by Addison Cain
The scent of Omega desire grew so thick in the air Caspian was drunk on it. She might play the innocent virgin, but the body pressing back against him was willing no matter the hesitations of the mind.
Breathing heavy at her ear, he swore. “I’ll fuck you so hard no other will ever compare.”
Fisting his cock, he lined up before she might brace, and shoved forward with such might her body hit the wall. Looking down at the trapped mouse, how her cheek was squished to the paint, how her eyes rolled and twitched, he savaged her hole.
He didn’t give her time to adjust to him, but forced everything he had in her belly.
He didn’t care if she yelped or mewled each time his sack slapped her ass.
There was nothing of thought when a cunt that tight rippled and spasmed and tempted him to conquer it. He was beyond rough. More than primal.
Those eyes owed him, and so Caspian rooted his fingers into her hair. Yanking back her head, licking at her mouth, he found the lavender gone.
Only black with the thinnest hint of an almost burgundy limbal ring. Eyes that were blank of anything but pleasure.
He’d fuck that out of her too. He’d fuck out the shy, abandoned thing keeping house in the Warrens. He’d fuck out the ferocious protector to two worthless boys. He’d fuck out the resistant, immaculate pretty mouse who looked so fucking good clean he’d almost kissed her at his door.
He’d fuck this creature into nothingness.
Destroy her.
Make her pay for existing in a world that didn’t revolve around him.
Drinking of her lips, high on her cries, Caspian gave over to the rage.
She’d dared look at him and found him wanting when he’d found her flawless. Her tight, wet sleeve of flesh that tried to milk at his cock dared to quiver and tempt this mating to end.
The fucking smell of her dared to incite feelings beyond victory and fire.
“Fucking slut!”
The roar shook out of his massive chest, rolling off the ceiling. Vibrating, every nerve alive with possession, he let slip a bellow.
A single, male call no woman before had earned.
If two other contenders had not opened the door, things might have gone too far. Caspian might have done more than drag his teeth to her shoulder and pinched the flesh.
He might have torn into her, just as he’d torn into her cunt.
Snarling, all animal, Caspian pulled his mouth from female flesh, snapping his teeth at the intruders. Boxing in his Omega with arms bulging, ready to strike should another male take one step closer, he growled.
“That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck her. Fuck her like the slut she is…” Eyes wild to find the barbarism of Caspian pounding the female, his Second wasted no time. Pants open, shirt yanked up, Kieran furiously began to jack off as he stood a wise distance away.
Toby, his beastly exposed dick hanging heavy and swollen, dripped precum on the floor. Eyes glazed, he muttered to himself, “I get her third.”
First-Alpha got first claim. No other male would taste his mouse unless they tasted him on her. That thought, the knowledge that his cum would lace every kiss the Second and Third might suck from her lips, the way she squealed when he redoubled his efforts and began to rumble with the coming pulse of an epic building knot, sent Caspian over the edge.
He was supposed to knot outside her and ease it into her pussy as it grew… that was the plan so that she might stretch and be ready for Toby later. But it was too late, his knot burst forth and locked tight behind her pubic bone. Balls heavy with unspent sperm drew up and ached with need to expel.
Omega cunt seized, coughing around him in a bid to seat his throbbing meat deeper. He was there, right on target when that the first mighty spray spewed forth to froth and churn in her relentless pulsating grasp.
Internal muscles sucked him for more, mangling his relentless knot in a grip of iron, and left the female wailing in the violence of her release.
“Turn her so I can see.” Breathy words, bent with short grunts of pleasure came from Kieran. “I want to see her hole stretched around you. I want to watch her cunt leak.”
To show off his conquest to the pack, to let them observe just what he owned, drew another thick wave of cum straight up Caspian’s shaft.
Hand wrapping the front of her throat, First-Alpha displayed his trophy.
Her feet could not reach the floor, not hung as she was on his cock. She dangled, pale legs pathetically kicking in a bid for support.
Kieran stroked himself faster, one thumb rubbing circles over his weeping crown. “God damn… look at that pussy. Stuffed fucking full. I bet you a thousand credits she’ll piss herself if you press down.”
Toby groaned, face one of twisted pleasure and misery, as his cock dumped sperm on the floor. He had not so much as stroked that thing—would not touch it until his turn—and still he spilled. “Let me taste.”
No. He wanted her muscles surging and struggling to handle his knot, not emptying her bladder and lessening the pressure. “Both of you come here and lick her. She comes the entire duration of my knot or neither of you will get a turn today.
Toby had already fallen to his knees before his First, tongue lashing its way up the girl’s leg. Kieran was at his side a second later, flick, flick, flicking a swollen clit.
Noises unlike any he’d heard from a female came from the mute one.
Music, her song… and Caspian came again.
The Omega’s legs were propped on his subordinate’s shoulders. Watching his two pack brothers fight over who might lick what, feeling her strain her body as if she might actually escape the attention of three males, it was perfection.
Chapter 7
Wren knew they’d somehow ended up on the bed. She knew the one who’d knotted her had hooked her legs over his forearms and kept her obscenely spread for his men. She didn’t know how to make them stop.
Her back sticking to Caspian’s sweaty chest and torso, the scrub of his coarse hair scratching overexcited flesh as she relentlessly squirmed, she wordlessly begged.
One fist caught in Kieran’s hair, another pushing Toby’s bald head away, a surging cramp stole from her womb. The knot Caspian’s rocking hips still manipulated inside her didn’t shrink in the slightest.
It fucking grew.
She could see where his cock bulged out her belly, could feel the swimming despoilment gushing behind that knot. No matter how she squeezed him, no matter how many times he came, nothing gave.
It was indecent how the two crouched between her legs and lapped up the trickling feast. Toby took it a step further, wedging his arm under her lower back, and angled his hand down between her cheeks. Without any way of avoiding his probing fingers, she’d been left pierced through another hole. Her slick eased his teasing, the stinging stretch as he pulsed in and out of her ass somehow making her orgasms all the more staggering.
“Ungh... make her do that again.” The man arching under her threw back his head, cock kicking in the swirling mess of her insides. “Fuck her ass with your fingers. As many as she can take.”
Two. Two was all it took before she hissed in pain and the relentless pleasure began to ebb. She almost wished he would have shoved in three and obliterated any last trace of their power over her body.
Kieran ran his hands over her more sensitive ridges, sitting back to watch as he strummed her nub. Their eyes met. The way he licked his lips, how full they’d grown feasting on her clit, left her aching from more than just too much attention.
The base, lower part of herself these males had drawn out felt a surge of vanity in immodesty. Green eyes looked at her with true appreciation. They looked at her with longing.
And deep, deep down, there was a very real thrill knowing it was her who’d earned that gaze.
Before she could make peace with such an awful thought, he fell on her clit again and the fresh rasp of tongue was too much. Those burning green eyes that silently demanded she watch everything he did to her
, blew the last trace of her cognizance away.
Wren came screaming—a long, lingering pull of her pussy wrapping the jerking meat inside her.
She came so fully that the knot that refused to budge was forced an inch lower to crown at the mouth of her cunt.
Beneath her, Caspian howled, bucking to fight his way back in.
Toby shouted, “Let her do it! Get her ready for me!” Eyes wide as he grinned at what brought forth a horrible sting.
Another stomach-clenching surge and his knot was caught at the gate where pink flesh thinned in an effort to ease his exit.
“No you don’t!” The subordinate males were kicked back, Caspian rolling Wren to her stomach so he might bear his weight down against her attempt to expel him. Driving his way through taut muscles and over-full cunt, he reseated his knot just as another wave of boiling cum burst forth. Breathing heavy, he rocked his hips, grunting at her ear, “Be a good girl and hold this fucking knot until I’m done with you.”
Upon hearing his growl, his pleasure, her insides obeyed, sucking him even deeper than he had been before.
Without the constant stimulation of the other two males, it was bearable. Pleasurable to focus only on the pulse and beat of the male flesh inside her.
Flattened under the weight of a beast, one who began to purr when she began to sob in relief, Wren closed her eyes to all of it.
The body endured but the mind flew far away. By the time he finally slopped his last possible spend against her womb, she was in tune with something greater than herself.
The knot began to subside.
Pressure released with a pop.
Wren couldn’t see who, but she felt a mouth gobbling up what ushered forth.
Toby…
It was Toby. Kieran was too busy fisting his cock on the bed beside her. Hand a blur of motion, he came on her face, a sticky spider web of semen stretching from her check to chin.
A hungry groan came from the bald head that butted her thighs apart in a bid to get more, and Caspian’s knot shrunk.
Another wave of fluids rushed out to soak the bedding.
Eyelids drooping, the grunts and groans of three men filling the air, Wren fell asleep.
***
Drawing out of her fluttering sheath, Caspian ground his teeth on a groan. The rasp of over-stimulation against his cock both stung and enticed, and if he didn’t leave her saturated cunt, he was going to fuck his mouse a second time.
The temptation, the rattling whir of her sleepy purr, it made it impossible to share with the two males already reaching for her.
Caspian dropped his head to scent her neck and calm himself… he’d never taken it that far with the other girls. Not to the point the female had passed out cold.
He’d never fucked an Omega while simultaneously threatening his pack. He’d never once been territorial over cunt.
Drawing in a rib-stretching breath, he reminded himself that there was nothing special about this girl. She was just a good lay. Best goddamn pussy he’d ever had.
An Omega who didn’t know her place. Who had challenged him.
One who had dared push him away.
His cock began to ache just thinking of how good it had felt to fuck her up against the wall. To know there would be bruises that he put on her. Punishment served.
She might have said no, might have insulted him with those eyes, but no other cunt screamed yes like hers did. And since an inexperienced castoff like her was incapable of faking a single smile or moan, her every last cry had been genuine.
For him.
For his cock.
His cum.
His brutality.
She’d liked being battered against the wall. And though it might have shocked her ridiculous virginal sensibilities, Caspian had felt how hard her pussy squeezed him when she realized Kieran and Toby—his pack—had come in to watch.
Her devious little pussy was greedy for sperm, always trying to urge the knot out of him after the first thrust.
Cum slut.
His cum slut, for now. And she’d get plenty tonight by the time Kieran and Toby had their fun. She’d be marched back to her room, jizz dripping from every last pore, leaving a splattered trail for his gang to sniff at when they walked the halls. She’d wake up tomorrow with no fucking clue what happened to her, why she’d wanted it, why she was going to grow addicted.
Naive Omega… a pretty, mute mouse. He’d make sure she craved him. That she’d learn to patiently wait while Rosie sucked his cock and took the edge off.
He’d make her watch next time. The Omega lying back on this very bed with her legs spread so that as she grew aroused, she’d be unable to hide it. From him or herself.
Under him, the mouse’s purr-laced snores rattled on. The sound was… unhealthy… and stole his attention away from the fantasy. The source of his consternation clattered out a congested hum—and for the first time, he listened to it.
He hated the weak, sick sound as much as he thirsted for it.
Looking down at his sleeping prize, Caspian eyed the globs of Kieran’s cum splattering her face and scowled.
When his Second haltingly reached forward to rub his scent into her skin, contact was not allowed. Without thought, Caspian had grabbed the other Alpha’s wrist, warning him off with a snarl.
“Tonight’s for pack.” Kieran lowered down, challenging in stance yet placating in tone. “Tonight we share and grow stronger for it.”
The burgeoning growl vibrating from an aggressive First-Alpha’s throat didn’t stutter, Caspian warning, “You’ll get your turn when I say you get your turn, Second. Back the fuck off. She’s tired.”
Kieran lowered his head, but not in submission. He lowered his head ready to charge. “You’re still caught in the rut, and I swore to you I wouldn’t let you bite her. I’m not going to let you play mate with her either and incite a greater urge. Get off the Omega. Summon Rosie if you need another fuck to take the edge off. Summon the whole fucking pen before you do something we would all regret. Pack always comes before cunt.”
Another challenge rumbled from a throat tense with twitching muscle. “You will have your turn when I say it’s your turn. The Omega needs rest, water, and something sweet... unless you want to fuck a ragdoll. Back the fuck off until I say you can touch her.”
“You want to build her a fucking nest next? She’s a whore who sold herself for spoils like all bitches do.”
Toby had his own complaints. The huge throbbing thing that had once been a dick dragged over saturated covers, the Third challenging for the girl. “I’m going to fuck her tonight, Caspian, even if I have to rip your goddamn head off! I like this one and I’ve waited.”
His Third had been forced to wait. He’d been given assurances. And with his balls and cock swollen like they were, there was good reason he lacked the capacity to be patient. But his Second… it was not like Kieran to challenge. He’d seen what had happened to the last Second who’d thought to command his first.
He’d also been the first male Caspian had mounted after the fight had been won. He’d fucked him dry, just like he’d fucked Toby dry—to establish rank and show the other, dangerous males, who ruled the Syndicate.
He’d fuck him right now if Kieran didn’t watch his goddamn mouth.
“She’s just a girl, Caspian. You’re blinded by the rut… it’s not worth risking pack. Not over something already agreed upon between us all.”
The white-haired female stirred, settling herself deeper into the covers, a little tongue darting out to taste her cum-globbed lips. That hadn’t been his cum that had put a sleepy smile on her mouth after a single lick.
Her shoulders weren’t marked by a bleeding bite that said she was his.
This was just a girl.
Slowly, the angry fog cleared, Caspian blinking hard. He was in the wrong here and was man enough to admit it. Weight shifting, Caspian rolled to pant at the drowsing mouse’s side. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he pushed until he saw stars.
Until his vision matched his sparking insides.
Any minute now, he’d burst out of his skin, a true case of spontaneous combustion.
Any minute now, he’d kill the two faithful Alphas who helped him run the Syndicate.
For what? A defective female who couldn’t speak and dared judge his tastes?
Fuck her.
Concessions had to be made to his men. “Do whatever you want to her. Anything.”
“Anything?” Toby edged nearer, wasting no time laying hands on the Omega. Flipping her to her back and spreading her thighs wide, he licked his lips and prepared to devour the viscous, milky seepage from her slit. “Anything I want?”
Already pawing her face to rub his spend into her skin, Kieran snarked, “Don’t kill her.”
“Fuck you, Kieran. I told you that was an accident.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Handsome, mean grin in place, the Second looked pointedly at Toby’s gnarled, knot-swollen cock. “You take things too far.”
“They were Betas. This is an Omega. She’s built for what I can give her.”
A lower, much more vicious snarl came from the Alpha lying back and trying to gather himself. Lowering his arm from his eyes, he locked them both in a dead stare before speaking. “I am in no mood to hear you two bickering. Fuck the Omega and get out.”
Without another word, Toby fell on the female to suck whatever he could get from her womb. When she gave a disquiet groan in her sleep, it was the Second who threw him off. “It’s not your turn! Go play with your mangled dick, and get the fuck outta my way. You want to swallow globs of cum, suck off Caspian.”
They all knew it wasn’t cum he was after. Toby was an addict. Slick was his drug of choice… slick laced with his leader’s spend something he craved as Third.
