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

by Addison Cain

  The rut came full upon him, the Alpha mindless in his quest to seed fertile ground. Cunt walls slippery with slick, clenched and rattled as he pounded his dick deeper yet. The wet sucking sound of her pussy, the smack of his balls against her ass, each note stabbed into the base of his cock swelling it bigger and bigger.

  He sucked the tip of one bobbing tit so hard the female shrilled. He moved to the other breast to bite and bruise so she’d know who’d fucked her. All the while, paltry scratches from petite hands brought a pleasing sting to his back and arms.

  Her body was ready; he could smell it in the tinge of her fear.

  Knot throbbing with renewed vigor to engorge, he ground her down into that sad nest and hooked the sweet spot behind her pelvis.

  His every throb would tease that bundle of nerves, edging her closer to true bloom and his own ultimate release.

  “Fight all you want, pretty mouse. There’s no getting away now.” No chance of escape. All she could do was surrender to a greater power.

  Sucking a kiss from a hissing mouth, Caspian stole a thumb between their warring pelvises to rub careful circles on the sweet little clitty he’d excited into a pert nub. His balls drew painfully tight when she jolted at one touch, boiling seed churning into that which would be a mighty first eruption.

  “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum, it will be leaking down your thighs for a week—bloat out that little belly, you’ll be so full.” Violently rocking against her, rubbing his knot in the spot that would make her wail, he watched blown eyes roll back in her skull.

  Faster his thumb went until the Omega made the perfect soundless scream.

  The clench around his knot twisted like a pair of hands, streaming up his aching shaft to pull the cum right out of his balls. He flooded her with globs of jizz, glorying in her whines for mercy.

  The little mouse reared back, legs kicking out in an attempt to unseat him.

  Fierce for something so small.

  Beautiful in her mindless surrender to orgasm.

  A second great volley of seed shot past the knot to spray out the head of his cock, an Alpha roar shaking the walls.

  She drew out a third, a fourth, and a fifth burst of pleasure, milking him for all she was worth until Caspian was sure his balls had shriveled to nothing.

  “Good girl.”

  Bad, bad, dirty, naughty girl. He was going to do such things to her.

  A whine on the end of her every breath, his captured mouse’s internal wrench began to ebb. The knot bobbed in time to the beat of his heart, trapping all he’d spilled and leaving Caspian thoroughly satisfied.

  He hadn’t come that hard in… maybe ever… and the greedy male was in no hurry to give it up. Wet, hot heat would stay wrapped around him for an hour yet if he was any judge.

  Already tempted to wring another orgasm out of her just so he could make her clench around his impressive knot, Caspian licked at her neck. A purr rattled from him louder than any he’d offered a good fuck in the past, one that put his little captive straight into a stupor.

  Free to move her as he wished, he sat back on his heels, drawing her little body with him. With her draped down his thighs he got a good view of her pussy stuffed with his meat. Glorious. That was a stretch she’d feel for days to come, each twinge when she walked reminding her of who owned her now.

  Her little clit was trying to hide under its hood. Caspian peeled back the skin and gave the shiny nub a light flick. His Omega twitched but didn’t wake.

  “Kieran.” Caspian didn’t need to turn to know his pack mate stood behind him. He’d smelled him from the moment he’d stepped into the room.

  Chuckling, arousal in his voice, his subordinate said, “I hope you don’t mind that I took in the end of the show? With all that noise, I came in thinking I’d have to stop you from claiming the girl.”

  “Come here.” Voice hoarse and breathless, Caspian waved off the idea as if he hadn’t been extremely tempted to bite down on soft skin. “Suck her. I need to feel her come again.”

  His Second-Alpha didn’t need to be told twice. Stomping right through the nest, Kieran went to his knees at his boss’ side and buried his face where Caspian held back the hood from the Omega’s tender clit.

  Though he couldn’t see more than the back of his Second’s head, Caspian could feel the warm spit and swipe of another man’s tongue when it brushed his shaft as he pleasured the mouse.

  Dazed, she began to arch and buck, still locked tight to a pulsating knot.

  Watching for the moment, she realized another partook of her body, Caspian began to rock his shaft inside her again.

  Just as she began to peak, her eyes flew open, a ring of violet around huge pupils.

  High as a fucking kite on him and already eager to climax again.

  Without lifting his head from her nub, Kieran reached out a hand and covered her scream. The girl came even harder than the first time, wringing more sperm from Caspian’s cock until he was certain he was bone dry. And still she came and came until tears ran from the corner of her eyes and Caspian had to rip Kieran off.

  His Second wiped the back of his hand over his slick-smeared mouth, eyes wild with need as he growled, “I want to fuck her next.”

  “No.” Not yet. The little mouse only just had her first taste of what was to come. “You can have Rosie tonight. I’m done with her.”

  Watching the distraught Omega, Kieran offered the purr Caspian was unable to create, still groaning in pleasure as he was.

  The Second-Alpha’s hand brushed sweat-soaked hair from the woman, admiring what they both knew was a special kind of beauty. “When can I have this one? I want to know what made you roar like that.”

  Barely able to catch his breath, little spurts still being drawn from his near empty sack, Caspian gave a lopsided grin. “Fuck Rosie. I’m not ready to share.”

  “And Toby?”

  “Have him take that boy to a doctor.” All this fun would go to shit if that kid died before Caspian was done with his new toy. “When he’s back, he can fuck Rosie too.”

  Chapter 7

  Wren would never forget the sensation of a cork popping—hot fluid spraying out between her legs, irritating stinging skin and leaving a lapping puddle under the blanket.

  She’d still been in a daze when that fat snake of meat had slithered from her body, the stroke of a rough-skinned hand down the side of her face Caspian’s only goodbye.

  She’d slept like the dead when it was done, waking sore and sticky…

  And lonesome.

  The sound of the boys’ gaming console blared its racket in the front room, encouraging Wren to forget her embarrassment and climb groaning from the soiled nest. Hand pressed between her legs, fingers growing drenched with the lingering taint that dripped out, she limped to her dresser and dug out some clothes.

  Soft flannel seemed to scratch such sensitive skin, pants leaving her hissing in pain when pulled them over bruises.

  She felt filthy both in body and spirit, biting back a cry when she turned and saw the state of her nest.

  Wreckage.

  Unwilling to wade through cum-soaked bedding to fix it, Wren turned her back and went to the door.

  Forcing herself forward, she breathed through the aching discomfort between her legs and rounded the hall to find it was not Mikael slapping the controller and cursing at the screen.

  He saw her the second she saw him—the shaved head Alpha who’d broken into her home with his boss.

  The entirety of his carriage changed when she instinctively snarled, the male no longer casual or focused on fun. He moved slowly, lowering the controller and rising to stand. “I’m Toby.”

  Who cared?

  The couch had no Mikael on it. Where was her boy?

  “There are books in here, so Caspian assumed you knew how to read.” The voice didn’t match the gruff demeanor or creepy smirk. It was cultured, educated even. The man gestured to the coffee table where his feet had rested only moment

s before. “He left you a letter.”

  That would mean she had to walk closer to this stranger, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

  “Can you read?”

  In a temper, Wren signed, “Read this, you fucking scumbag. Where is Mikael?”

  “I picked up the read part and the fuck bit. I think it’s safe to say the rest was something you’re going to regret later.”

  “I regret every goddamn thing that happened today!”

  “Calm down. I’m not here to upset you.” The man held his hands out in a conciliatory gesture, but failed to lose that unsettling grin or the unwavering stare. “You got a raw deal. Have a seat, I’ll get you some water. You’ll read the letter, and that will be that.”

  The need to know her boy was okay outweighed her need to stay away from all males forever. Hobbling cautiously closer, Wren snatched the folded paper, backing away as soon as it was in her fingers. When her back hit the wall, she set her eyes to the chicken scratch:

  The boy was taken to a doctor in Shirley.

  -C

  Tossing the letter aside she signed, “Which doctor? I want to see him! Where is Alec?”

  “I don’t know what you’re saying.” But he damn well knew what her intent was.

  The boys. The reason she pressed a hand between her aching legs and slipped down to the floor until her butt hit cracked tile. They were her reason for all of it and neither of them were here.

  Alec had not come home. Mikael was sick… and now missing.

  And she had whored herself out...

  Taking a second to regroup, to figure out why the room was spinning, Wren closed her eyes and tried to think.

  Toby trod across the tile to use her filtration system and pour a fresh cup. When he reached where she’d tucked her head against her knees, he patted her shoulder, murmuring, “Here. You’re lightheaded because you need water. Lots of water. Omegas are special in this way.”

  She took the cup expressly so he’d back away, which he did. And then she drank. When it was empty he gave her another.

  “I have something for you. It might cheer you up.”

  Rubbing her temples, Wren hardly spared him a look. Still, his smirk became a full-fledged grin.

  Reaching behind her couch, he pulled pretty fabric out with a flourish. Her dress.

  Her favorite dress.

  Pathetic, she stared at it, eyes wet and heart giving a single thump.

  He crept forward, dress in hand, until he kneeled where she sat. “Keep it. Caspian doesn’t need to know.”

  Tentative fingers stretched out to touch the coarse weave.

  Snatching it to her nose, Wren buried her face in something familiar and special, breathing in lungfuls of air that smelled how she had before an Alpha drenched her in his filth.

  “Come on.” Careful of the bruises on her arm, he pulled her up. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

  Dress clutched to her chest, she stumbled beside him, the place between her legs throbbing. He bore more of her weight than she was willing to admit, going so far as to wrap an arm around her waist. Once back in her room, the ruined nest gave her no comfort. So Wren pushed free of her guide, grabbing a pillow and the only dry blanket in the puddle of cum. Both were dragged to the corner where she plopped down and fell asleep almost instantly.

  When morning came, she was shivering in the corner alone without the sound of either boy banging around in the front room.

  In misery.

  ***

  Managing repairs on the pipeworks, keeping rival factions from gaining even an inch of his hard-won labors, and negotiating with the thirsty powers-that-be tended to keep a man busy, but still Caspian found himself regularly checking the camera feeds recording the Omega’s hovel.

  Toby had done well with the install; the tiny surveillance machines buried into the crumbling brick had gone unnoticed. Every single room, all angles, were available. Not that he’d needed to access more than two so far.

  His Omega had not left the corner of her room in three days except to hobble to the bathroom or to grab more of that bracken she called water.

  She had not taken any food. Not even the shit fungus she’d tried to offer him when he’d come to call.

  It was starting to piss him off.

  He controlled ninety-percent of the water supply to the entirety of Dale City. Everyone who knew his name knew not to fuck with him.

  If the pretender Alpha government lording over them from above wanted clean drink, they had to pay. If they failed to pay, he shut off the valves and let the thirsty snobs above sort out new management. It never took long. After all, a human would die without water in a handful of days.

  Racketeering was good, honest money.

  Caspian had every Alpha in a thousand-mile radius by the balls.

  And still that Omega pouted in the corner, clinging to her torn dress Toby had disregarded orders to save for her.

  He had fucked her a bit more roughly than he’d intended too, sure. She had fought back in spectacular fashion… but she had also come gloriously multiple times.

  What was the issue?

  Why had she not repaired her nest or obsessively cleaned? He could still see mud smudges on the floor in the front room. Why had she not come to him?

  By this point, the Omega should have been scratching at his door asking for trinkets, credits… affection.

  Fuck, Rosie had been begging for his cock after the very first poke. Now that he had set her aside, she was skulking around trying to entice him back. He never went back to an old meal for more than a passing fuck, but he wasn’t a total bastard either. The women were allowed to stay under his protection if they wanted to. They were given comforts, food, and clean water. But they also had to serve for the privilege of belonging.

  Rosie was exclusively for Toby and Kieran’s enjoyment now. When his Second and Third were done with her, the general population would fight over that gnawed bone.

  Someday the little mouse would face that too.

  Or she’d scuttle back to her hovel a little richer in both credits and experience. Which might be for the best.

  Caspian didn’t enjoy the image of her catering to his workers, at least not until he’d supped his fill. For now, she was his. And until defensive instincts ran their course, he wasn’t going to share… unless it was for his own pleasure.

  The mouse would be lovely, pale and perfect, mauled by his Kieran and Toby.

  Eventually. But not yet.

  Not until Caspian had gorged.

  “Your cock is dripping down the front of your pants, boss.” Fucking Toby had been enjoying his distraction with the surveillance feeds a bit too much.

  Adjusting what had become a never-ending erection, Caspian gave a sincerely vicious warning growl to back off. “Unless you’re planning to suck me off, get the fuck away from me.”

  His Third chuckled. “Never seen you in the rut before. Why not have sweetcheeks brought here and take what’s yours until it passes?”

  Because something about having that Omega exposed to any of this felt extremely wrong.

  Toby looked at the screen where a curled up mouse slept in the corner. “A lot of pride for one little girl. She hasn’t even tried to fix that sorry excuse for a nest.”

  The rejection stung, and Caspian was growing livid. She should have been lying in his scent, crawling to his door, begging him for scraps!

  He was going to go over there and fuck her until she knew who owned her. Until every inch of her skin was marked with his cum and bleeding from bites.

  No… not bites. Powerful Alphas never claimed a single Omega. That was for the weak. Men like him bred them all, fucked who they would.

  Omegas were only a commodity to be traded and shared.

  Toby mocked in a whisper as he walked past, “Take her something pretty. Maybe she’ll forgive you for ruining her favorite dress.”

  Chapter 8

  It was so quiet without the boys running in and out. Alec wasn’t coming back anytime soon; not until his temper was spent. Wren had come to terms with that, but she hated having ten-year-old Mikael gone.

  She hated that not one knock had come to her door. No one wanted her wares now that the rumor must have spread that Caspian had come to call.

  How was she to salvage this?

  A person couldn’t exactly start over in the Warrens. This was it, there was nowhere to go. And she couldn’t afford passage to a higher neighborhood, not for all the kids and herself. And even if she could, there would be little honest work for a woman marked Defective.

  How would she feed them?

  All valuable salvage was hidden under the sinking, mud-spattered Warrens.

  Pointing her toes, flexing them, and pointing them again, Wren counted the cracks in the wall.

  This home wouldn’t last much longer. It would sink in a year, two tops. Already it was dangerously close to the waterline. A single tremor and she’d be drowned.

  The boys deserved better.

  In order to provide it, Wren had to get off the floor.

  But everything ached; her mouth was cotton, and her eyes could not be trusted. She kept seeing men in her room. First the shaved head invader who’d given her back the dress tucking a scratchy blanket around her. Then the shaggy haired gunman pressing water to her lips.

  And now… now it almost looked as if Caspian stood in her door.

  “You haven’t eaten in three days.”

  A slow blink and Wren closed her eyes.

  “You have not repaired your nest.”

  That thing was no longer a nest. It was a cesspool where she’d been used and abandoned. Not fit for rats… or even a mouse.

  “Don’t you want to know how Mikael is doing?”

  This dream was cruel, cruel enough to trick her into opening her eyes again.

  The phantom Alpha had come even closer. “I have brought you food.”

  She wasn’t hungry.

  “And clean water.”

  The water she provided was fine.

  The ground grew lumpy as if the foundations were already bursting apart. Soon the mud would rush in and she’d be buried like the kids outside.

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