by Addison Cain
Mud brown eyes still locked on the diminishing knot stretching her cunt, squeezing the parted cheeks of her ass, Caspian finally forced the seal.
The massive flood of cream that followed set him groaning, urged another, weak spurt to dribble from the slit of his overused cock, and left her shrinking pussy contracting on nothing.
Which only made her spill more.
Which meant she’d have to be punished.
Crawling over her to lick at the fresh bite on her neck, he growled. “Bad girl.”
It was so brief he wasn’t sure if his eyes betrayed him, but he’d swear those words left her smiling. He didn’t have a chance to confirm it, not with Kieran rushing forward to push his spurting cockhead into her mouth, stroking himself to a full finish.
Cheeks flooded with cum, too startled to swallow the entirety of the flow, it spilled back over the shaft half hanging from her mouth. Dripping down the veined length to mat trimmed pubic hair, all that seed marked the nest, changing what had been the territory of one male to the territory of two.
Kieran, who had been forbidden to touch his mouse today, who had jacked off in the corner for hours, coming in a sloppy mess on Caspian’s floor as his eyes begged for relief, had disobeyed a direct order.
Body drained, sack shriveled and tight to his body, cock overly stimulated and attached to a male no longer eager to fuck, Caspian grew uncomfortably hard too soon—not out of lust, but out of the base need to subjugate an encroaching male.
He had Kieran by the throat before the Second finished spilling, met envy-green eyes and let the other Alpha male see every ounce of rage.
And then he fucked him, with nothing but the Omega’s lingering slick to ease a brutal entry.
Right there. Right next to her.
For as long as it took for the bleeding Second Alpha to submit and know his place. When Caspian came, ramming deep down his ass, it was dry, felt like sand rushing, scraping his cock raw, and horrible.
The Omega had drained all his cum.
An Omega who was no longer in the nest.
In his frenzy to beat and best a heaving Kieran, the little slut had vanished.
Chapter 13
The pile of credit chips spilled across his den’s floor made it impossible for Caspian to know just how much the mouse had snatched up before fleeing. Even with both of her tiny palms full, she wouldn’t have enough to escape the city—it would take almost every last chip he’d offered her to purchase that kind of transportation. Dale City didn’t let people out, not when it could continue to digest them. And first, she’d need to collect her raggedy boys.
But even a handful of that fortune would pay for her to hide for a few weeks, to see her fed.
Fuck!
Tearing at his hair, dick limp and stinging, he paced the length of his room and plotted just where to begin exacting revenge for this. First, Alec would die. Slowly and screaming.
Next, he’d have Mikael skinned. His youthful face would make fine leather to patch a worn bit of Caspian’s coat.
Then the mouse would be made to slave. For him, every day. No further restraint on his end in the ways he chose to use her. He’d break her. Crush her like a squealing rat.
But first he’d break Kieran.
Burning glare cutting to where the Second slowly climbed to his knees, Caspian saw nothing but rage.
After all, the list of Kieran’s sins was long—his recent disregard for Alpha hierarchy blatant. And had he not distracted Caspian with willful insubordination, the mouse would never have stood a chance of escape. Had Kieran not kept her to himself for so long, she wouldn’t have grown so desperate.
Everything had been fine before he’d rammed his bursting member down the mouse’s throat!
Unsure when Kieran’s thick neck had come into his grip, the First Alpha crouched over his long-time friend, saw the red-faced Second’s pain-glazed eyes bulge, and prepared to squeeze the life from the Alpha. “She’s Gone!”
But his Second refused to die, fighting back with renewed vigor that sent Caspian sprawling after a well-placed blow to the ribs.
Hoisting up his naked mass, the First rounded on his prey—only to find Kieran manically searching the mussed nest for the missing female.
Despite the damage to his face and throat, the Second snarled, “She wouldn’t leave!”
Chest rising and falling, enraged, Caspian rolled his shoulders, ready to kill. “Was it worth it? Disobeying a direct order for a fucking blow job… that what you were doing to her in the big room for two days, drowning my mouse in cum until she struggled to breathe?”
“Who would replace me? Bjorn? You ready to share your mouse with him after you drag her back?” Wiping the blood streaming down his nose, Kieran curled his lip. Green eyes cut to the spilled money, the male shaking his head. “Besides, what are you going to buy her compliance with next? Murder her boys, she’ll fight you until she’s dead. You’re sterile and Toby is fucking psychotic. Let me breed her. She has a baby, she’ll do whatever you want until her dying day.”
That one statement, and Kieran’s purple, fully erect cock spilled on the floor. Spurts of creamy white, thicker than regular cum began to gum up and dangle like one long spit-string to the tacky puddle. Caspian finally noticed why the room smelled so strongly of the other male.
Wild-eyed, Kieran was beyond the rut. So beyond that Caspian wondered if the male even realized he’d just ejaculated nutrient fluid all over the floor. “What makes you think I’m sterile?”
The hissed response came too fast and too agitated. “Even Toby’s got a brat. All of us knock one of the pen up eventually. No one rides the whores more than you.”
This was too rich. Ugly smile growing, Caspian reached for discarded clothing and began to dress. “You have two choices. I kill you right now, replace you with Bjorn, and toss your corpse to the slaves for dinner. Or, you leave this room as you are, ass bleeding, and spend the rest of your rut fucking your doll until that crap stops oozing out of your dick and your brain turns back on. You want to breed a female, breed her. I’ll be the one to put a baby in the mouse.”
Clarity cut through Kieran’s hormone driven madness. “We agreed I’d kill the doll.”
Ah, but Caspian was First and his word was law. “Now you’re going to keep the marked bitch. Forever.” Fastening his pants, he added, “And get this room cleaned up and prepared. Once I bring her back, the mouse won’t be leaving it again.”
***
Cold clarity enveloped his rage like an icy blanket. Caspian, all Alpha, pure killer, made his way from the waterworks to the upper levels. He traveled with no guard, more than willing to accept any challenges.
Not that a single soul would dare.
Hunting the mouse was a waste of time; she’d come to him… begging with her big, pretty lavender eyes wet with tears.
She’d cry as he murdered her boys.
And she’d be made to endure his face, his cock, and his temper until her dying day.
With Mikael bedridden, it took a single barked order to see the kid under a guard large enough to take down a city block. His cunning mouse would never get through that kind of firepower.
Leaving Caspian’s obvious first target Alec. He’d have the slippery kid by the throat before he might get wind of her escape and hide.
Mikael would be left for seconds. Slow seconds, peeled while still breathing.
Yes, Kieran had made a good point. The mouse would be despondent once her wards were disposed of, but his Second had also lit upon the perfect chains. A baby.
Maybe several. An entire brood.
Images of her fat with his child, of her pale belly bulging and her breasts leaking milk, distracted.
Caspian made a mistake in offering the female money.
One single pile of money—a monstrous and outrageous sum—so much more than he’d ever paid for a single whore in the pen. A greater total than he’d paid for all of them together, wasted.
Money she must ha
ve realized, Alec would no doubt piss away the second he got cocky. After all, wealth, like power, required far more mental fortitude than most people understood. That was why so many men couldn’t hold it; their minds couldn’t wrap around the concept.
That was why the mouse had backed away in terror once she realized the gift he offered.
Truth be told, that was why he’d offered it. He’d known every last credit chip would have eventually ended up back in his pocket. But he’d been a fool to think she would return his kiss with more than obedience. Hate him as she might, he’d been so sure she’d still love him just enough for what this monetary reprieve would do for her wild children.
Caspian had been so sure.
Kieran would covet. Toby would maneuver. She would be settled between them. Each party playing their part.
Sharing her until they were bored, the pack would thrive in its rivalries and hatreds as it always had. The Syndicate would prosper. Dale city would continue to bow.
Fawn over him… just as the missing mouse should have.
Fuck!
He’d had her cunt, he’d had her blood in his mouth, he’d had her defeat… her very life in his hands. But even with payment, he didn’t have her at all.
But he would.
It would only take a matter of hours of having Alec’s screams broadcast over the city’s communication network before she came running right to his feet.
The lift carrying him to Dale City’s finest residential district slowed, the doors before him parting until a warm breeze drifted over the steaming male. Sunshine, the sound of birds and carrying murmur of talking people filtered through.
None of it touched him.
Focused to a pinpoint, Caspian didn’t so much as sneer at the crowd who recognized just what male had emerged into their midst. Scrambling away, some bowing in deference, a few actually pissing their pants when their eyes alighted upon his coat.
The streets cleared.
Not a single challenge.
Not one.
Not a single fucking soul dared so much as look him in the eye. Not a single guard dared question his advance through secured gates or lifts. Striding through the upper levels without guards and reeking of Omega cunt, Caspian smirked as the rich took one look at him, eyeballed his coat, and turned to flee. Dingy city streets became walled off, manicured lawns, Toby’s sprawling family estate out of place in Dale City’s gilded squalor.
Alec was ensconced within, one of dozens of nameless servants no one cared about.
As Caspian approached, the final door retracted, solid steel encased in stained oak millwork—the artifice reminiscent of bygone eras where wealthy assholes played croquet while their underlings labored their lives away.
It was fitting, really.
Nothing had really changed in hundreds of years.
Except now the rich had to pay him for every last drop of water they wasted chilling their fancy cocktails with ice. And that was a beautiful thing indeed.
The moment a servant was in sight, Caspian barked, “Bring me the boy, Alec.”
Bent backed, bearing the wig worn by butlers the world over, the doorman was wise enough to not so much as twitch a nostril. “They await you in the master’s quarters, great Alpha.”
Entering the manse, heavy footfall hitting the mirrored floors, Caspian stopped short, barking. “What?”
The old man had to have been half deaf, his bent frame struggling to close the weighty doors. “Would you care for refreshment before you join the Master and his female?”
Unwilling to wait for the old codger to escort him forward, he brushed the old man aside—the butler caught by a waiting guard before he broke a hip on hard floors. Not that Caspian gave a fuck.
He didn’t even notice with his brain twitching in his skull.
Because in that house, under the sparkling chandeliers and polished walls, lingered the scent of a well-fucked Omega.
One oozing the blended aroma of his cum and her slick.
The perfume was laced in blood, and peppered with agitation. And it was fresh, easy to trail, not that Caspian didn’t know the exact layout of every room in the Third’s family mansion. Not that he didn’t have plants walking these ugly halls to spy on every last move the influential Ross family made.
Robotic, marching up the second half of a curved staircase, stomping down halls past startled servants and pointless attendants, he hunted that scent.
Past ancient artwork and Grecian statues, a filigreed door was cracked. That sliver framed a seated female. One with clean, wet hair. One bathed in sunshine, a view of the city ignored as she sat motionless and stiff.
Clothed in a dove-gray housecoat, she stared at the far wall.
Sitting with a chair pulled to face the female, leaning his weight on his knees, Toby toyed with a damp strand of her hair. All the while, he spoke to her in a voice too low for Caspian to hear. He spoke to her without his manic grin, seemingly serious, yet unable to stop fingering that same white lock.
There was no nod, nor did she flat out ignore the male. The mouse tolerated.
And now that he’d gone quiet, Caspian could feel a shadow of what she felt. His mouse was angry and equally beholden toward Toby. Not afraid, not frantic—still as a glassy lake churning at its greatest depths.
Toby was oblivious to her internal turmoil—still murmuring, still closer than the female obviously was comfortable with.
Paused outside the door, stealing the view through that tempting crack, Caspian drank her in.
As if she sensed him, her head turned. Luminous lavender eyes landed on mud-brown, Caspian slowly pushing the door wide.
Her lips, still pink from his recent attention, quirked into a small smile of greeting. And in that moment, Caspian felt his soul twist.
This was no runaway.
Chapter 14
“Ungh…” God, there went another one—cum evacuating his balls, a full-body shiver sent Kieran’s eyes rolling back. The chemical tension waned, a fulfilling knot partnered with a female who screamed in exactly the enthusiastic ecstasy he enjoyed best. And just when he thought the relentless rut might be over, the same need rushed right back in.
Sizzling nerves until orgasm turned into an extended, pained groan.
This pussy, it wasn’t enough.
He’d always hated being told who he had to fuck, saddled with Caspian’s leftovers when ordered to take the most recently used up bitch off his leader’s hands.
Sure, those females were typically gorgeous, well-trained, and willing—much more willing to suck his cock than they had ever been for Caspian. Publically riding those bitches before the Syndicate had established Kieran’s status as Second; knocking up a few who’d hated Caspian, most had even been fun.
But this one, she wasn’t his castoffs. The First had not even accepted her as a gift, despite Kieran’s expense and trouble. And though the doll’s cunt felt spectacular and her scent was pure Omega, she’d never been more than something to play with.
And, of course, dressing her up had been a great dig at the boss—all that bleached hair and pale skin so close to Caspian’s mouse.
This doll, the drooling girl whose pussy churned around Kieran’s cock, should have placated the Second’s need to fuck through this abnormal rut. It should have gratified him that she ultimately wasn’t Caspian’s castoffs, but it burned that he’d been ordered to drain his balls into a female.
He’d been ordered to breed her.
That wasn’t their deal.
Jax was their deal.
Caspian got to mark and fuck an Omega he would not be required to keep once he grew bored. Estrous would hit, and Toby, despite the myriad reasons he shouldn’t, would fully claim the Omega. Caspian would be free, Toby would get his forever plaything, and Kieran would be the first to fill her body with child.
Everyone got something.
And now, Caspian unsettled the balance, saddling him with a female who would not stop talking!
Eve
n with his hands around her throat, she managed to squeak out, “I love you, Kieran.”
Cock coughing up another round of abundant sperm, Kieran bucked, ignored the corresponding feminine squeal, and squeezed his swollen eyes shut. When she continued to bleat, his palm left her neck and pressed over her mouth.
The bitch must have liked it, because she came again, cunt encouraging his knot to throb and expand all the larger.
It was so skincrawlingly intimate like this, no matter how he tried to silence her. No matter if he mounted her from behind or made her wail. Twice he’d even caught himself staring at the bite mark on her shoulder and salivating for another nip.
Both times he’d been thinking of another woman.
One he had bitten—right on the neck, in parallel to Caspian’s claiming mark.
One who he should be buried in right now, dumping all this jizz into her belly. Encouraging her body one step closer to the estrous that would see her fat with his baby.
The rut should have been slipping, but that one thought and he was back in another frenzy. Swinging his hips even though they were knotted, he worked that spasming pussy as if by sheer force of will would see a baby planted.
“How many days has it been?”
Snarling, throwing a rage-filled glare over his shoulder, Kieran found Toby indolently leaning against the door.
Two fucking days riding the doll without relief. “Get out!”
“You didn’t appreciate my last update, huh?” With an exaggerated sigh, Toby pushed off the door and sauntered closer to the sweating couple. “I thought you’d like to see the look on her face while I licked her sweet pussy until she couldn’t take it anymore.”
The bastard and his updates…
While rutting over the doll, a fucking holo projection had lit up more than once with uninvited images of Jax—Caspian gently peeling off the pretty Omega’s robe so he might admire the marks he’d left on her body. Unaware Toby had been documenting the moment, the First Alpha had fucking cleaned a female’s wounds. Bandaged them, even healed the worst with equipment Toby already had waiting in that fucking mansion.
