Silent Captive: A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Dark Romance

by Addison Cain

  A soft smile back was offered. It had been good. Considering the man and how much she disliked him, it had even almost felt real.

  In a heartbeat, his expression cleared of bewilderment, skepticism inching into those piercing eyes.

  Skepticism was a second language to her.

  Signing, knowing he couldn’t understand and would make no effort to, Wren let her fingers dance. “I want to be happy too. I never wanted to be abandoned, to bury children, to live one hungry day to the next. You want a fancy Omega? That’s a game I can play.”

  “What did you say?” he cocked his chin toward the pad of paper on the desk. “Write it down.”

  Lips wistful, she shook her head, signing, “It means this.”

  Wren stepped forward again, put her lips to his mouth, and gave him a very real kiss. One she wished she could give to another.

  Chapter 5

  Wren hadn’t paid much attention to her surroundings when she’d been brought into the Pipeworks, lugging an armful of goods. She’d kept her head down, embarrassed… knowing everyone who saw her pegged the exact reason Caspian marched her forward.

  That they could smell that it was his sperm that had leaked out and soaked her pants.

  But it was different now that she had been prepared for him and his pack. They stared, and she had no blankets or shapeless clothes to hide behind. All she had was Kieran, who she clung to as if he weren’t the cause of her humiliating parade.

  He didn’t seem to mind her arms entwined around one of his, or how she half-hid herself against his body. “None of them will touch you.”

  Bullshit. Men didn’t look at a woman like that unless they were damn well planning to touch them.

  Christ, if these men with Caspian’s symbol, the black hand, engulfing the lower half of their faces found out where she lived when this was over, she would be literally and figuratively screwed.

  And this couldn’t be over soon enough.

  The room Toby had prepared for her wasn’t exactly close to Caspian’s. The walk involved changing levels, various halls and corridors, a complete change in scenery back to the gritty underbelly of the water filtration plant Caspian controlled.

  He lived in the thick of it, away from the lush corridors upstairs.

  Guards flanked an ominous door across a catwalk, so high above the churning systems below, that Wren kept her eyes locked straight ahead. One stupid glance down and all that water Kieran had made her drink would come back up.

  Her courier noticed the hesitancy in her steps. “You’ll get used to it. Close your eyes if you want. I won’t let you fall.”

  What was worse? Keeping them open and knowing what was ahead, or trusting the smirking gangster at her side?

  “I can carry you across… just this once.”

  No way. Shaking her head, stinking of dread, Wren took that first step. Because that’s how life was. No one was going to carry you, unless there was a price. And Wren had already bought more than she could afford.

  The door was almost within reach when Kieran pulled her to stop. “Wait.”

  Perking her ears, Wren heard what had stopped their progress—very vocal sounds of a man at the cusp of orgasm.

  Caspian.

  The muffled grunts came to an end, the male words that followed dampened by concrete walls and that guarded door, indecipherable.

  The portal ahead slid open. A woman wiping a lipstick-smeared mouth still dripping with cum stepped out.

  She was a beauty if ever there was one. Buxom, tall. Dressed to appeal, and even sporting expensive cosmetics on her face. Caspian’s scent wafted from her, as did the sweet smell of Omega slick.

  This specimen was what all men wanted.

  The stunning blonde startled when she found an audience waited, and what had been a victorious smile turned into a glower. “Who are you?”

  It was always awkward when someone asked her name, Wren already pointing to her mouth and shaking her head.

  Kieran answered for her. “This is Jax.”

  Hand to her hip, licking up a dribble of cum at the corner of her mouth, the beauty smiled again. It was not friendly. “It’s always good to meet a new girl. I look forward to some chit chat when you get to the pen. I’ll show you the ropes.”

  “She can’t speak, Rosie.” Kieran was enjoying this exchange, his saucy response making no secret of it. “And this one isn’t sleeping in the pen. Caspian put her up in the big room.”

  The woman scoffed. “Yeah, well, he put me up in the big room at first too.” Lashes darkened by smeared mascara, fanned down, Rosie taking a good, long look at the tattoo on Wren’s cheek. “We’ll see how long you last.”

  Kieran tutted, a playful bend to his voice. “He’s given you more than he ever gave the others. Don’t be sore.”

  “I get it. She’s punishment for mouthing off last week. Message heard loud and clear, Captain.” She saluted the male, even winked provocatively before turning back to Wren and shrugging. “I’ve already sucked him off twice. I doubt he’ll even touch the defective merchandise.”

  One could only hope.

  The blonde edged nearer, pinching Wren’s blue hem. “That’s my dress…”

  Kieran spoke the woman’s name softly but with clear warning. “Rosie.”

  Blue eyes made extra bright by open invitation darted up to dance over Kieran’s smile. “I haven’t seen you all day. Walk me back, would ya, handsome? I’ll make it worth your trouble.”

  A male hand landed with enough force against Wren’s ass to smart. “Head on in, sweet cheeks. Tell Caspian I’ll be back later.”

  And like that, Wren was abandoned before the lion’s den.

  Blinking at the guards, not sure what to make of the feminine giggles and male laughter at her back, she let go a long, troubled sigh.

  In the blink of an eye, clean skin and a borrowed blue dress were no longer special. Stomach in knots, she could no longer pretend. Not after those few awkward minutes with Caspian’s woman.

  They already had an Omega, a perfect Omega. Wren had no idea where that left her or why she was here.

  The nervous habit of touching the tattoo left her fingers pressed to her cheek, teeth worrying her lower lip.

  The taste of cherries was no longer a treat.

  Behind that door was a man who’d just had another woman, who had been sated twice. A man she’d sold herself to, who’d taken her from her home only this morning so he wouldn’t have to slog through mud to fuck her.

  A man who had Mikael taken to a doctor and saved his life. How did one come to terms with such a dichotomy?

  Both guards openly watched her standing there, one kind enough to say, “You don’t have to knock. He’s expecting you. Go in.”

  She knocked anyway, buying a few precious seconds before she was faced with whatever confusing reality was beyond that door. After an agitated grumble, the door was yanked back, an irritated, shirtless Alpha leaning against the frame.

  He took a long look at her standing there alone, dressed in blue, clean, with fresh shiny gloss on her lips. “Mouse.”

  She nodded once at his greeting, signing hello.

  “Where’s Kieran?”

  Wren looked over her shoulder and back, peals of feminine laughter ringing out from the nearest corridor.

  “Hmmmm.”

  She wasn’t sure why, but the petulant look in his eye made her smirk. Offering the same purr she would have given a moody Alec, Wren stepped forward, ready to be off of the lofty gangway and perched in a room reeking of a man who did not require her attention.

  Small blessings and all that.

  He let her pass under his arm, giving her hair a not so subtle sniff.

  The inside was not what Wren had expected. Masculine, yes, but tidy. Well, organized chaos more like. Papers stacked up, piles of books, clutter. A large bed dominated one wall, a leather armchair facing it. A nearby table, large enough to seat eight, sported a half-eaten plate of food and a bowl of something unidenti
fiable.

  “That’s for you, pretty mouse.”

  By the size of dainty teeth marks in the sandwich, Wren knew whose leftovers these were. They belonged to the same woman who had left her discarded underwear on the floor. But food was food, so she reached forward.

  “Not that.” Caspian jerked his chin toward the bowl of wiggly mush. “That.”

  Wren would have rather eaten the sandwich, but took a chair and lifted the waiting spoon to taste green slop. It didn’t have a flavor worth mentioning… though it had a lot not worth mentioning. Slimy, it squished on her tongue, going down like swallowing a live slug.

  Eyes darting back to the plate with a sandwich and beautiful, fat grapes, Wren swallowed another bite.

  There must have been an unpleasant expression on her face, for Caspian narrowed his eyes, and growled, “It’s supposed to be good for you. And you’ll eat it all, every day.”

  Spoon in her mouth, she offered a conciliatory smile. Food was food, and she was grateful. Displaying her gratitude the only way she know he might grasp, she ate with vigor. Which was honestly easier—swallowing quickly dulled a portion of the non-taste.

  “Good girl.” When the last glob was swallowed, Caspian pointed to a pitcher under a dripping spout. “Water is there. You can drink as much as you want.”

  Kieran had said something similar when he’d fed her lunch, but it was still an almost jarring thing to hear. All the water you want, whenever you want.

  The Alpha obviously expected her to drink some now, so Wren stood and filled two glasses. Handing one to him, she saw bewilderment on his face. But he took the cup and drained it as she drained hers.

  “Have you had enough?”

  She nodded.

  “Good. I’m tired of waiting.” Snatching her empty cup from Wren’s hands, Caspian tossed them to patter over the table, and was on her a second later. Back to the wall, hot Alpha muscle melting her front, she gasped in surprise and found his tongue twisting into her mouth.

  She’d heard him climax. Smelled both his cum and a foreign Omega’s arousal in the air.

  She’d seen the slick soaked, discarded panties left by the leather chair!

  What was he doing?

  Yanking too hard at the zipper on the pretty blue dress led to the sound of tearing seams and another gasp. Fabric fell off one shoulder, hot lips fastening to uncovered skin long enough for her to draw breath.

  An endless Alpha growl worked against her shock, the pooling slick in the gusset of her panties already overflowing to trickle down pale thighs.

  That’s what he was after…

  Her scent.

  Caspian ran his hands through it, spread it over her hips, her ass. He rubbed it into blue fabric. In two minutes flat, he made a soggy mess of her.

  Clit throbbing, head swimming from the way he continued to take her mouth, Wren began to whine for mercy from that unrelenting growl. Her pussy was already pooling with slick, her body responding exactly as it should have. But still he continued to rumble out a call.

  Female fingers went over his mouth in a bid to silence him. He bit her, growling all the louder.

  Enough had been done to her today that this endless rumble, something so simple as a noise, was enough to set her insides to choke on nothing. It wasn’t an orgasm; it was a bid for mercy amidst her total confusion.

  Yes, his hand gripped her ass. Yes, a warm palm kneaded a blue-draped breast. But where he was focusing his attack was painfully ignored.

  Punishment?

  Was this for knocking at his door and making him get up to answer? Or for pulling a face at his generous offer of food?

  Hooking her leg at his hip she ground against his knee and could have groaned in agony when it was not enough.

  Not so long as he made that noise.

  His hand when to his fly. The male who smelled of another woman, whose cock was most likely still smeared with her red lipstick, was going to fuck her like this, in the most degrading way imaginable.

  Wren grew angry. Barking a growl of her own, she shoved him back.

  Panting, eyes wild and pupils enlarged, the Alpha roared, “Are you telling me no?”

  She put a hand to his thumping heart and tried to catch her breath. Suffocating on the heady stink of ardent Alpha, the lingering reek of another Omega, her own slippery offering, her body’s response was a jangled mix of instinctual demands.

  Present, be fucked. Reject, protect yourself.

  “I gave you food and water!”

  Wren closed her eyes, unsure why the room was spinning.

  “Shelter. My finest room!”

  She nodded, straining her neck forward so she might take a breath of him and be calmed.

  Though he practically vibrated with agitation, he let her nose his chest, barking, “Why do you do that? The others don’t. They strip like good whores and bend over.”

  The reminder was a necessary one. It didn’t matter if she was overwhelmed, if she was half-sick with the stink in the room, if she wanted it or not. She wasn’t here to enjoy what he did, just to bear it.

  Fingers went to the straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms until the garment might slip on its own and pool at her feet. Wren didn’t meet his eye when she shucked the sodden panties next. She just stood there, waiting for a command.

  Like a real whore.

  When he made no move to direct her, when he failed to touch, she peeked up under her lashes and found him glowering something fierce.

  “Next time you push me away, I’ll take what I want in a way you will not enjoy. Do you understand me, trembling mouse?”

  She displayed her understanding by reaching for his belt. Perfunctory, pulling it open as if she’d done so a thousand times, Wren parted his fly. There it was, red smears of what had probably been very pretty lipstick.

  The shudder that followed, she couldn’t have checked no matter how hard she might try.

  Still, her hands went to lift that beast, the throbbing of a still engorging cock almost hypnotic. Under her palms, it beat in rhythm to his heart, set the pace for her breaths, and grew all the larger.

  She’d never touched a cock before. There had never been a need to. Touching one now, smearing her fingers in the red until the pads had been stained, she held them up. Another woman’s mark on a man who used many. A man who had begun to grumble out a purr mutilated by more of that demanding growl for her slick.

  Looking from her stained fingers to his eyes, she took that hand and smeared red right over his heart… so she wouldn’t forget when her instincts began to cloud her mind. So she wouldn’t let herself enjoy.

  “Is my pretty mouse jealous? Is that what this is all about?” He seemed thoroughly pleased by the concept, a smirk growing on his ravaged face.

  Not jealous. Degraded.

  Chapter 6

  That look in her eye made his cock swell even fucking bigger, made it spray her with a gush of precum. Shucking his pants and kicking them out of the way, Caspian demanded she look at just who owned her now.

  When lavender eyes ran over his chest, when her pupils grew just a little larger, he purred. “Until you learn how to suck my cock better, mouse, Rosie will do it every day. Sometimes she’ll do it in front of you before I fuck you. Sometimes she’ll do it while you’re fucking Kieran or Toby. I like her mouth and I’ve paid for it.”

  The female nodded, expression closed no matter how much slick ran at his call.

  “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let her use her mouth on you.”

  No nod.

  Weighing a breast, Caspian warmed to the idea. “She can suck on these tits while I screw your brains out.”

  Nothing.

  Nipple rolled between forefinger and thumb, a quick tweak and pinch left the flesh pink and inviting. “She can lick your cunt, stretch your ass… get you ready for all the things I want to do to you.”

  The Omega pushed her legs together, the movement so subtle that had Caspian not been watching closely for a reac
tion, it would have been missed.

  He had found her limit so easily… and what a boring limit it was. “You disappoint me mouse…”

  Lavender eyes raised and for a split second he saw right into her thoughts. It wasn’t his disappointment that inspired his visceral reaction in that moment, it was hers. She was disappointed in him.

  The resulting prickly sensation in his bones twinged and twisted. It made demands. Caspian even fucking offered a deep, comforting purr before he could stop himself.

  White lashes drooped at the sound, but that unwelcome burn didn’t fully wash away.

  “Turn around.” He couldn’t take those eyes on him again. But he could take everything else.

  She obeyed.

  “Put your hands against the wall.” This was more natural: his command, a female’s obedience. “Wider, pretty mouse. Now your legs, step them apart and let me see how wet my good girl is for me.”

  When sweet thighs parted, a little river of slick rushed down her thighs. Proof that no matter her brooding looks, she desired him.

  Delving into wet folds with searching fingers, Caspian found no mark of damage from Toby’s order to prepare her.

  “Did you take all of Toby’s fist? Were you a good girl for my Third?”

  White hair danced at her lower back when his trapped mouse nodded.

  “Did you like it?”

  Her hesitation was not of the nature of the ones before. It was contemplative, the following shrug unsure.

  There was a bad girl in there. One who would learn the thrill of the things Caspian tempted her with. “Did you think of me when you came? Of Kieran? Whose knot did you imagine stretching this pussy?”

  The question startled her. Caspian could almost see the mouse’s ears pricking—recognized the shift in her scent. Interesting…

  Teasing slick-drenched fingers up and down her fluttering slit, he found himself pressed to her back, nose in her hair. When he growled, when his demand shook from his chest, he wanted her whole damn body to feel it. “Did you think of that first time I held you down and took everything you weren’t ready to give? How I own you now?” He plunged in two twisting digits, relishing her gasp as he finger fucked through all that seeping fluid. Loud squelching filthy noises filled the air, more delicious cries coming from the bad, bad girl he’d was going to teach her to be. “Did you think of your Alpha’s cock? Did you want my cum filling up this sweet cunt?”