Branded Captive: A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Dark Romance (Wren's Song Book 1)

by Addison Cain

  “Come here, pretty mouse.”

  She set the slate aside and did as he ordered.

  Nervous and no longer meeting his eyes, Caspian ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek and jaw. Fragile. He could break her in half with no effort, shatter her bones with ease. Not good traits for a mate. “You want me to fuck you sweet and slow? How Kieran took you yesterday?”

  Of course he’d watched it. Watched it while Rosie bobbed her slut mouth on his cock. He’d come quickly, and he’d come hard. And then he’d come again watching Toby have his fun.

  The releases had taken the edge off, but the itch had not been scratched, no matter what Rosie or any of the others he’d had sent in from the pen offered.

  He wanted sweet purrs and soft touches from a raw little mouse.

  He wanted the blushing girl who nodded her head at his question. The girl who took his hand again and put it around her throat and rose on tiptoe to put her nose back to his throat.

  Caspian was more than willing to see where this game was going. “What does my good girl do when I want to fuck?”

  She purred, and by God, the Omega met his eyes.

  Her stomach rumbled.

  The moment was ruined by her obvious embarrassment and his unexpected laughter, but Caspian found no displeasure in it. “There is food and water. I expect you to bathe when you’re done. I like seeing their cum on you, but I’m First-Alpha. They get my seconds, I don’t get theirs. Afterward, you will build a proper nest to host me and I will be gentle.”

  Chapter 13

  If this was gentle, Wren never wanted to know what Caspian considered rough. She’d done all he’d asked, trying her damnedest to perform. It had been easier when he’d first arrived, when the tail-end of spectacular drugs had helped keep the edge off.

  Food and a great deal of water had dulled the buzz. Sponging her body off with chilly recycled water had cleared the rest of the high. He’d wanted to watch her brush the tangles from her wet hair, slipping his fingers through the dripping tresses as if fascinated with it.

  When he got bored of watching her grooming, he took her by the wrist and dragged her back to her room.

  He shoved her forward to the bedding. “Build the nest.”

  Wren had never done so with an audience. It made her nervous. Heck, the freaking hulk of man caught in a continuous growl made her nervous!

  Leaning against the wall, he complained. “It’s cold in here.”

  Considering he was dressed in that hideous coat and she’d been kept naked for days, he had

  some nerve. Knowing that if she acknowledged his words, if he saw her face, he’d see her spite, she kept her head bowed over her work.

  “Don’t you have heat? Turn it on.”

  Before she could stop herself, she laughed. This was the Warrens, not a penthouse mansion.

  The brute picked up on her scoff and began to strip. “You have to the count of ten to finish your work. Ten. Nine. Eight...”

  With an angered Alpha egging her on, Wren rushed to place the final touches. He hit one, and leapt upon her. She yelped from surprise, but found instead of mauling, he was pulling blankets around them to wrap them up in one another’s heat.

  Twisting under him, gooseflesh rubbed away by over-large hands, Wren sniffed at his neck. It was the only trick she’d found so far to calm herself when the killer was too near. The smell of him and the effect it had on her offered a much needed distraction.

  She could reduce him down to the simplicity of Alpha. Not Caspian, the gangster with all power over Alec and Mikael’s future, who shared her with his men, and almost strangled her the day before.

  He seemed to like her little habit, the way she would root and pant in air. Stilling, he did the same, inhaling sharply at her ear until his chest puffed and all that warmth whooshed out over her cheek.

  It set her skin to shivering, Wren offering a purr in gratitude.

  Screwing up her courage, she kissed him just like he’d asked before.

  A single brush of her mouth and he jammed his tongue in, chasing after hers until she figured out the rhythm. It matched the hips rocking over her, the Alpha grinding his dripping cock into the soft skin of her belly.

  He’d already had her, his men had already had her, there was nothing left to lose since her pride was gone and her cause was fresh. Everything she did was for the future of her family.

  She spread her legs and in synchronicity, he crawled between them.

  “Did my good girl just offer her pussy?” Sucking a trail down her neck, Caspian set his teeth to her flesh. “It better be wet if she did. Bad girls tease and get fucked dry.”

  It was flooded, the nearness of the male as she’d built her nest, his scent, what she knew was to come… all of it having done the job of the growl.

  Easing back so he might line up his glans with her slit, the male found the scent wafting up from her was heady with Omega slick. He didn’t spare her a smooth entry, his body seeming to lurch forward once alighted.

  He fucked in hard.

  Breath caught, Wren arched and bore it—bore him in that animal, violent spearing all the way to the hilt.

  Clenching his jaw, he hissed at the clamp and flutter that had already begun. “Fuck! Don’t you dare come yet, Omega!” He snapped his hips in sure, rough strokes with each word, scything into her belly so deep she lost control. “Don’t. You. Dare. Fucking. Come!”

  It was too late. The clench and ripple milked at this cock, leaving her moaning a pathetic breathy purr that called to him to give her what she craved. It was too far gone to stop, Wren distantly aware her body had run wildly free of her mind.

  She clung to him, chasing after hips that pulled his cock away and left her cramping around nothing.

  “BAD GIRL!”

  Why did hearing him say that make her insides squeeze all the harder?

  She sprayed out slick where his cock bobbed just out of reach, whining and writhing and denied. When the waves of needy distraction began to pass, Wren found him watching her, hovering so his cock was just out of reach.

  “Didn’t Kieran and Toby give you enough attention? Is your pussy really so greedy, naughty mouse?”

  Dazed, unsure if she was still coming, if she needed to come, or if she wanted it all to end, Wren made a soft sound of capitulation.

  “Come again before I’m ready and I’ll let them both fuck your ass while my knot owns your cunt.” The growl came, unnecessary at this point except to gush a fountain over his swollen cockhead. “Is that what you want, pretty mouse?”

  God, was he trying to kill her with that tone? It didn’t even matter what he said, her body responded… and from the smug look on Caspian’s face, he knew it.

  “Do you want both of them at one time while I watch?” He groaned out his fantasy, teasing at her fluttering entrance while denying the wriggling Omega what she craved. “While another woman’s mouth is sucking me off?”

  The heat in the nest turned ice cold.

  Caspian took advantage of her alarm, slipping back in to find her pussy open and as far from orgasm as she could be.

  Rocking against her, feeding her his fat dick, he murmured, “You don’t need gentle, little mouse. You need to know your place and I need to enforce it.” When she wouldn’t meet his eyes, he caught her chin and pressed the subject. “Your place is to please me in any way I tell you to.” Running his fingertips over the bruises on her neck, he murmured, “Mine is to make sure this doesn’t happen again. You’ll be grateful if another woman blows me. You’ll purr when I fuck you afterward, knowing she took the edge off—because my pretty mouse excites me to the point I want to wrap my hands around her throat…”

  Wren didn’t think it was possible to find there was something lower than whore… but there was.

  She cried as he took her gently, until Caspian grew frustrated with her lack of response and fucked into her with passion instead. It didn’t take long for his tricks to fool her body into a mind-numbing releas
e. She gave him what he came for, the bloom of his knot throbbing large and hot inside her cunt, thick ropes creamy white trapped behind it.

  While he was contented and purring above her, she lay still, forced to accept what still spurt at random intervals from his dick.

  It shouldn’t have mattered. Logically she grasped that, but it did.

  It hurt.

  “It’s easier if you understand before you come back with me.” He caught her chin, something in those mud brown eyes almost repentant. “This place you live in isn’t fit, and I am tired of slugging through the mud just so I can fuck you and freeze.”

  Then why had he brought all this stuff here? Why were they even wasting time knotted in a nest that was soon to be abandoned?

  “You won’t lack for attention.” Voice hardly above a whisper, Caspian soothed, “Toby is already preparing your room and Kieran demands to share it. Obey them just as you will obey me.” His gaze grew unforgiving, his voice sharper than razor blades. “But never forget, you are mine first and foremost. When I call, you come.”

  She nodded, tears drying up and heart growing hard.

  Appeased, the Alpha purred, the vibration catching as another wave of filth ushered from his knot to pool in her belly. As his pleasure peaked, Caspian pressed what might have been a sweet kiss on Wren’s slack mouth. “I’ll be good to you.”

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  She watched him bolt the door with a rod so thick it dwarfed her ankle, trapping her, cornering the Omega for mating. Unsure if Shepherd had heard, she used her feet to scoot away from the male until her back hit the wall, and tried again. "Food… we can't go out... hunted, forced. They're killing us." Her blown pupils looked up at the intimidating male and pleaded for him to understand. "You are the Alpha in Thólos, you hold control... we have no one else to ask."

  "So you foolishly walked into a room full of feral males to ask for food?" He was mocking her, his eyes mean, even as he grinned.

  The horror of the day, the sexual frustration of her heat, made Claire belligerently raise her head and meet his eyes. "If we don't get food, I'm dead anyway."

  Seeing the female grimace through another cramping wave, Shepherd growled, an instinctual reaction to a breeding Omega. The noise shot right between her legs, full of the promise of everything she needed. His second, louder grumbled noise sang inside her, and a wave of warm slick drenched the floor below her swollen sex, saturating the air to entice him.

  She could not take it. "Please don't make that noise."

  "You are fighting your cycle," he grunted low and abrasive, beginning to pace, watching her all the while.

  Shaking her head back and forth, Claire began to murmur, "I've lived a life of celibacy."

  Celibacy? That was unheard of... a rumored story. Omegas could not fight the urge to mate. That was why the Alphas fought for them and forced a pair-bond to keep them for themselves. The smell alone drove any Alpha into a rut.

  He growled again and the muscles of her sex clenched so hard she whined and curled up on the floor.

  It was hard enough to make it through estrous locked in a room alone until the cycle broke, but his damn noise and the smell invading past the rotting stickiness of her clothing was breaking her insides apart.

  The degrading way he spoke made her open her eyes to see the beast standing still, his massive erection apparent despite layers of clothing. "How long does your heat typically last, Omega?"

  Shivering, suddenly loving the sound of that lyrical rasp, she clenched her fists at her sides instead of beckoning him nearer. "Four days, sometimes a week."

  "And you have been through them all in seclusion instead of submitting to an Alpha to break them?"

  "Yes."

  He was making her angry, furious even, with his stupid questions. Every part of her was screaming out that he should be stroking her and easing the need. That it was his job! With her hand still pressed over her nose and mouth, her muffled, broken explanation came as a jumbled, angry rant, Claire hissing, "I choose."

  He just laughed, a cruel, coarse sound.

  Omegas had become exceptionally rare since the plagues and the following Reformation Wars a century prior. That made them a valuable commodity which Alphas in power took as if it was their due. And in a city brimming with aggressive Alphas like Thólos, she'd been trapped in a life of feigning existence as a Beta just to live unmolested, spent a small fortune on heat-suppressants, and locked herself away with the other few celibates she knew when estrous came. Hidden in plain sight before Shepherd's army sprung out of the Undercroft and the government was slaughtered, their corpses left strung up from the Citadel like trophies.

  Claire had been forced into hiding the very next day, when the unrest inspired the lower echelons of population to challenge for dominance. Where there had been order, suddenly all Thólos knew was anarchy. Those awful men just took any Omega they could find; killing mates and children in order to keep the women—to breed them or fuck until they died.

  "What is your name?"

  She opened her eyes, elated he was listening. "Claire."

  "How many of you are there, little one?"

  Trying to focus on a spot on the wall instead of the large male and where his beautiful engorged dick was challenging the zipper of his trousers, she turned her head to where her body craved to nest, staring with hunger at the collection of colorful blankets, pillows—a bed where everything must be saturated by his scent.

  An extended growl warned, "You are losing your impressive focus, little one. How many?"

  Her voice broke. "Less than a hundred... We lose more every day."

  "You have not eaten. You're hungry." It
was not a question, but spoken with such a low vibration that his hunger for her was apparent.

  "Yesss." It was almost a whine. She was so near to pleading, and it wasn't going to be for food.

  The prolonged answering growl of the beast compelled a gush of slick to wet her so badly, she was left sitting in a slippery puddle. Doubling over, frustrated and needy, she sobbed, "Please don't make that noise," and immediately the growl changed pitch. Shepherd began to purr for her.

  There was something so infinitely soothing in that low rumble that she sighed audibly and did not bolt at his slow, measured approach. She watched him with such attention, her huge, dilated pupils a clear mark that she was so very close to falling completely into estrous.

  Even when Shepherd crouched down low, he towered over her, all bulging muscle and musky sweat. She tried to say the words, "Only instincts..." but jumbled them so badly their meaning was lost.

  Starting with the scarf, he unwound the items that tainted her beautiful pheromones, purring and stroking every time she whimpered or shifted nervously. When he pulled her forward to take away the reeking cloak, her eyes drew level with his confined erection. Claire's uncovered nose sniffed automatically at the place where his trousers bulged. In that moment all she wanted, all that she had ever wanted, was to be fucked, knotted, and bred by that male.

  Only instincts...

  Shepherd pressed his face to her neck and sucked in a long breath, groaning as his cock jumped and began to leak to please her. He had gone into the rut, there was no changing that fact, and with it came a powerful need to see the female filled with seed, to soothe what was driving her to rub against her hand in such a frenzy.