by Addison Cain
In his grip, a pale throat had gone pink, above it bug-eyed and gasping for air, the mouse rode the cusp of a blackout. Stranger still was the unwelcome male who had him by the hair and braced his weight between Caspian’s snapping teeth and the floundering girl’s shoulder.
“Once you claim her there’s no going back!”
Sense cracked through exuberant lust, and Caspian threw her neck from his grip without consideration for how they were joined. She rocked back, arms wheeling, caught by his Second, who still braced a hand against Caspian’s chest as if expecting the First-Alpha to make another grab for her.
As her vision began to clear and huge gasping sucks of air finally made their way into her ribcage, the Omega began to wail. These were the kind of sobs threats and a strong backhand would not crush. She was beyond consoling, completely terrified, and retching up stringy mucus past a damaged throat.
Caspian had never felt a knot retreat so quickly. The wave of cum that splattered his pants when he shifted her off should have given him great pride. Hell, it was more than he’d ever dumped in a female in all his myriad liaisons. Even Rosie with all her tricks had had never drawn forth half so much.
Standing abruptly, fixing up his fly, Caspian looked down at the mess he’d created. The little mouse cowered. “You’re not defective.” When she failed to raise up her face and acknowledge that she’d heard him, he tried to mollify again, “You’re flawless. Best fuck I’ve ever had.”
The petrified thing shrunk further in on herself.
Resting a hand on her head, he fought past his own sense of shock and struggled to create a purr. Offering the closest thing to an apology she was ever going to get, Caspian said, “It wasn’t intentional. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
She stilled under his stroking hand, but it was out of fright, not calm. Unsure how to handle her, Caspian backed up a step. The effect on the Omega was immediate.
She wanted him gone.
“Supply whatever she needs: food, water, new bedding for the nest. If a doctor is required, one will be brought here.”
“Sir?” His Second stood there baffled and did nothing.
Roaring his displeasure, Caspian snarled, “Fucking comfort her already!”
A second later he was slamming her door shut at his back, face a mask of outright violence.
Chapter 10
Wren’s mind and body had yet to fully reconnect. Parts of her were twitching mercilessly, firing off residual bursts of muscle cramping pleasure, yet ferocious pain circled her neck and her lungs burned with each breath.
Gasping for air, Wren sobbed.
The Alpha had almost murdered her the moment her body had found an earth shattering completion of spirit. His violence had skyrocketed her elation. The way he’d snapped his teeth hadn’t frightened her at all. She’d fed on his frenzy and orgasmed all the harder.
Throat a pulped mush, Wren couldn’t help but wish he’d killed her.
She couldn’t live like this.
“Shhhh, Omega.” The one called Kieran stroked her naked spine, his purr gaining strength with each passing minute.
She’d willingly, even enthusiastically, ridden an evil man’s cock, while striking green eyes bore witness…
Kieran had taken pleasure in what he’d seen.
Still took pleasure even now if the jutting member between his legs was any indication. It dripped scented fluid, adding to the pool of semen and slick that still spilled from her pussy to smear the floor under her bruised knees.
The longer he lingered and pathetically tried to console, the more his motivation for doing so became apparent.
Once or twice, the hand exploring the curve of her bent spine had slipped over rounded ass cheeks to trail where sensitive flesh still tingled. Though she’d shied, he’d found what he sought, bringing drenched fingers to his mouth. After, a quick suck and a snarled warning when Wren tried to back away, self-preservation kept her still and pliant.
He eased even closer, shifting his body so his thighs brushed her ass. Draping himself over her spine, he sucked in air at her neck and purred. “I could make you feel better before Toby comes to lick you clean.”
What?
“I know how to take a girl gentle. Is that what you want?” The pitch of his voice grew predatory, hungry. “I’ll make you feel good. Comfort you.”
Wren couldn’t have heard him right.
Working to calm down, to gather her wits and find the strength to ignore his bone-melting purr and crawl off, she glanced through her tangled hair and found Kieran was stroking himself again… to this.
To her crying on the floor in a puddle of cum.
The smell of his cock, the subtle musky difference between the last offering of hard dick grew more pungent when his fist milked toward his glans. He spilled for her, just enough to change the scent markers in the air.
He even took that handful and rubbed it on her ass, delving his finger under folded legs, trying to push his juice up inside her.
A new Alpha wished to stake claim.
She should have run off, but the shock of it, of all of it, left her staring and frozen to the spot.
Deft hands went to the buttons of his shirt, Kieran pulling it wide to show a sculpted torso and the raw muscle hidden underneath. Rapacious, he teased the feel of his naked chest against her back, the purr vibrating deep into her frazzled nerves.
Wren closed her eyes.
“I can be good to you, fill you up, ease the sting.” Nose nuzzling into her tangles, he licked at her ear. “Raise up that sweet ass. Good, just like that.”
Why was she moving? How was this happening again?
Face to cold tile, spine arching, knees tucked under her—cum smeared and bruised.
The picture of subjugation.
Kieran didn’t bother with a growl, his cock had globs of another man’s sperm to offer lubrication. He didn’t tease at her like Caspian had done, there was no running of his cockhead over her clit. He just slipped in.
And groaned like a wildcat ready to sup on his kill. “What did you do to him to make him act so crazy? Show me, sweet thing.”
He rolled his hips in a measured stroke, stretching her around his girth until not an inch more might fit. Gyrating his pelvis against her ass, he ran his chest over her back, a full body pet both inside and out.
“What makes you purr?” The whisper tickled her ear, the following nip to her shoulder leaving Wren shuddering. “Do you want me to stroke you, to play with your beautiful tits?”
He may have been asking, but his hands were already doing. Reaching under her, he grabbed a handful of breast, pulling at it until only her nipple was caught in his fingers. He gave it a tweak, rolling the swollen tip until she arched and her damaged throat tried to make a mewl.
A little more of his cock went inside.
“And how about this?” his fingers slipped past her belly all the way to where a little clit peeked from its hood. He strummed her there, drawing out another gasp and cramping wave of slick.
At her nervous cry, he shushed her again. “You’re going to relax and let me take care of you. I know what to do.” A rougher pinch sent the Omega lurching. He caught her tight, pulled her flush, and growled, “I have everything you need.”
Gyrating hips stirred his cock in her channel, the steel-hard length of him rubbing at places a simple shunt in and out would miss.
Her hand slapped the floor. A plea for it to end, for him to finish tormenting her and leave her alone.
The complaint encouraged only more of the same, endless minutes of gentle enticement that left her head swimming and insides screwed up tight. It wasn’t until she actively began to struggle that he broke from his pretend calm and gave her a growl more terrifying than any Caspian had used against her. It left her gushing slick around his intrusion to saturate the thatch of hair at his base and drip down her already soiled legs.
“Fuck…”
He loved it, telling her so as he growled again and a
gain until the puddle around them grew even larger. Until Wren wasn’t sure he could wring any more from her womb.
Sluicing through the river, he began to rock her back and forth. So fucking full of him, over stimulated by the dancing finger on her clit, Wren finally surrendered to his game.
He knew the instant he had won, laughing over her as he shifted from playful to gratifying. Gone were the rolling strokes, replaced by snapping hips and a pinch on her clit.
Voice husky, enunciating between thrusts, he demanded, “Are you going to purr for me?”
No…
She couldn’t purr, moaning past an aching throat as she was.
“I can be as good to you as he is.”
Good? Is that what these males thought they were?
Good men didn’t fuck a woman on a filth-smeared floor until her knees went numb and her cheek was frozen.
And still her body responded.
She clenched around him until her ass was trembling, Kieran beginning to struggle to spear her. He had to fight convulsing muscles and a weeping slit to force his way in. And from the way the Alpha roared, he gloried in it—pulling back on her hips while thrusting forward with all his might.
He sank in deep.
Deep enough to feed her his knot whether she was ready for it or not.
It ballooned against overwrought nerves, sending her spiraling into a frenzy beyond her mental capacity to process. How had she not had enough cum? How could she feel such need for a frightening stranger just because his cock might kick inside her?
The twisting grip of her internal muscles fixed on that pulsating knot, fastening tight in a stranglehold that ran up his shaft in rippling waves.
All his talk ran dry, the male shouting gibberish as he tried to plow deeper still. Ears ringing from his roars, heart beating against her ribs, Wren sobbed as the first heavy spew was sucked from his cock to flood her cunt with seed.
Yes! This is what she needed to take away all reason and pain.
Another burst of fresh hot seed infiltrated her belly, held in by a still swelling knot.
An orgasm ravaged her body as more and more Alpha offering soothed the hurt, Wren unwittingly gave him what she thought to deny.
She purred.
And he grew drunk on it.
He would not let up, coaxing out rippling pressure from her clit so her orgasm might feed his. He didn’t stop until she was pinned flat to the floor, the Alpha still jerking at her back fighting to push even deeper.
How long it lasted, Wren didn’t know. She was still crushed under him, panting and high on the most fucked up of sex when Toby, followed by a team of Caspian’s slaves, arrived.
Wren was too depleted to care she was seen lying in a pool of body fluids, naked and disgusting. But the man at her back, the one whose knot still twitched inside her, wrapped muscled limbs around her, rising up as far at the knot would allow, to snarl.
All animal, Kieran showed teeth, wild-eyed and vicious. “Get the fuck out!”
The slaves took one look at him before dropping the crates carried between them to obey.
A frowning Toby refused to budge. Not one bit intimidated, he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a low growl in response. “Down, boy. Once that knot lets up, I get to lick her clean.”
Chest rumbling, Kieran narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to kill the next man who walks in here.”
“Well, if that’s the case, Caspian will have five workers to replace later.” Toby, didn’t seem to care who Kieran might kill. He cared about getting the job done. “He sent a lot a shit over for her, and I’m not going to let it sink in the mud outside.”
Kieran kneaded Wren’s breast, his attention going back to the knot-dazed female. “Then get it over with.”
Cocking a brow, an unsettling grin growing on his face, Toby chuckled. “I’m not sure fucking her was the comfort Caspian had in mind. She looks cold and miserable.”
Temper rising, his eyes snapped up. “Get me a fucking blanket then.”
“There’s a doctor outside with orders to see her right away. Will you be able to control yourself and not break his neck, or should I call Caspian and have him come subdue you?”
“Doctor?” As if he had forgotten the string of purple bruises blooming on her neck, Kieran carefully pulled back white hair to inspect the swelling. Unwilling to let him touch there, Wren winced, turning her face further into the cracked tile pillowing her head. “Send him in. But if I see him so much as glance at her tits the way you are, I make no promises that he’ll survive it.”
Chapter 11
“Does it hurt when I do this?” Careful fingers manipulated the column of her throat, shifting Wren’s trachea amidst blotchy, purple skin.
Sullen, trapped on Kieran’s lap with his knot still thundering a heartbeat away inside her pelvis, the Omega was not in a talking mood.
Kieran—hardly tolerating the older Beta’s presence—hissed and snarled each time the doctor touched her. “She can’t speak.”
Before the physician had even been permitted to approach, Kieran had lifted Wren off the icy floor, and seated them both on the couch—the knot-locked Omega propped up on his lap.
Had Toby not thought to cover her, the complete wreckage of her body would have been on display.
The old blanket stolen from her demolished nest hung over her shoulders, covering things the workers stockpiling her kitchen and the physician prodding at her neck didn’t need to see. But it didn’t hide the fact that Kieran’s hand worked underneath, fabric tenting, the coarse cotton bobbing where his fingers chose to play.
Unable to wrest Kieran’s hand away from her swollen nub no matter how hard she pulled at his hand, he continuously teased her clit so her inner workings might cling to his knot and milk it for cum—with the old doctor right there taking her vitals and stabbing her arm for blood.
“These readings are”—the old man paused, looking for an elegant word—“elevated. I cannot get an accurate baseline until she calms. And judging by her physical condition… I suggest a lighter touch. If you expect to breed her, understand that Omegas who’ve endured extensive physical trauma do not enter estrous.”
“Breed, hmm?” The purring chest at her back expanded. Tapping a new rhythm on her clit, Kieran rasped at her ear, “You want that, sweet thing? You want me to breed you?”
The knot that should have been shrinking swelled even larger.
Wincing, Wren closed her eyes, only to be gathered closer so he could rock his ever-hard cock where he’d already flooded her full of sperm. With the doctor’s cheeks heating and Toby licking his lips as he watched, Kieran turned her head to press a kiss to her sealed mouth. Teasing at her seam, he pushed her past humiliation and straight into another mind-killing release with only a few sure rolls of her clit and few rough bounces on his lap.
He dumped more cum inside her, hissing out an absolutely shameless groan before their audience.
The doctor cleared his throat. “I can give her a hypo-boost to speed her healing, but it will cost you—”
Toby glanced away from Wren’s orgasm-drawn expression to mock the old man. “You know who had you brought here, right? Caspian wants her healthy.”
The physician scoffed. “One hypo-boost is not going to make your Omega healthy. Look at her. She should be in the hospital for malnutrition. She’s hardly in a better state than that boy you dropped off. The same pneumonia infects her lungs. She needs x-rays, breathing treatments, fluids… she’s extremely dehydrated. And growing more so each time you…”
The finger tapping her clit ceased. Kieran wrapped a possessive arm around her middle, the low grate of his query threatening violence should the answer not please him. “Each time I what?”
Considering all the growls and threats on his life, the doctor remained surprisingly collected. “It requires a great deal of fluids for an Omega to endure an Alpha’s attention. How long has it been since she’s had water?”
Water be damned. Wren
had been trying to get the doctor’s attention ever since first mention of her boy. When he continued to ignore her in favor of the Alphas, she pulled her arms from the blanket to sign that she wanted pen and paper.
Kieran gave her a warning growl, immediately covering her exposed breasts with his forearm. “Behave.”
She ignored him. Pleading with her hands and eyes for a tool so she could communicate.
With a nervous smile, the doctor produced a pad, clicking open the pen in his pocket before handing it over. “Tell me what hurts.”
The pen moved immediately: Do you have my Mikael? Is he better?
Glancing at the pad she held up, the old man drew his brows together. “He’s improved, yes. But it will be some weeks before he’ll be off a ventilator. If he’d come to me a day later, he’d be dead. He is a very sick child who needs a great deal of care.”
He would have died…
Mikael would have died on her couch if Caspian had not sent him to a real doctor. He still might die if Caspian’s generosity ran out.
How much does his treatment cost?
The doctor said a number so astronomically high, Wren could not have paid it with ten lifetimes of constant salvage. Distressed, her insides went soft, the grumble of annoyance from the Alpha buried inside her ignored. Just as his knot was ignored so she could process the horrible realization.
She must endure Caspian and his men, survive, until Mikael was healed. Whatever it took, because she could see what the physician was not saying. If Mikael left his treatments now, he would still die. The Alpha must not grow bored of her or kill her until it was done.
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.