by Addison Cain
Not a speck of trust was in those violet eyes. There couldn’t be when something so vulnerable had been used so callously. A man who watched everything, who could read a person with a single look saw…
…how lonely she was. How even surrounded by three of the most powerful Alphas in Dale City, she felt unsafe.
As if trying to justify this, Kieran increased the pressure on her clit. “We treat the females in the pen good.”
The female gave an obligatory nod, breathing through the discomfort and what had to be an overwhelming urge to empty her bowels.
“I’ll pull out and help you to the bathroom, but not until you cum.”
Her eyes begged, and they begged beautifully.
“You can do this.” He pulsed where he corked her, offering a single growl to stimulate where he teased. “Can’t you, pretty girl? Can’t you cum for me?”
The seductive drawl of an Alpha purr-laced order began to work its magic. Kieran could smell it on her, smell the arousal despite the discomfort. Another growl rumbled past his lips, loud and hungry. He poured that noise over her trembling limbs, into her body, and drew out the tiniest mewl when she unwittingly obeyed.
It wasn’t an obliterating orgasm, but it was enough to take the edge off.
Half her tension melted away.
“I’m going to pull out.” Giving her an approving smile, he took ahold of the base of his cock, slowly working his way out. “Hold it all in. Can you do that for me? Can you keep all of my cum inside this beautiful ass? I’ll help you get up, and I’ll take care of you.”
Chapter 9
Caspian had pounded her into a blubbering mess against the wall, then held her open like a prize kill for his pack to feast on. The dominant Alpha with red lipstick smeared on his chest had ordered his men to force orgasm after orgasm until pleasure burned each nerve and left her gasping in fizzling shocks instead of rapture.
She’d been made to tolerate two tongues rasping a throbbing clit. Nibbling teeth marking her thighs. The looks in the eyes of the males.
Possession, desire, impatience…
Yet when it was over, she had not been treated with the care an Alpha should show. No water, no real rest.
She was here to serve and play a role. And somehow she’d already disappointed them.
Kieran hadn’t given a shit for her comfort, seeking his own in her pain. His weight had offered no safety, he had given no purr.
Wren wasn’t as naive as these men seemed to think. She knew some males took their pleasure in unnatural ways. It had been awful, completely uncomfortable, but she’d endured. There had even been a moment near the end where it wasn’t all bad, and something about that had been worse than the initial discomfort.
She didn’t want to enjoy—and both males in very different ways had reduced her to some animal state where a bone-deep gratification was found in their evils. Their lie of coupling.
They made her truly defective.
Good men did not treat their females like this.
Damaged men drunk on power did.
Good men pulled frightened girls out of the mud they were dropped in. They took them in, sheltered them, taught them to forage, and learned their silent language.
Wren had known a good man once.
A man who had never tried to touch her without permission.
A man who was gone and who would never come back.
She’d been unable to give him... this. But if she had, she would have done any of these depraved acts with all her heart if it would have pleased him half as much as Kieran watching her release her bowels had.
Caspian’s Second had cooed and pet her, a completely different man as she cramped in humiliation and spilled. Kissing her forehead, he’d called her a good girl, the context very different than when Caspian spoke the same words.
He had put her in an honest-to-god shower when it was over and washed her head to toe, purring so loudly she was unable to push him away like she should have.
Starved for comfort, she had accepted it from the worst of them.
She’d even cried on his chest, and clung to him as precious warm water rushed over the various stings and hurts. She’d drunk the rivulets running over his hairless chest, rubbed her face against skin that held to the fragrant lie of safety.
Held by the Second, Wren had fallen apart.
A man she didn’t like slowly put her back together.
How the women here survived the mind-fuck, she’d never know. It was so much more damaging than anything physical they might do to her body. The offering of a dedicated Alpha to a tired, run down Omega in need of succor was cracking her mind.
There were moments where it almost felt honest, where she felt a connection. And it was a lie.
Wren had not forgotten about the red lipstick smeared over Caspian’s heart. She’d never forget the way Kieran had layered anger and threats in his viciousness on the bed.
And Toby, he appeared sweet and accommodating, but there was something in his smile that spoke of a man holding on to sanity by a thread.
Three worse males could not exist.
At least the Alpha who’d torn her maidenhead had been clear in his intentions. These Alphas were anything but.
When even warm water would not stop her shaking, Kieran made assurances, “You need to eat something, sweet thing. That’s all this is.”
No, it wasn’t all this was.
“I’ll give you a hit of the good stuff for the pain. It will make the rest of the night…” Even Kieran couldn’t tell that lie.
She shook her head. She’d seen firsthand what the Syndicate’s drugs could do.
The other males invaded Caspian’s bathroom, watching from the door, though they might as well have been skin to skin with her. She could feel them real enough, smell their various scent-markers, hear their purrs or lack thereof.
Her break was over.
After swallowing all the water she could hold, rinsed of foulness, Wren pulled her arms from the thing that had been holding her up. She stepped away from the purring Alpha and did not meet his eyes as she signed. “Let’s get this over with.”
Ever interested, Toby asked, “What does that mean?”
It meant that she wanted to see Mikael and that she still had to let Toby put his very swollen organ into her body. Fighting the shakes, she used the alphabet she’d taught him earlier, slowly spelling out. “Your turn.”
He sounded it out, letter by letter, grinning from ear to ear when understanding struck home. “Step away from Kieran and come to me. Come be all mine, sunshine.”
Naked, wet, bruised, and sore, Wren forced a smile and put on the show Kieran had demanded in exchange to see her boy. She abandoned the suddenly grumbling Alpha in the shower. Ignored the looming largeness of their spying leader, and padded across the floor to present herself to Toby.
The air grew ripe with the musk of thrilled male.
Purring, projecting soothing vibration both raw and rich, Toby pulled off his shirt.
It was the first time he’d disrobed before her.
The Third was just as well-muscled as the other males, but covered in dye saturated flesh common on gangsters. Tattoos, some well-drawn, some old, faded, and from another era marked his chest and arms. When her attention ran over his art, he displayed, posturing with a great deal of enthusiasm.
Scars, there were so many scars under the ink: bullet wounds, gashes, tallies.
This freakish man had saved her special dress… twice.
He had also shoved a fist into her body only this morning.
Eyes caught on the throbbing monstrosity hanging like a gnarled tree branch between his legs, Wren bit her lip. It twitched under her gaze, jumping as if already seeking out the sleeve that would end its pain.
She should not have thought of it as something that was alive, but it looked alive with all those pulsating veins and a drip, drip, dripping head—a salivating alien slug ready to burrow and eat her from the inside out.
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sp; “I want you to scent me.” He trailed his fingers from a ripped chest to a meaty neck. “Here. Take all the time you need. When you’re ready, take my hand. Together we’ll build a nest and share it properly. I won’t force you against the wall or on an unprepared bed. Give me a chance to respect the communion.” Reaching out, fingers carded through her dripping hair. “I know something special when I see it.”
Everything he said seemed like the perfect speech an Alpha might make when presented with a bride, but Wren had heard enough in simple banter between these males to know that Toby had no idea how to respect the communion.
If he did, he would not have done that to his genitals, or been eager to inflict it on her.
“You want her to build a nest on my bed to fuck you in it?” Caspian was not at all pleased, rumbling a warning as he staunchly refused to purr.
“You said anything.” Brows dropping over her ice-cold eyes, Toby turned, put himself between Wren and the First. “I want to nest with her.”
“You know what happens when you nest.”
Reaching back to nudge his knuckles under Wren’s chin, Toby smirked as if thrilled by the idea. “I get attached.”
That was far more terrifying than his raging, deformed hard-on.
Scowl becoming a frown, Toby sniffed the air over Wren’s head before snarling at Caspian. “You frightened her! Boss, we had an agreement.”
Unmoved, like a fucking wall of stone, Caspian, the male who publicly wore a coat made out of people stated, “She should be frightened. You’re a fucking mental case who gets his kicks in interrogation and torture. I saw you cum cutting off Gizzard’s feet a week ago. Play house, but don’t mislead the mouse. You’re no prince charming, and the Warrens rat isn’t going to turn into a queen.”
Red anger burned, turning eyes that had been ice to fire. “Nellie had a good life with me!”
“Fuck with all the Betas you want. Omegas…” Eyes catching on the only Omega in the room, Caspian caught himself, snapping his teeth audibly and thinning his lips.
Omegas what?
“Sir, Toby prepared her just as you ordered.” Kieran wrapped a towel around his waist, and came to stand between them. Eyeing the dripping woman holding tight to her middle he said, “Take a trip to the pen and leave them to it. Take out your rut on the girls, not our pack brother. Rosie is real keen on making up with you. Let her try.”
Pushing his weight from the door frame, Caspian stalked forward, right up into Toby’s equally snarling face. “She better not be damaged when I get back.”
No. No. No. No. No. No. Caspian could not leave her alone with this guy. Kieran was intimidating for sure, but if things got out of hand, as he had so kindly hinted they would, she needed a male of Caspian’s power and repute to keep her from what might be a terrible death.
“It’s okay.” Toby rounded on her, finding Wren falling into a panic. “It’s okay, sunshine. He’s in the rut. He doesn’t want to share. That’s all it is. I could list off scary shit he’s done too; same with Kieran. You enjoyed accepting both of them. You’ll enjoy being with me too.”
She had not enjoyed Kieran, and she had been reduced to a mindless slavering animal when Caspian had played his games.
Slipping around Toby before he could get a good grip on wet flesh, Wren made a grab for Caspian’s hand.
Eyes wide with meaning, chest rising and falling and rattling out a broken purr to entice, Wren held on and dug in her feet.
Stay.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Laying her ear atop the red stain on his chest, she enticed the only way that she could. It wasn’t even worth feeling disgrace in this act. She knew exactly how degrading this was.
Lacing her fingers with his, feeling his disinterest in holding her hand, Wren gently tried to lead him from the room. He did follow, but not in good spirits. He followed, vibrating with warning her that imminent punishment would be had for this. Still, she got him to his chair, and urged him to sit.
Hands to his chest, she leveled the snarling male with a look that said, please stay. She pet him in the way she’d come to learn he enjoyed, ignoring the sound of breaking things and roaring from the bathroom.
“It was MY TURN!”
“Calm down, Toby. I’ll drag her back in here and hold her down for you if I have to.”
Patting Caspian’s chest, urging him to stay just so, Wren took a deep breath. On the exhale, she left the First-Alpha and walked back to the bathroom to find Toby attacking anything he could get his hands on.
Shelves had been ripped off the walls, sundry items crushed. Chaos abounded.
He looked every bit as insane as she’d suspected he was, and it was adrenaline alone that kept her moving forward. When he side-eyed her, snorting like a raging bull, she forced a shy smile and held out her hand.
Chapter 10
A hair's breadth away from breathing fire, Toby stalked through his carnage—one eye dilated fully, the other stuck and somewhat twitching. He snorted, muscles in his neck jumping while the male rattled like a pissed-off snake.
The female dared return.
Slight, her teeth knocking together. Pretty lips shaped into a smile.
A lie.
It reeked of fear. They always reeked of fear.
Her little, bare feet padded over broken bits of jagged-edged debris until the soft tinge of Omega blood seasoned the air just enough for his nostrils to twitch.
She’d hurt herself to come to him.
Good.
Let her get on her knees and beg after blatant rejection, and maybe she’d live through the night.
But she didn’t genuflect. Instead the pale, colorless thing put her hands to his chest as if they were intimate, and pressed the cold tip of her nose to his heart. Her loud, nasal inhale left a brain frazzled twinge popping cells in his skull.
Toby stilled… abnormally so.
Not even breath stretched his ribs. The I’m-going-to-pulverize-every-bone-in-your-pelvis growl caught mid vibration, when the pretty thing placed an ear to his chest.
The world grew so silent, Toby was sure his beating heart had gone stagnant.
This was death, right there in the form of an albino beauty. One who had given him the basics of her language only this morning. Him. No one else.
She…
She smelled divine.
That first deep breath, groaning into her hair, Toby clawed at her flank and snapped her flush to his body. Reciprocating, the Omega nosed his neck as she should have at first blush, stroking him with the flutter of an unsure female purr.
Soft fingers sought out the shape of him, tracing over the ridges of muscle that flexed in his arms. She reached higher still to massage the shell of his ears between gentle forefinger and thumb.
No one had ever touched him there, in that way, before. And it felt… wonderful.
He would have sworn he felt the hot salt of tears run down the clenched muscles of his stomach, but when she pulled back and met his eyes, a smile was there.
She signed, one hand cupping his cheek, the other spelling out her invitation.
When I was sold, the mate who rejected me never allowed me to build him a nest.
It took Toby both time and focus to make out what she tried to communicate; each stumbled-over word dragging him back from that abnormal stillness. When the sentence was strung together, he pressed his forehead to hers and rumbled out a deep, “What was his name?”
The way the female cut her glance to the side and grew withdrawn spoke for her. She even put her fingers to the black tattoo on her cheek and made a noise of remembrance.
Toby liked the mark, he liked the intention behind it, and he especially liked this woman.
That mark had saved her for him.
This female whom he wanted to nest with. This female who had never been given the chance to build one for her mate.
One-hundred percent serious, Toby snarled an offer. “Want me to kill him?”
Eyes th
e same shade as the violet tea set his mother used to favor, darted back to his. They dilated just a touch, the effect ruined when she… laughed.
A real laugh, from a fear-tightened chest.
Grinning, all teeth and ill intentions, Toby felt the banging clamor revved back to life behind his ribs. He took it a step further, the loudest purr of the pack spinning its way out of his bones and into her very naked and extremely appealing body.
Kieran, ever the unwelcome male, gaped from where he dared watch Toby put his hands on the pretty one. The pretty one who had not so much as spared a glance for the cocky, good-looking jackass.
She had come in here for him.
Which was perfect because he wanted to keep her.
She understood. He knew it.
That was why she smiled and purred and gave him her undivided attention.
But he’d scared her…
“I could find him.” Toby cupped her face and pulled her sweet stare back up to his eyes. “Just give me a name.”
Her head shook, but it was not in defiance. He could tell by the soft dip of her eyebrows, that she didn’t know it.
“Had you been presented in my house, I would have mated you.” Sweeping aside her wet hair, he let his fingers dance on her shoulder. “Marked you here.”
Her sweet purr caught, the female burying her face in his chest where she began to shiver. Bending down, he set his teeth to that spot, gnawing just enough to inspire a yelp.
A stronger tinge of fear wafted from her skin.
He’d hardly broken skin. Lapping at only a single well of blood, Toby fisted the biggest knotted erection he’d ever achieved and rubbed the tender length against her belly. The weeping head caught on the underside of her tits, smearing the woman with the promise of what he could offer.
“Your sweet pussy is going to take it all. You’re going to take it, and you’re going to like it.”
Swollen ridges and throbbing bumps tripped over her soft skin, Toby indulging in the pain, knowing that when release began, it would be hours-long brain-burning pleasure.
