by Addison Cain
The sheer fact that Caspian’s hard-on was slippery with the mouse’s juices was the only reason the male crept between his annoyed leader’s spread thighs and began to lick the man from base to tip. When that no longer tasted of female, Toby let his tongue drag over the First Alpha’s saturated sack.
It appeased Caspian, who grew less possessive of a disposable Omega and more focused on selfish pleasure. It also gave Kieran something to watch while the female was still out cold.
Stroking his cock, he let Toby bathe him with his tongue, rubbing out a quick orgasm that dribbled out the sad leftovers from spent testes. When the Third pulled back and scowled at the slow white drips, moving down a veined cock like candle wax, Caspian used the moment to establish dominance and remind him who ran the show. “Lick that off. Swallow it, Toby.”
Kieran didn’t prefer males, but Caspian knew his Second got a thrill watching any time Toby was made to submit. Curved cock in his hand, Kieran stroked and stared, just about ready to blow.
When Toby wrapped his lips around his First-Alpha’s cock, Caspian made sure their eyes met. “And when Kieran cums, you’ll suck that down too. Consider this a light reprimand. Next time you threaten to rip my head off, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Chapter 8
Caspian was in a mood, and his mood spilled over onto the rest of them. Agitated, Kieran watched his friend watch him, and fought the low, building growl he so wanted to spit in the First-Alpha’s face.
It was his turn, and the First had said anything.
Kieran’s anything started now.
Slipping his arms under the sleeping female’s body, he lifted the slight thing to his chest, and moved her to the opposite edge of the bed. It was better she was away from the First considering their leader’s minor obsession with this new toy.
Get her away before some fucked up instinct told Caspian to interfere the second she made a squeak of pain.
After all, she wasn’t going to like taking a cock up her ass for the first time. Omegas never did. It went against their natures and almost always led to tears. But she needed to be punished for causing this tension between them, and Kieran needed to claim some untouched part of her for himself.
Break her in.
Set the precedent now, so that when all three of them fucked her at the same time, she wouldn’t squeal when both holes were used at once.
That’s what was needed to ease this mood. A mutual fuck. Three Alphas taking their pleasure in unison.
But not tonight. Tonight they each were to have their turn.
Looking down at the dazed woman, he could see that she’d begun to rouse. Good. Toby was the sort to fuck a ragdoll; Kieran wanted his woman aware, participating even if she hated it.
After all, they’d made a deal. What fun was there in collecting if he didn’t get to enjoy the coming shock on her face when his dick slid home?
Or the glory of bulging eyes when her ass started to fill up with ropes of cum. He’d make her hold it in when he pulled out, watch as she shimmied off the bed to make it to the toilet before humiliating herself. A spermy enema that was a bit cruel considering he knew the cramp that came when all that fluid shot up where the sun don’t shine.
But there was no better way for an Alpha to establish dominance, and this little girl blinking up at him needed to learn her place.
Reaching down, he gave her an arbitrary caress. Not sure why he allowed his palm to skim her belly, or why he met her eyes and let a lingering, kneading grip warm her hip. “It hurts less if you don’t fight. Submit and I’ll go easy on you.”
She didn’t understand, the bob of her throat as she swallowed, the widening of her eyes, displaying anxiety and confusion. Kieran dragged his touch to her knees, bringing them up to her shoulders and commanding the Omega to, “Hold yourself open for me.”
Red-faced, she obeyed, every cum smeared inch of pussy and ass on display. Compressed as she was, a slow moving slop of slick continuously poured from her slit to coat her anus. It lubricated his fingers, Kieran finding that Toby had stretched her enough that one digit slid in with little resistance.
Now was the moment of truth, that brief, shocking understanding dawning on the Omega’s face. White lash-framed eyes widened at the intrusion, the female stretching up as if to displace him. Using all that slippery fluid, he withdrew the single digit and replaced it with three.
The burn made her face screw up and the subsequent clench left her pussy coughing more spent cum out to drip over his probing fingers.
Their eyes met, Kieran unblinking as he watched the subtle play of pain on her face.
Toby scooted closer, unwelcome when he leaned down to stroke her forehead. “Relax and take deep breaths, sunshine. He isn’t going to damage you. In time, you’ll even learn to like it.”
The Third’s soliloquy stole lavender eyes from glittering green, and left Kieran bristling toward the purring male. “Look but don’t touch, Toby. You’ll get your turn when I’m done. Right now she’s mine and I don’t feel like sharing.”
Might as well have been the motto of the evening.
Stretching that tight ring, Kieran began to scissor his fingers. It was less to give her pleasure and more to get this over with. Rosie had sucked him off in the hall, Kieran had already jacked off watching Caspian knot her brains out, and then again watching Toby lick their leader… perhaps that was why every time she let out a little grunt of pain or jerked, his cock got softer.
He wasn’t enjoying this as he should have been. Scowling, using his free hand to rub some life back into this dick, he worked her ass all the harder.
Toby no longer touched, but he continued to say sweet things to her, would purr for her.
Already smitten.
By the end of the night, the Omega would want nothing to do with the Third, no matter how much he might fawn, pet, or grin.
Let him whisper encouragement now if it mean Kieran’s dick would be seated all the sooner.
After all, the Omega should be grateful Kieran only wanted her ass. She should be thanking him. Licking her lips. Begging for his attention.
She should learn to smile at him like all the other whores did.
Across the bed, Caspian kept his distance, even when Kieran jammed his fingers too far and a pained yelp fell from pretty, parted lips. Watching from the other side of his expansive bed, he didn’t even offer a purr. Instead, it seemed as if the First’s muscles rippled in time to Kieran’s thrusting, wriggling fingers.
He couldn’t complain about losing the right to fuck her ass first. He’d said anything.
Whipping his hand out of her stretched hole, Kieran thrust his flagging dick into her dripping cunt, displaced more of Caspian’s cum, and lubed up. Four hard, yet slowly paced thrusts, shook the sprawled body, the Omega’s tits bouncing, her mouth open and sucking in air in time with his assault.
The velvet feel of her around him brought blood pounding back into aching meat, left a tingle growing in his balls, and encouraged a feral grin to thin his lips. One thrust he was in her cunt, and the next he’d lined up with a different hole.
He went in harder than he should have… and it was glorious.
All of her clenched in a way pussy never could, trying to push him out instead of sucking him deeper. Catching her legs to his shoulders, he fell on her and humped like a teen riding his first hooker. If she was screaming, or crying, or making any sort of racket, he didn’t care. Eyes shut tight, he pushed and pushed until that passage gripped every last inch of his cock.
Which was fully hard, and throbbing out a heartbeat in her bowels.
More of her scent invaded his nose, the smell of woman, of soft purrs and sweet smiles. Eyes screwed shut, he imagined her that way while ransacking a part of her no Omega wanted to give.
Domination. This was so much more. Hips swiveled side to side between thrusts, back bent so he could cocoon all around her.
This was ownership.
She was property. His property.
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br /> She would play his games, nest in the bed they shared—smile and kiss and let him destroy her ass. As if she wanted him.
Groaning, ratcheting up his pace, he found her mouth and owned that too. And still he kept his eyes closed. Building pressure in the balls slapping her ass left sensation twisting at the base of his spine. The whole of him inside her kicked, expanding as that first burst of cum began to spew.
The beginning of the knot was tucked behind her sphincter. Pulling back before he tore delicate skin, he groaned. That tight clutch of skin almost didn’t give, but when it did, he heard her for the first time since it began.
She moaned.
Not in pleasure…
In the bearing of something despised.
Ready to punish her for refusing to like him, Kieran pulled back his hips. Just before he snapped forward to force her to take the knot, consequences be damned, Toby wrapped a tight grip around the expanding knot and tricked his body into dumping out the heaviest rush yet.
Caught up as he was, Kieran hadn’t even noticed the rival male had come up behind him. Locked in his arms, both of the Third’s hands gripping and pulsating and mimicking Omega cunt, his subordinate milked his cock the way an asshole never could.
He filled her up with every ounce of cum Kieran had left.
All the while, Kieran stared into lavender eyes. Whatever she saw in his expression as orgasm devastated its way through his senses, left her to reach out a hand and lightly pat his shoulder.
Even as her inevitable internal cramping grew from all the fluid he shot deep, she caressed that spot. Soothing the troubled beast.
In an uncharacteristic act of magnanimity, the urge to show her there could be more moved his hand lower. He found her clit, and touched her with all the gentleness his cock had denied her. Stuffing her ass full, whispering the same tender words of encouragement Toby had muttered, Kieran began to purr. “There is pleasure in this if you let go and submit. I know it hurts now, but cum for me, and learn to relish the pain.”
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.
“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.”
