by Addison Cain
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 the 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.
He’d get her addicted to him, stretch her in a way no one else could.
Aching bone deep, tied up in the pain of a forced knot, Toby began to make a myriad of promises if she’d just lay back and let him fuck her in a pretty nest she made just for him.
He promised her a fortune if she’d be the first to take it without crying.
But she’d already lost that bet. Tears marked her cheeks, fell from eyes red with apprehension. Though she did still smile.
He could cheer her up.
The female locked in his arms needed care. She needed food, more water, dedicated attention.
He needed to reassure her.
Hitching his arm under her delicious ass, he lifted her off the debris strewn floor. Spread her wide against his stomach, her pussy cupping a quantity of his pulsating shaft in sweet, slippery petals. He almost dropped and mounted her right there when a trickle of warmth escaped from her cunt to burn his over-ripe dick. Instead, he held her all the tighter and began to march out of the bathroom and back into his First-Alpha’s den.
He dumped her on the bed that smelled of other males, snaking his tongue into her mouth to twist and taste before he threw himself back and barked, “Build it. I need to fuck.”
***
With three spectators, Wren arranged, fluffed, and layered bedding already wet in places with her spent fluids and the enticing smell of three males’ cum. She did everything properly, almost forgetting why the abundance of fabric and soft things was not hers to keep. This nest, her first nest built from scratch for a breeding male, she was proud of it.
The pacing Alpha who had not stopped circling the bed was going to entertain his pack mates with his diabolical fetish. He would wreck and ravage the designs of her haven, just as he tore into her body
She rubbed her cheek on the best smelling fabric, letting herself enjoy the final moments before bad things came. That was how one survived the Warrens. The moment was all that mattered.
“Are you thinking of me?”
She’d closed her eyes, lost in something simple and soft when Toby sidled nearer, smiling like a ravenous wolf.
Nodding, lying, Wren made sure not to so much as glance to where Caspian still waited, reeking of impatience in his chair. Or to acknowledge that Kieran lurked nearby, edging nearer with each passing minute.
The Second wanted front row seats to his show.
This was the best she could do.
The situation was awful, the men were unworthy, but the nest… she’d assembled it imagining another. And it was beautiful.
Any Omega would envy it.
And she would suffer in it.
A finger traced down her spine. “I’ll brace her.” Kieran was even closer than Wren thought.
Spittle flung from Toby’s mouth when he turned to snarl, “And what makes you think I want to share?”
Slippery and smiling like a tempting demon, Kieran cocked a brow. “Come on, man. Let me help her open up for you. I can make it good for you both. I know how you like your sac kneaded. I can show her where to bite when you arch back.”
“No.” Rising from his chair, an air of infinite impatience hovering around him, Caspian strode forward. “I will hold her.”
The edge of a nail dragging up and down her spine stilled, Kieran grumbling, “Who’s going to remind Toby of his place if things go too far?”
Caspian came around the bed, licking his lips as he stared at her tits. “You’re Second. You fuck Toby. If you’re half as rough with him as you were with her, he’ll get the message loud and clear.”
Snarling at Kieran, Toby turned on his friend. “You try to stick your cock up my ass, and I’ll fucking cut your throat while you’re sleeping.”
The handsome male ignored the Third’s threat, cocking an incredulous brow at Caspian. “You almost sound as if you think I was too rough with her.”
“You were.” In the middle of three males, Wren kept her eyes on the nest and proceeded to ignore their squabbles, just as she’d ignore what they were going to do to her. Caspian caught her cheek in his palm, raising her head as if she had a part in their conversation. “The mouse couldn’t have had it up the ass before, and now she’ll cringe each time I expect it. I didn’t bring her here to watch her suffer. I brought her here to watch her sing.”
Pretentious, unkind, Kieran snorted. “Then why are you giving her to Toby?”
Not an ounce of softness was in Caspian’s expression. No love, no adoration. Only a mild hint of mystification as he spoke to Kieran yet studied her face. “Toby doesn’t want to hurt her. You did.”
Chapter 11
This was not expected.
Brace her. Hold her.
The mental nightmare those words inspired was nothing compared to what unfolded upon the bed.
Braced against the headboard, cocooning her limbs, Caspian cradled her. He held her back to his chest, encapsulating her body in warm muscles and gently searching fingers. Purring, he crooned at Wren’s ear the nastiest of filth said in the sweetest of tones.
Sluicing through folds that still dripped his cum even after the shower, pinching and tugging them until her slit was totally exposed to the room, he growled, “Open up that tasty pussy, pretty mouse. I want to feel your juices soak my cock while Toby fucks you silly.”
Legs hitched over his forearms, spread so the petals of her sex were open, the very hole Caspian referred to suckled air like a little mouth with each tremor his words inspired. It was lewd. The way both Kieran and Toby hovered close to watch each pulse of her cunt, indecent.
Kieran reached forward as if entranced, dragging his fingers from tender anus to hooded clit, touching her as if the dripping slit before him offered a drug more intoxicating than the shit his men sold to the desperate. “I saw you take Toby’s whole fist this morning. Yet you still look so tiny.”
Two fingers penetrated knuckle deep, Kieran flipping palm upward to seek out something at the roof of her canal—something that made Wren jump and gasp when firm pressure was applied. Stiff, unyielding circles on that spot and her clit swelled to peek out past her hood. Pink, shined tight skin twitched like a beacon to be stimulated, flicked, bit, anything.
Anxious, electric shocks tingled under her skin, and two men who knew more about the female body than she did gange
d up on her nervous system and sent it into overload. Caspian toyed with her folds, Kieran teased at her cunt, neither of them so much as breathing on her clit.
And it ached for attention.
Not that she could ask them to touch her there. Not that she would.
Her rolling hips and trembling legs already asked too much.
Wren was eager for this to be over, eager to know why Caspian and Kieran touched her only for her pleasure, and eager for something, anything, to be inside her to drive off the gnawing, empty ache.
Pure manipulation. It registered. It did. She knew what this was.
And it was working…
The very atmosphere of the room had changed.
What had been two bickering, dangerous Alphas became three cohesive predators simply because Caspian participated. The unquestioned ruler. The same Caspian who gratuitously praised her when Kieran’s attentions drew an unexpected gush of slick to flood his abdomen and run down to soak his balls.
Looking down to where Kieran fingered the internal workings of her cunt, she saw Caspian’s dick at full mast. Tall and proud, the helmet-shaped tip beaded with a freshly prepared offering to tempt an Omega.
She could smell him, even with Toby’s mangled meat practically pouring out the watery precursor of trapped sperm all over the bedding. She could smell him, and she hated to admit that her mouth watered for a taste.
Another finger poked in, then a fourth.
Unlike the morning, her body opened to the obscene stretch with little more than a few extended pulses. Unlike the morning, it felt…
It felt nice.
Again, lavender eyes dragged like an addict toward Caspian’s cock. But that was not what Wren was to be given.
No. Toby was on his knees between both her and Caspian’s spread thighs, hand lovingly stroking his disfigured cock as if caressing a beloved pet.
