by Addison Cain
Toby and that monstrosity was all she had in store.
But the Third seemed entranced with what his fellow Alphas opened up for him, his attention centered in on her yet untouched clitoris and how it jumped back then swelled forward each time her insides clenched. “Fuck. Fucking cunt’s perfect.”
Cum still dripped out of her. Caspian had shot so deep that even after being mauled by Kieran, even after a shower, thicker, pearlescent seasoned her slick. It teased the Third, the snarling, completely spellbound psychopath who edged his mouth nearer to where Caspian massaged and pinched her labia and Kieran fucked her with his fingers.
Where her clit was exposed to the air and left buzzing with lack of attention.
Tongue ridged, Toby descended, poking that extended nub and rolling it around as far as the nerve would allow.
The sensation went far deeper, as if linking back down inside to the exact spot Kieran’s fingertips rubbed her pussy walls.
Three men, four hands, one mouth, that was what it took to break an Omega.
As if Toby’s mouth had gone dry, his rough tongue rasped incessantly. Meanwhile, he sucked that bud between his lips and pulled. That was the only way she could describe it. He pulled her spirit right out of the flesh to flail in the ether while the body bucked and died.
Except she breathed, she lived. The heart banging against her chest and the shrill cry a reminder that exquisite torture didn’t require the soul’s consent.
Clawing at her knees, pulling them wider as if she might pull her enraptured frame in two, Wren threw back her head and found lips waited. Caspian kissed her so deeply, so thoroughly, that her frenzy burst like a bubble of raw magic to explode throughout the room.
She was sobbing when it ended, a mess of tears and runny nose. But she was also completely limp, the only working muscles in her body the pussy that sucked at air with no knot or cock to milk.
The three of them manhandled her supine form into position, Caspian stretching her fleshy labia, Kieran having abandoned her greedy snatch to brace her foot. Toby held the other leg, just as he lifted the weight his mangled dick and notched his weeping head against a girl too weak to refuse… on any level.
“Be my pretty mouse now. Open up for Toby like a good little girl.” At the sound of her breathless whimper, Caspian rolled soft lower lips between his fingers and murmured, “That’s right. Relax for your Alphas and show us what an eager, willing, and obedient darling you can be. Let Toby in. He’s going to fuck your tiny cunt, fill you up so good.”
The three of them moved in unison, operated seamlessly in the degradation of one lost female. In that was their power. Alone, each was intimidating, each was to be respected. Yet their true supremacy required Caspian. He kept the bickering Second and Third in line. He made the three of them a single cohesive unit to be feared.
This was how these men ran the waterworks and held every last citizen by the throat. This was why all of Dale City dreaded the reach of The Syndicate.
When in tune, these men were…
Wren had no word for it, she had nothing but the whites of her eyes when Toby began to press the pulsating head of his cock against her flooded slit.
“She’s going to do it.” Entranced, Toby pulsed where her skin grew pale with a stinging stretch, half that deformed head swallowed by her clenching, clasping channel. “She’ll be the first one to take it all.”
“Slam it in!” Bracing Wren’s leg, Kieran licked his lips, eyes focused and unblinking. “Fuck her until she squeals!”
Bulbous head retreating so her delicate tissue might adjust, Toby adjusted his weight on his heels, brow bunched and temples dotted with sweat. Absently fisting his deformed cock, he ran his hand over the veined, swollen mass that had yet to fit inside, growled, “Sunshine, you gotta let me in now.”
Warm hands caressed over her ribs, running upward to cup and tease her breasts. Caspian, the one who held her through this ordeal, the one still kissing her, soothing fear-pricked skin.
He’d never kissed her that way before. Sweetly. Reverently.
Before he only sought to swallow what made her Wren and change the Omega into his eager whore.
Her entrance gave.
With the pop of his glans past her thinned opening, Toby gained ground. And as he did, he let out an animal-deep bleat. Like a bull, snorting, and shaking its head for the stampede, he chuffed, ground his teeth and forced forward into a sheath unprepared for so much.
There was no escape by the time that first wave of pain registered. Caspian’s grip on her solidified, Kieran rearing up behind the raging bull to brace both her flailing legs wide so Toby’s progress would be undeterred.
Toby, who was no longer man. He was all rutting animal, already cumming even though half of his freakish cock had yet burrow into her guts.
And he kept cumming, the fluid that somehow found its way past that hideous cock and her overstretched cunt thick and curdled as it oozed its way out.
The whole length of him was a solid knot, and her body instinctively gripped onto it, muscles grinding down against that monstrous mass… encouraging the raving beast to strain forward until more and more and more was fed into her core.
The orgasm that had muddled her senses long enough for Toby to steal in, roared back to life amidst searing pain.
Kieran grinned like a beautiful demon. “Look at her! The slut is going to take the whole fucking thing!”
Flopping like a fish on a hook, Wren seized, eyes rolling back in her skull as the three of them continued with their game.
“Ahhhhh!” Trembling, Toby screamed the instant the widest, most mangled part of his cock burrowed home. Locked behind her pubic bone, his overinflated sack drawing up and moving about is if living things wrestled inside it, he flooded her.
Creamy white kept coming, thick enough to pile up when it splattered Caspian’s thighs and stained the bedding.
How the fluid found room to escape the confines of her pussy past that churning, kicking growth, Wren didn’t know. She was hardly coherent, trapped in an endless orgasm that would not ease until the entirety of his knot collapsed.
Muscles straining, showing teeth, Toby bumped at her body with jagged, stilted thrusts. He couldn’t stop himself, the movement was primal, unavoidable, even horrible.
Because it felt magnificent.
This was why so many tenants of the Warrens were addicted to drugs. This out-of-body feeling of limitless beyond pain.
Sex was never supposed to lead to this place.
Never.
Nirvana belonged to the dead. There would be no coming back from such a thing unchanged.
Pulsating bursts of corrupted bliss deformed her body to shape around that of a very sick man. Toby mutilated her with this knowledge, made her eyes go so far past blown she could see the universe and all its workings.
Limitless. Free of the hideous life she’d lived and the pains she’s known, Wren flew.
Hours they were locked together, two bodies warring to fill and be filled. To survive. Hours before Toby was capable of more than mindless grunts so he might mutter two syllables. “Sunshine.”
Lucid enough to ruin her world, he made a move the others should have known to watch for.
Toby, the Third Alpha, the unhinged breaker of bodies and enslaver of children, set his teeth to her shoulder and bit down so hard, neither Kieran nor Caspian could pull her free.
Chapter 12
Hands seized Toby’s throat in a death grip, Caspian squeezing, raging to discover the assault only left his Third climaxing even harder. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE?”
Blood was everywhere, the Omega it spilled from having gone ashen before she’d passed out cold.
Wall-shaking roars bellowed from Caspian’s throat. “You fucking tried to bond to her! How dare you!”
Teeth bloody, smile unhinged, the pussy-dazed Third lolled back and chuckled. “Tried? No. It’s done. I claimed her.”
His mouse was still trapp
ed by Toby’s mangled dick, but by the amount of clotted cum that squished out, the freakish knot was finally going down. Still, he could not pull the traitorous male out of her without causing damage she did not deserve. “I’ll fucking break your legs, cut you into pieces, and let every slave huddled below piss on your mangled corpse.”
Toby smiled all the wider, looking far too contented for a dead man walking. “I watched the surveillance footage. You tried to bite her when she rode your cock on her couch. Instinct told you to set teeth to this one’s flesh, yet Kieran held you back. Still you brought her here. Still you want to play. But you don’t want her, boss. I do. This one.”
“Do you think this is some game, boy?” Toby was eccentric, there was no doubt of that, but Caspian was hearing pure madness. Bonding made an Alpha weak. It made them distracted. It made them vulnerable. “Do you think anyone will respect you now that you bonded? And to a mute no less.”
Shaking off drunken listlessness, Toby shoved both his snarling First and hovering Second, shielding the body of the damaged female as if to protect her from them. “She’s perfect.”
Kieran could not have sounded more appalled. “True Alphas resist the call. They breed many.”
“Only the stupid ones.” Toby’s joints began to pop, to crack, muscles swelling as in preparation of battle. “Both of you can fuck who you want. Breed your whole pen. I only want her.”
He’d carve Toby apart; remove him from the mouse in pieces if he fucking had to! Panting with fury, ready to rend his Third limb from limb, Caspian bellowed, “SHE WASN’T YOURS TO TAKE!”
The look in his eyes, the cunning flash… Caspian saw the truth of the matter hidden in the Third’s eyes. Toby had thought this through. He’d intended all along to steal his First’s newest toy, confirming it when he drew in a deep breath to force the words, “I’ll share!” through his wolfish grin.
“You’ll share.” Dragging out the offensive statement with a raspy growl, Caspian left the bed, the bleeding mouse, and Kieran’s disgust behind. He left because the smell of her blood was itching his nose and causing him to salivate. “Do you think that will appease me, Toby? To share something of mine that you stole?”
Breaking his silence, Kieran all but ignored the raving Third. Wisely, he turned to his First, met his eye, and announced, “She’s not in estrous. Unless reinforced, this bond will be weak. Keep them separated for a few days and she’ll have nothing but a scar that could be overtaken by another Alpha.”
“No.” Like hugging a ragdoll toy to his chest, Toby gathered her close and clung. “Boss, you told her a few months of riding your cock then you’d set her free. Have your few months with my mate. When you don’t want her anymore, she’ll nest with me.” Throwing a finger toward Kieran, Toby snarled, “And I know what this ignorant fucker has in mind. Breed her then sell her to some stodgy old fucker. It’s not going to happen.”
“Call me ignorant again, and I’ll cut out your goddamn tongue!” Kieran might have had all the beauty a male could ask for, but unlike Toby, he’d had none of the education… He’d never hidden resentment well, and in that moment Caspian could see how it burned him to be mocked for his shit childhood. “Watch yourself, friend. I’m not opposed to Caspian’s bleeding you dry.”
And there it was—the smug arrogance only a highborn patrician of Dale City could wield with such scorn. Toby let it loose: the accent, the air, the roll of his tongue. “You know who my father is. What I bring to the table can’t be replaced with dumb, brute force, pretty boy, or even fear of the Syndicate’s power.”
“You might be Governor Ross’ spawn, but there are other means to keeping a stranglehold on the Council.”
Deranged laughter, even a snort, and Toby said, “Good luck finding a single one of them willing to leave the lap of luxury for the astringent stink of this torture chamber. I’m one of a kind, Kieran. I made sure of that when I murdered all my brothers.”
Finished watching from the shadows, huge, menacing, and only too happy to smile, Caspian made his threat. “You still have a sister, Toby. A pretty one…”
Eyes going dark, Toby’s jaw grew twitchy. “Females are barred from the Council. Even if you took Henriette, even if my pussy of a father continued to bow to your every whim, once the old man dies, you’d lose the seat, you’d lose your spy, and all you’d have is another bitch for your pen.”
Hitching a brow, Caspian purred, “You care so little for the pampered miss?”
“I care. But the only way you’d lay a finger on my Etta is if I were dead. Not much I can do from the grave but laugh while your hold on the city slips away...” Rocking the unconscious mouse on his lap, Toby ground his hips against her supine form as he hissed, “There’s always someone willing to do what it takes to steal what you got, Caspian. That’s why pack holds power together. I don’t even mind standing as Third—” The man’s words caught for a moment, Toby’s eyes rolling back on a groan.
Incredulous, Kieran looked down where the mouse was still speared by Toby’s enormous cock, scoffing, “Are you... are you still cumming in her?”
“Ummmm….” Toby took a deep, satisfied breath before opening his suddenly sanguine eyes. “Yes. And she’s still milking my cock for more.”
Kieran just shook his head. “You’ve got some balls, Toby…”
“She could be your mate too.” White hair was carefully pulled back to expose the sleeping woman’s other shoulder to the Second. Tempting him with the smooth, unmarked skin. “You could breed her just like you want, get her fat with your baby.”
Caspian spoke, but the words were gnarled with grit and broken glass. “Careful, Toby. You can’t sell what’s mine. And make no mistake about who she belongs to.”
He nodded, oddly agreeable. “And when you’re done with her, she’ll come back to me. After you’ve grown bored, it should make no difference if I keep her. Fuck, I’ll kidnap any bitch you want as a replacement. My gift to you, boss.”
No act against the First would go unpunished. Toby would suffer for this. “I want Henrietta.”
Lips thinned, Toby’s expression vicious, but his answer was collected and compliant. “Done.”
“You’d give us your sister?”
Eyes tracked back to the sickly woman bleeding in his arms. Fingertips brushing at the weeping crescent wounds on the mouse’s shoulder, he speculated. “I often wonder if it’s really fear that pushes Alphas to reject the call of the bond. All the posturing, all the power, I never found it nearly as satisfying as I do the sight of my mark on her skin. The ultimate taboo. A truly criminal thing to do.”
Scoffing, Kieran muttered, “Fucking Socrates over here.”
Arranging her body so she might rest more comfortably against his chest, Toby drawled, “I’ll give you Etta on the same terms you promised our ray of sunshine here. When you’re done with her, she goes home—pockets full, enough water for a year.”
“Oh…” Caspian crossed his arms over his chest. “That was only the beginning of my demands. You won’t be walking out of this room. You’ll submit to every last degenerate thing I can imagine. Starting with sucking my cock while you’re still inside her. Then Kieran’s. You don’t even want to know what I intend to do after that.”
Brow lowering, eyeing them both as if considering making a challenge, Toby said, “She’ll wake up and see it.”
Caspian nodded. “Yes, she will. She’ll see you bleed far more than she did.”
Chapter 13
She could not stop the tears. Sobbing, throwing herself over the boy, Wren clung. And wept, and wept, and wept.
Mikael hugged her right back, their various IV cords tangling and pulling where ports had been stabbed into soft flesh.
She’d never seen him as anything but sickly and skeletal. But now, after only a few days in a proper doctor’s care, tended in a clean room, fed, he almost looked like a regular boy from the upper levels.
Almost.
He was still sick, sicker even than she was, a
nd the doctor had not made her prognoses with a smile. Acute pneumonia that would kill her if not treated immediately. This he’d said after she’d woken from a horrible nightmare filled with screams and pain. This, after coming to in a strange bed, over-bright lights burning her eyes.
There was only one familiar thing in the moment. Watchful, Kieran stood in attendance, scowling from the door.
Already she had been hooked up to machines, various fluids cascading into her veins, a catheter between thighs that ached. The doctor had told her she’d been kept under for three days, that she’d been fed with a tube, and that was why her nostril was sore and crusted with blood. That she had been ordered to follow treatment and he was permitted to sedate her if she attempted to resist.
And she did. She fought back wildly because she could not pay.
Of course she wanted to be well. Of course she wanted to live. But she only had to live long enough for Mikael to get better. If she was dragged off to pay off her debt in the mine, Caspian would throw him out. And her boy would be sick, alone, and have no one to provide for him.
There would be no one there when he inevitably died…
From disease, or hunger, or the unending violence of the Warrens.
It had taken two grown men to hold her down, dour Kieran and the stunned doctor finding the malnourished Omega stronger than she looked.
When she dared to set her teeth to his arm, Kieran slapped her hard enough to split her lip. He boxed her ear the moment she tried to pull out her IV and scramble away. And then in a voice so unlike the rage on his face, he calmly asked her why.
Shaking her head, feeling foreign food roil in her stomach, she begged with wide, wet eyes.
“Is it that you are afraid of needles?”
Confession was the only answer, one that was all the easier when a surprise prick of a needle left her floating on undulating apathy. Two blinks, a stuttering breath, and she let him press a pen into her fingers. Glancing at the sharp object, at the crumple of paper he pressed to her thigh, Wren coughed… and found it didn’t hurt that much.
