by Addison Cain
She’d never seen his dick so big. So angry looking.
Face almost hostile in its hopeless pleasure, Wren couldn’t deny this act was something the Second Alpha enjoyed.
Not when his fat cock rocked back and forth with the swing of Toby’s hips, a pendulum that left her mouth watering. Kieran was uncut, the swollen head having burst past his foreskin to shine as it dripped beads of delicious fluid.
Unsure what drove her, Wren desired to reach out and suck that dangling organ. To wrap her hands around the hint of his knot just as she’d watched Rosie do to Caspian the last several days.
More slick gushed from her slit.
Toby fucking Kieran before her eyes. The daily display of Caspian sitting in his chair, staring at Wren’s naked body—staring into her eyes—while Rosie labored to suck him dry. Rosie who may as well not have been there for all the heed he paid her. She was a hole, one he could use while his mouse was still in too much pain to bear his sexual aggression.
These thoughts blended into one pornographic mess, stirred up her sleep-labored brain into a whirlwind of carnal craving that hit Wren like a punch in the gut.
With a strangled cry, she gushed all over Caspian’s hands, her leg shaking when she kicked and cried out a disgusting release.
“Naughty girl, I didn’t say this pretty pussy could cum.” Grainy, his voice slurred with desire, Caspian whispered equal parts chastisement and filthy praise in her ear. “Now you’ll have to be punished.”
With mouth and hand.
Teeth took to her shoulder, biting down with enough force that she hissed. Where his calloused hand forcibly moved between her thighs, Caspian increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, fucking into her so hard slick squirt out and sprayed her legs.
Where was her blanket?
Why couldn’t she think straight?
And why didn’t she protest when Kieran reached for her, flopping her around like a rag doll and dragging her under his rocking body?
One moment she’d been flush with Caspian, a second later she was spread-eagle, prone directly under Kieran’s pulsating cock.
Impaled without so much as a kiss or sweet word, that instrument burrowed its way deep.
Though it had only been days since she’d been filled, the burn and stretch reminded her so much of that first time Caspian had mounted her in her home that Wren could almost smell the mildew dank air.
Home…
A smile bloomed on her lips.
And then Toby drove all three of them forward.
“Fuck!” Kieran lowed as the veins in his neck pulsed.
Toby made his own animal sounds and he reached past the man who sheathed his dick and fisted a handful of Wren’s hair. “Look at her, Kieran! Tell me there is not a more beautiful female on this planet!”
Hooded eyes, mouth slack from over-sensation, Kieran seemed beyond anything but the feel of squeezing cunt and invasive cock.
Already knotting her, Wren’s needy pussy fluttered in protest as the bulge of flesh grew too large to give her the friction a starved womb desired.
Still she came, her body unable to deny such pressure, or to deny the chance to feed off warm soupy cum that dumped from the beautiful male straight into her.
Toby, however, was not yet ready to release.
As if to punish the Second for such selfishness, or as if to laud him for swelling the Omega’s belly with so much sperm, Toby began an all-out assault on Kieran’s ass.
Tied to her by his knot, there was nothing the Second could do to stop him. Though he snarled, and threw back his head with threats of death, dismemberment, revenge…
Through it all, Toby laughed.
Until he too was swept away, breath caught in a grunt, face twisted as he jetted the Second full of his first burst of cum.
Pulling out, spraying over Kieran’s back, Wren’s face, her nest… everywhere.
The force with which creamy fluid shot out of him, the way he continued to beat at his throbbing meat and mangle his knot. Wren had never seen anything like it.
Testicles drew up tight, swelled, shrank, swelled. Over and over like a living thing. A fountain of cum that speckled his pecs, ran dripping down his straining thighs.
As his ushering wound down, a panting Toby announced to the Alpha who’d yet to fully participate. “She still wants more.”
With a grunt of agreement, Caspian shifted his weight. “I feel it too. Our pretty cum-slut doesn’t think one knot is enough.”
Tawny hair hanging in his eyes, the tips spiky with sweat, Kieran hoisted a stiffening Wren upright.
“Don’t be nervous. Shhhhh.” Caspian whispered, his chest sliding over her back. “This one time, I’ll go easy on you.”
Cockhead to her second hole, pressing forward before she’d grasped what this was, Wren clung to Kieran, her splints digging into his back as her asshole was breached.
It hurt, gravity pulling her down Caspian’s aching organ.
She could sense his impatience, how much he needed friction to alleviate a pain he’d been carrying in his cock for days.
No amount of Rosie’s mouth had fully satisfied him.
Not one of the cunts he’d used in the pen where Wren couldn’t see.
He’d been a walking, disgruntled erection.
His knots has been insignificant, the usherings he’d poured in his women meager.
The tight ring of her ass squeezed him so tight, her guts felt his pleasure.
Perverse groans vibrated from him to her. They echoed through the bones Toby had claimed, left her resonating with them.
One sated. One in desperate need.
And her trapped in pleasure and pain—realizing that this whole event had been staged.
Kieran’s knot gave a mighty pulse, he emptied another great spurt just as Caspian found himself fully seated. There was only a small bit of flesh between their cocks, and she was such a small girl to be speared so relentlessly.
Sweating from the urge to force them both out, head lolling back against the First Alpha who always took advantage, Wren felt a tear leak from the corner of her eye.
Toby kissed it away. Just as he murmured words of encouragement and love to her when Caspian began to thrust.
There was slick enough to smooth Caspian’s invasion. There was cum enough still pouring from Kieran to keep Wren’s cunt contracting. And there was Toby incessant kisses on her mouth, his breath mingling with hers until all three of them filled her up.
The orgasm that twisted from her toes and locked each muscle up tight, left her screaming like a woman caught under the knife. Any who heard would have thought they’d tortured her. Beat her. Broke her down bit by bit.
They would have seen the tears that rode those cries, and not known them for what they were.
Matching the intensity of her dirge, Caspian erupted. A volley of warmth shot so deep inside her the sensation would never fade. He came, his knot outside her tender ring, yet threatening the gate.
He came.
And so did she.
As if it was the first time, ever.
And when it was over? When the men gently disengaged and a flood of their seed dumped from her cunt and ass? When she had to sit in the mess and realize that she was awake, that this thing had happened between them. That she still thrummed with their pleasure and completion?
Wren sat dumbstruck.
Chapter 5
It was Toby’s voice that finally broke through the ringing in her head. “You’re okay, sunshine.”
Okay?
“Come here.”
As in move? No. She couldn’t do that. Everything was still buzzing, swirling, and pinching under her skin. A flood still leaked out of her, staining her legs with slippery scented ownership.
And this room smelled terrible.
Like other women. Like years of sex, and pain, and… Longing?
Help.
Wren wanted to shout out that word. But she’d never been able to speak. No matter how m
any times her father had slapped her for willfully remaining silent. No matter how much her flustered mother had begged.
Help me.
Fingers threaded through her hair, kneading a head grown cottony. “I’m here, sunshine.”
My nest is all wrong. This room is too dark. My chest hurts. I’m frightened!
“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmmm?”
I’m drowning. You’re killing me.
“There’s nothing like a bath after a hard fuck up the ass, eh, Kieran?” A good natured slap bounded off the lolling Second’s chest.
Arm thrown over his handsome face, Kieran growled a spent, “I’m going to castrate you with a rusty spoon.”
How could this be nothing to them? How could they tangle their limbs with hers and press their heated flesh to her body as if ready to find slumber in the cooling pools of their shared ejaculate?
“Up you go.” Arms came under knees, cradled her shoulders, and Wren was carried away from the scene of her destruction.
“When you look at me with those big eyes, I know you can see me.” Toby nuzzled her nose with his. “A little fear, a little wonder… Someday you’ll even learn to smile. And it won’t be from the gifts, or the fucking, or the babies that will swell out your belly. It will be because you just can’t help yourself, sweet pea.” With a chuckle, he added, “Well, some of those grins will be from the fucking. I’m going to keep you so clogged with cum that it will never stop dripping from those fleshy little petals between your legs. Everyone will know I was Alpha enough to claim a mate.”
With the heat in his last words, the snarling challenge as he bit out each syllable, Wren grew smaller.
Alphas didn’t claim mates unless they wanted to breed, or were growing old and wanted the constant companionship of a bonded female slave. Young males, men of power, would never!
Yet Toby had bitten her. Purposefully, brutally. And, stupid as Wren was, she had not realized it until after she’d faced the three of them down in the Waterworks.
And lost.
Caspian had done far more than bitten her. He’d mauled her flesh, scarring her for life on every last place anyone might see.
Except her face. That had already been ruined by the tattoo that marked her as defective.
But at least Caspian had also said his claim would only last until her Estrous. It almost made this madness seem reasonable. But Toby, he wanted to keep her.
Yet he let the others have their fun. Built a malformed nest around her and played on her fears for his benefit.
A good mate would bring her her boys.
A good mate wouldn’t have seen her ripped from her home and degraded.
Good mates did not exist.
And that horrible truth was something all Omegas learned young.
Having missed the sound of water filling the tub, Wren hissed when the thing she’d been clinging to lowered her down. A drowned Warrens rat swimming in a pool of fluids, and pain, and inner disgust.
Help me.
Those two words would never be heeded in a place like this.
He took a cup and poured water over her unwashed hair. “I promise you everything is going to be okay.”
No. It wouldn’t be.
Suds were added, all those dingy locks washed clean until they sparkled like fresh snow.
Wren had never seen snow. Only mud and dirty air and disappointment.
“Dip your head back. Good.” Male hands worked under the water, her hair floating behind her like the net she’d been caught in. “I knew you’d do me proud tonight. When tempted, Kieran has never been able to resist you. Do you know why?”
Kieran is a horrible male.
“Because for as far back as he can remember, his mother pimped him out so she could get a fix.”
A drop, a sinking hold of sensation, sucked the air from lifeless lungs.
Toby winked, still toying with her hair under the water. “Mommy issues galore. And then there you are, offering your life for two kids who aren’t even yours.”
Oh, they were hers. In every possible fucking way but DNA, those boys were hers. And that right there was the reminder she needed to pull herself out of the tornado of ugliness these males had trapped her in tonight.
A full breath stretched her ribs.
“So you understand?” Helping her sit up, Toby reached for a bottle of scentless cream that would keep her hair soft and shining. “No one has ever loved him. I certainly don’t. Caspian hates him. But you can. You will.”
No.
“Yes, you will. You’ll love him for all the times he was forced to take a cock so his mom might get high. You’ll love the little boy who never had a soul to kiss his scraped knees. You’ll love him because you know exactly why he is the way he is.” Again he pushed her back into the water to rinse silken hair clean. “Granted, you might die the death of one-thousand cuts along the way… but I’ll be here to lick your wounds clean.”
I’m going to take my boys far away from you. From all of you.
“And Caspian, he’s completely under your spell. Won’t it be fun to watch him falter and break?”
You’re a sick man.
“That’s enough of a soak for my sweet little sunshine. Come on out now.” Water sloshed, spilling from the tub to rush over cracked tiles, Wren pulled from enough water to hydrate a family for a week. “Let’s dry your splints and make sure the swelling’s in check. Then straight back to bed with you.”
Chapter 6
Wren was restless. A good sign that healing progressed, that pneumonia retreated, and that Alec’s ten days were almost up.
Funny how ten days could pass in a blur.
When they weren’t fucking her, one of them was sleeping beside her—as if they managed their criminal syndicate in shifts.—leaving her trapped in the most disgusting nest imaginable.
It was filthy, the bedding having not been changed since the day she’d signed her soul away to Caspian. And it seemed the males didn’t mind the bloodstains, or dried salves, or the days’ worth of sexual fluids that had soaked so deep that entire blankets were stiff and crunched when moved.
In fact, it seemed they were competing to see who could defile her nesting place the most.
It was hard to judge the winner.
Kieran certainly sprayed more cum than the others—pointedly directing his eruptions to all corners like a dog marking his territory. After he’d pounded her down into the bedding, that first knot was always wasted, left to splatter her breasts so he could use the whole of his body to rub his scent all over her flesh when he fucked her immediately after the last salty droplet splashed her skin. He used her roughly, forcibly ensuring her pleasure under extreme circumstances and chastising if she failed to cum.
The Second rarely slept, using his time with their broken captive to play every sick sort of sexual game he might imagine. This he did, Wren was certain, in an attempt to make her balk. He wanted her to fail.
He wanted her gone.
Yet clung to her in the rare moments his exhausted eyes did close.
When he’d wake, untangle his limbs, hand running through his dark hair as he stood over her, he’d scowl. And then she’d be punished with words—all the ways the other whores sucked cock better. That she was sickly and weak… an embarrassment.
His tirade never took place before the other males. No, it was Kieran’s secret spite and blatant insecurity that stabbed at her in exactly the right place. Because all he claimed was true.
Wren could hardly take a cock down her throat without gagging and begging for air. She didn’t know advanced sexual technique, or exotic positions. And yes, she was ill, and scarred, and had lived her entire life aware her defects made her an embarrassment.
So the barbs didn’t sting her already numbed psyche, and that frustrated Kieran all the more.
The Second Alpha was not going to inspire the meltdown they both knew he hoped would get her sent from Caspian’s den.
Yet still he pushed. He’d ask
her to bend backwards like a bridge and bear the entire weight of her inverted body on hands and feet so he could fuck her until her legs cramped and she fell. She’d obey, the upside-down world rocking as her hair brushed the floor.
When inevitable failure to hold such a position brought her tumbling to the ground, again he’d compare her to all the beauty that waited in the pen. Yet it wasn’t them who’d pull his head to her breast, and comb through those tawny locks with her fingers while he sputtered and raged… and allowed it.
The dark marks under his eyes, the obvious exhaustion. He became putty—that slept and drooled and clung so hard it made her bones ache until the cycle could repeat.
Then there was Toby who thought he was her succor. Toby who saw that she was gently bathed, that her hair was combed, medicines injected and swallowed, fingers observed. Toby who talked to her with his hands as he practiced sign language. Toby who would devour the pussy Kieran inevitably left stuffed with his cum for hours on end.
Until her nerves couldn’t take another second.
Until she truly wanted to scream.
It was his attention that sent her closest to falling off the edge. Toby’s dedication that endangered Alec.
Because she wanted to slap him away and scream that she didn’t need his tenderness or pretty words.
Were Kieran wiser, he’d forfeit his time and give Toby every possible hour to drive her insane.
“You look much better today. Rosy cheeked and soft as silk.” He’d signed it perfectly.
A small, practiced smile was offered. Wren playing house, playing mate, to appease the one whose bond rattled in her bones with unmatched hunger.
“Once your cough is under control, and your lungs have recovered, I’ll take you up top to a restaurant and a show. Just us two for a night on the town.”
Like normal women who didn’t sleep in filth and sell their bodies? Air left her lungs, a slight disbelieving snort ruining Wren’s facade.
Tone edging toward warning, Toby said. “All other males will envy me.”
Resolute energy flowed from his end of the bond, the buzz working to chase away her incredulity.
