy that could go no further.
“I’ll stop when you let me put my fist in. I’ll stop when I feel you squeeze it like a knot.” The way he breathed, how his chest rose and fell with excitement, it was as if he were bordering on climax. Not her.
Just from touching her. Touching her in a way that was more pain than pleasure. It didn’t feel like a cock or a knot, not when he circled his wrist and stretched what wasn’t ready.
Labia tingled and burned.
She hissed and he groaned, Toby humping against her hip until the scent of cum tinged the air. In the midst of his awkward climax, he speared his hand all the way to the knuckle of his thumb, and murmured, “You little tease. Keep making those pretty noises for me.”
Trying to climb him to relieve the pressure, Wren hung about his neck and hitched a leg to his hip. He groaned all the harder, grinding the bulbous growth at the base of his shaft against her leg.
Without pressure engulfing his knot, Toby’s release was short-lived. It ended after a few scented spurts. The Alpha smiled at the woman hooked on his fingers with pure wickedness. “Do you know what happens to an Alpha who denies his knot?”
Wren shook her head, eager for his fingers to retreat.
“A buildup of fluids accumulates; the knot deforms and fails to shrink. It won’t go away completely until I drain it… which I won’t be doing. Instead I’m going to half-cum over and over all day until my cock is swollen and my balls are ready to pop. Tonight, after Caspian and Kieran have stretched your sweet pussy and filled you with cream, I’m going to shove the special knot I’m preparing just for you right past these tight lips. I’ll fuck you for however many hours it takes for your perfect pussy to squeeze me all the way down. And you’re going to take it, all of it, until no other knot will ever make you feel like mine did.”
Knots had to expand inside an Omega; it couldn’t be pushed in already formed…
He was going to hurt her like the Alpha who took her virginity had when he’d torn his knot out.
“Shhhh…” He began to wiggle his fingers again, returning to stretching her opening. “It will only smart a little… and then it will feel very good. You’ll see. I’ll be your favorite in no time.”
Closing her eyes to the burn when he again tried to push deeper, Wren tried to relax so this might end.
“Bear down. Good, just like that. I’m not leaving until you take my whole fist.”
Chapter 2
Toby had been unable to work his whole fist in, at least not while Wren was still on her feet. Now that the bed was at her back, purple bunting hanging from the ceiling like she was a goddamn princess, the Alpha had made a little more progress.
“So patient.” He kissed her belly, rubbing his shaved head against the soft skin. “Just a little more.”
He’d stripped her naked, folding the dress with care before he set it aside. After he’d laid her down, he’d left her spread so wide Wren should have felt shame. She might feel it later, once the anxiety and discomfort passed.
The bed began to rock again, Toby stroking himself to another unfulfilling orgasm. The knot he’d warned her about was angry and pulsing in so many places that it looked alive—writhing under his flesh in a twisting convulsion of blood vessels. Hand moving faster on the unmangled part of his dick, a light spray of warm seed hit where his fist was almost buried inside her, the Alpha hissing, straining from the pain.
Why would he do this to himself?
More importantly, how did he think that thing was going to fit in her body?
There was something very wrong with a man who would subject himself to hours of self-torture chasing after a disfigured cock. The knot wasn’t a knot at all anymore. Halfway up his already huge dick, it rippled and ridged. Like rolling blobs of veined corruption.
As it grew a little larger, Wren grew more afraid.
The scent of fear in her sweat drew Toby’s attention away from his self-imposed agony. Blue eyes gentled, the lines that had pinched at the corners during his climax softening. “You’ll learn to love the pain… to anticipate what only I can offer.” He began to stroke himself again. “Be willing, soft and open, long enough for me to get inside, and I’ll take you to heights you can only imagine.”
It wasn’t possible.
When Caspian had fucked her, it had taken the Alpha several minutes just to ease his cock fully into her body. That thick, long, and daunting member… Wren had required purrs, enticing growls, and patience before he could even thrust in balls deep.
The pulsating mass between Toby’s legs would never, ever fit.
Huge fist stretching her cunt opening, or no.
When she fruitlessly tried to wriggle back, the fingers already inside her balled up, changing the shape of his unholy invasion. Body trembling, her cunt flexed automatically in a bid to pull the false knot deeper. It knew the placement was wrong. That the feeling of fullness was a lie.
God, it burned!
Head thrashing back and forth, Wren began to cramp. “Uuuungh.”
“Good girl. Just a little bit more.”
No attention had been paid to her clit, yet it was stiff at attention, begging for anything that would ease the stretch. Desperate for relief, Wren plucked at the swollen nub, uncaring if Toby saw.
The man jerked his fist on his cock all the harder, another mist of cum landing where she worked. “Fuck that’s hot.”
Fire burned between her legs, heat twisting her spine and abused hole until the licking flames stole her breath. Orgasm latched onto Toby’s fist, and sucked him in a ripple of overabundant sensation all the way to his wrist.
Finally…
A fist was not a knot, but the bumps of his finger bones felt so fucking amazing as she came undone that the searing stretch at her cunt mouth hardly registered. He pumped his fist, making her insides chase after what they tried and failed to milk until she was delirious.
Thrashing on the bed, she rode a man’s fucking hand until not a single ounce of pleasure was left to wring out.
The slick that slopped out when he carefully unfurled his fingers and left her poor pussy alone became his feast. It saturated the bed, soaking down to the mattress to mingle with the layered scents of other women’s sex, making her degradation a part of this place.
Monster dick too swollen and gnarled to jut upwards, Toby crawled over her, the thing, dragging over her body like a third leg. He kissed her bitten lips, purring loud to soothe the troubled, aching girl.
It took him time to calm her, loud purrs and soft strokes. Words of praise. Sweet flattery. Minutes of cuddles and kissing away tears. When she grew quiet and focused enough to pay attention, Toby put his lips to her ear and announced, “Next time, two fists.”
She wasn’t supposed to say no, but Wren was already vehemently shaking her head.
It seemed she had an ally. From the door, Kieran barked, “No fucking way is Caspian going to let you do that to her. He ordered you to prepare her if you were going to use that thing on her, not rip her apart. She could hardly handle one fist. Two would leave lasting damage.”
Sitting back, Toby grinned his triumph. “She came without anything but a few growls and my hand.”
“Bullshit. She touched her clit.”
“Her orgasm had alr
eady begun. I followed Caspian’s rules, and she creamed all over my hand.” Hefting his mangled cock to display its monstrous girth to his friend, Toby smirked. “When you see her take this thing later, you’ll wonder why you’ve never tried it.”
Kieran grimaced. “My dick hurts just looking at that freakish thing.”
As the two bickered, Wren turned away and climbed off the bed.
It had been a long day, and from the sound of it, it would be an even longer night. Uncaring if they called to her, she took up the nesting materials brought over from her house and began to craft a place of safety.
With the covers still pulled over her head, wrapped in comfort only a nest could offer, Kieran kneeled at her side. “The bed is for you to enjoy, Omega. You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”
She wanted to sleep on the floor.
Hard surfaces were familiar and the distinct smell of other women’s pussies was far enough away that she could almost forget the taint wafting in the air. Moving the covers so that Kieran might see her face, she pointed at her nose, pointed at the bed, then pointed at her nose again while squishing her face up in disgust.
“It smells bad?”
She nodded emphatically.
The Second stood tall, walking over to the purple monstrosity to sniff the air. Confused, he leaned down and pressed his nose right to the covers. “Smells good to me.”
Of course it smelled good to him, he was breathing in years of sexual conquests… probably reliving some fond memories. Alphas were sluts. Omegas were territorial. If she had to stay in the pipeworks to keep their bargain, she didn’t want to sleep on that.
She wouldn’t be able to sleep on that.
When he stomped over, green eyes snapping, Wren cut him to the quick. She reached for him, invited him in a hastily organized nest that smelled of only one female. Begrudgingly he took the bait, stripping off his shoes to settle for a moment's rest beside her.
Toby sat on the bed watching, still working his disgusting dick. He was ignored, dismissed when she gave him her back and wrapped Kieran’s arm around her middle.
Nose in her hair, protesting the discomfort of an unyielding floor, he pressed against her back. “Only this once.”
This life had to be lived one moment at a time. It was the only way to keep sane in the Warrens, and the only thing that would get her through these coming weeks in the pipeworks. So Wren took this moment and stole comfort from the Alpha still grumbling at her back.
Sinking into his warmth, purring for him so he might be tempted to purr for her, she closed her eyes and refused to dream.
Dreams only made reality hurt that much more.
Chapter 3
Arm asleep and shoulder throbbing, Kieran cracked open an eye. The Omega snored out a lazy purr, her lips parted and appealing. Very appealing.
She shouldn’t be… considering.
Yes, she was pretty, but so were most of the women in the pen. Hell, Rosie was fucking beautiful—full hips, red lips, and tits that he could bounce a quarter off of. Caspian’s mouse was… scrawny, inexperienced.
But she smelled amazing.
Her little hesitations were fun, the look in her eye as she discovered what Alpha cock really offered…
Goddamn perfection.
All her white hair, once it had been cleaned with actual soap and untangled, would turn heads for miles around. Just like those albino lavender eyes. Kieran would wager no other woman over half the planet had eyes like that.
And he did like to gamble.
Bets had already been placed, in fact. His money was riding on Rosie scratching her way back to Caspian’s lap and First-Alpha selling this one to a high-profile connection. His mouse was too unique to set free, and no matter what Caspian might have promised her, he wasn’t going to let a rare commodity slip back into the mud. Caspian’s mouse would be mated and fat with a baby in six months, tops.
Smirking, growing warm by the idea of her growing round, Kieran pondered if it should be his baby slipped in that belly before she was passed off. Her new owner didn’t need to know she was already seeded. Get him drunk enough the night of the claiming and none would be the wiser.
After seeing her invade the pipeworks just to fetch two boys… after watching her face down the meanest fucking Alpha on the planet, Kieran knew she’d never dare tell. This Omega would protect her brood at any cost.
Imagining a kid growing up in one of those fancy houses, lording over a city of morons… never knowing his good looks came from a reviled gangster daddy. What a laugh.
Of course, all of these potentialities would go to shit if Toby got clingy. The Third was like a dog with a bone—a weird, over-swollen, boner, more like. The Third had almost started a war over a Beta Caspian refused to let him keep. The problem had sorted itself out when Toby took things too far and she ended up dead as a doornail.
Kieran had seen the corpse.
That fucking deformed knot… Toby had taken it too far.
Leave an Alpha unappeased and riled with backed up cum, and turns out his mind might snap. Instinct took over until urges found release.
Which is why Caspian and Kieran would be right there tonight. Fuck, Kieran would have been there regardless. It was sure to be a hell of a show, but he still wasn’t sure why Caspian was allowing it… on the girl’s first day.
Unless he wanted her broken in, finished, and set aside quickly.
Even a whore as willing as Rosie only had to do that once—and only after she’d been shared between them for months. The way she’d whined afterward had been the end of it. One thing Caspian refused to tolerate was a woman’s whiny mouth.
Punished for all that bitching, Kieran was pretty sure Rosie hadn’t been allowed to draw breath until every last member of the gang had been sucked dry… even the Betas Rosie thought were beneath her.
Omega females were so damn presumptuous. Even this one, who’d conned him into sleeping on the floor.
He gave her shoulder a shake. “Omega, it’s time to wake up.”
The snoring caught on a snort, totally unladylike and almost endearing. It shouldn’t have made him smirk, but it did, and that annoyed Kieran enough that he pushed her onto her back and scowled. “You will not sleep on the floor in this room. You will sleep on the bed with me. I don’t care if you hate the smell.”
The woman yawned, sleepy-eyed as she reached up to pat his cheek.
It was the first time she’d touched him in any way slightly intimate that he had not initiated… and that too irritated him. Rosie was on him every chance she could get. Fuck, all the bitches in the pen were.
And this one thought to make him sleep on the floor?
“Next time you try to lure me with female tricks, remember this. Caspian didn’t want you in his room. I claimed you so Toby couldn’t fuck with you all night. Show some goddamn gratitude or I’ll dump you in the pen to sleep alone like the other whores.”
That word. That one hissed word, and the Omega went ragdoll still.
Snide, showing his face to best advantage, Kieran sneered. “You think of yourself as something other than a whore?”
She swallowed, blinked, and refused to shake her head.
“You just let a sexual deviant jam his fist into your pussy with no complaint. I watched. I liked watching. Just as much as I’ll like watching your cunt eat up the treat he has in store later.”
Nothing.
Wait. Was she… was she actually crying?
Arms bulging, smooth chest puffed, he didn’t allow her to move when she began to try to wriggle free. Instead he kept her pinned like a worm on a hook and watched her fail utterly at escaping his weight.
The alteration in her scent didn’t please him nor did the sensation pinging at his ribs when she made her sad, little sounds. “What did you imagine was going to happen when you made your trade?”
Kieran really wanted to know, completely befuddled by this behavior—Omegas were designed to serve Alphas. They wanted to. Rosie had bee
n begging for his cock only this morning.
Living with him was better than starving in a freezing shit-box and trading scrap for half a credit and some rotting food.
Sitting up just enough so she might weasel away, Kieran saw the look in her eyes. Hurt. It wasn’t pouting because he’d commanded she do something she didn’t want to. It was honest to god pain.
“Answer me.”
The part of her that he caught when she’d been half awake and content, this is what she’d hidden under the silence. Raw… just like Caspian had said.
“It was bound to happen one way or another, you must know that. Stamped face or no, some male was going to find a use for you. Make the best of just who claimed you first. For a few months you’ll live like a queen. You’ll have food. You’ll have water, and baths, and attention. Nod that you understand.”
She did, but the look in her eyes was not gratitude or even excitement at the prospect. The Omega was resigned.
“Do you know how many whores in the pen would spill blood to be in your shoes right now?”
The shake of her head and the accompanying expression was not provoking, yet still his irritation grew. It was clear she sensed it. Those violet eyes glanced down in submission, her posture changing from defensive to meek.
“If you think I’m going to fall for that, you’re playing with the wrong Alpha.” Climbing to his feet, he pulled her up after him. “You’re here for one reason. Tonight you’ll feel a reminder of it… and tomorrow, you’ll build your fucking nest on the bed.”
Chapter 4
Water up to her chin, enough to drink for a week, sloshed warm and lovely every time she moved a muscle. This is what heaven had to be. All the flesh that stung was soothed, tense muscles were rendered jelly. Wren didn’t even care that what had started crystal clear was dingy gray once she’d settled in. For the first time in five years, every speck of mud was going to be off of her.