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  She’d heard him climax. Smelled both his cum and a foreign Omega’s arousal in the air.

  She’d seen the slick soaked, discarded panties left by the leather chair!

  What was he doing?

  Yanking too hard at the zipper on the pretty blue dress led to the sound of tearing seams and another gasp. Fabric fell off one shoulder, hot lips fastening to uncovered skin long enough for her to draw breath.

  An endless Alpha growl worked against her shock, the pooling slick in the gusset of her panties already overflowing to trickle down pale thighs.

  That’s what he was after…

  Her scent.

  Caspian ran his hands through it, spread it over her hips, her ass. He rubbed it into blue fabric. In two minutes flat, he made a soggy mess of her.

  Clit throbbing, head swimming from the way he continued to take her mouth, Wren began to whine for mercy from that unrelenting growl. Her pussy was already pooling with slick, her body responding exactly as it should have. But still he continued to rumble out a call.

  Female fingers went over his mouth in a bid to silence him. He bit her, growling all the louder.

  Enough had been done to her today that this endless rumble, something so simple as a noise, was enough to set her insides to choke on nothing. It wasn’t an orgasm; it was a bid for mercy amidst her total confusion.

  Yes, his hand gripped her ass. Yes, a warm palm kneaded a blue-draped breast. But where he was focusing his attack was painfully ignored.

  Punishment?

  Was this for knocking at his door and making him get up to answer? Or for pulling a face at his generous offer of food?

  Hooking her leg at his hip she ground against his knee and could have groaned in agony when it was not enough.

  Not so long as he made that noise.

  His hand when to his fly. The male who smelled of another woman, whose cock was most likely still smeared with her red lipstick, was going to fuck her like this, in the most degrading way imaginable.

  Wren grew angry. Barking a growl of her own, she shoved him back.

  Panting, eyes wild and pupils enlarged, the Alpha roared, “Are you telling me no?”

  She put a hand to his thumping heart and tried to catch her breath. Suffocating on the heady stink of ardent Alpha, the lingering reek of another Omega, her own slippery offering, her body’s response was a jangled mix of instinctual demands.

  Present, be fucked. Reject, protect yourself.

  “I gave you food and water!”

  Wren closed her eyes, unsure why the room was spinning.

  “Shelter. My finest room!”

  She nodded, straining her neck forward so she might take a breath of him and be calmed.

  Though he practically vibrated with agitation, he let her nose his chest, barking, “Why do you do that? The others don’t. They strip like good whores and bend over.”

  The reminder was a necessary one. It didn’t matter if she was overwhelmed, if she was half-sick with the stink in the room, if she wanted it or not. She wasn’t here to enjoy what he did, just to bear it.

  Fingers went to the straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms until the garment might slip on its own and pool at her feet. Wren didn’t meet his eye when she shucked the sodden panties next. She just stood there, waiting for a command.

  Like a real whore.

  When he made no move to direct her, when he failed to touch, she peeked up under her lashes and found him glowering something fierce.

  “Next time you push me away, I’ll take what I want in a way you will not enjoy. Do you understand me, trembling mouse?”

  She displayed her understanding by reaching for his belt. Perfunctory, pulling it open as if she’d done so a thousand times, Wren parted his fly. There it was, red smears of what had probably been very pretty lipstick.

  The shudder that followed, she couldn’t have checked no matter how hard she might try.

  Still, her hands went to lift that beast, the throbbing of a still engorging cock almost hypnotic. Under her palms, it beat in rhythm to his heart, set the pace for her breaths, and grew all the larger.

  She’d never touched a cock before. There had never been a need to. Touching one now, smearing her fingers in the red until the pads had been stained, she held them up. Another woman’s mark on a man who used many. A man who had begun to grumble out a purr mutilated by more of that demanding growl for her slick.

  Looking from her stained fingers to his eyes, she took that hand and smeared red right over his heart… so she wouldn’t forget when her instincts began to cloud her mind. So she wouldn’t let herself enjoy.

  “Is my pretty mouse jealous? Is that what this is all about?” He seemed thoroughly pleased by the concept, a smirk growing on his ravaged face.

  Not jealous. Degraded.

  Chapter 6

  That look in her eye made his cock swell even fucking bigger, made it spray her with a gush of precum. Shucking his pants and kicking them out of the way, Caspian demanded she look at just who owned her now.

  When lavender eyes ran over his chest, when her pupils grew just a little larger, he purred. “Until you learn how to suck my cock better, mouse, Rosie will do it every day. Sometimes she’ll do it in front of you before I fuck you. Sometimes she’ll do it while you’re fucking Kieran or Toby. I like her mouth and I’ve paid for it.”

  The female nodded, expression closed no matter how much slick ran at his call.

  “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let her use her mouth on you.”

  No nod.

  Weighing a breast, Caspian warmed to the idea. “She can suck on these tits while I screw your brains out.”

  Nothing.

  Nipple rolled between forefinger and thumb, a quick tweak and pinch left the flesh pink and inviting. “She can lick your cunt, stretch your ass… get you ready for all the things I want to do to you.”

  The Omega pushed her legs together, the movement so subtle that had Caspian not been watching closely for a reaction, it would have been missed.

  He had found her limit so easily… and what a boring limit it was. “You disappoint me mouse…”

  Lavender eyes raised and for a split second he saw right into her thoughts. It wasn’t his disappointment that inspired his visceral reaction in that moment, it was hers. She was disappointed in him.

  The resulting prickly sensation in his bones twinged and twisted. It made demands. Caspian even fucking offered a deep, comforting purr before he could stop himself.

  White lashes drooped at the sound, but that unwelcome burn didn’t fully wash away.

  “Turn around.” He couldn’t take those eyes on him again. But he could take everything else.

  She obeyed.

  “Put your hands against the wall.” This was more natural: his command, a female’s obedience. “Wider, pretty mouse. Now your legs, step them apart and let me see how wet my good girl is for me.”

  When sweet thighs parted, a little river of slick rushed down her thighs. Proof that no matter her brooding looks, she desired him.

  Delving into wet folds with searching fingers, Caspian found no mark of damage from Toby’s order to prepare her.

  “Did you take all of Toby’s fist? Were you a good girl for my Third?”

  White hair danced at her lower back when his trapped mouse nodded.

  “Did you like it?”

  Her hesitation was not of the nature of the ones before. It was contemplative, the following shrug unsure.

  There was a bad girl in there. One who would learn the thrill of the things Caspian tempted her with. “Did you think of me when you came? Of Kieran? Whose knot did you imagine stretching this pussy?”

  The question startled her. Caspian could almost see the mouse’s ears pricking—recognized the shift in her scent. Interesting…

  Teasing slick-drenched fingers up and down her fluttering slit, he found himself pressed to her back, nose in her hair. When he growled, when his demand shook from his chest, he
wanted her whole damn body to feel it. “Did you think of that first time I held you down and took everything you weren’t ready to give? How I own you now?” He plunged in two twisting digits, relishing her gasp as he finger fucked through all that seeping fluid. Loud squelching filthy noises filled the air, more delicious cries coming from the bad, bad girl he’d was going to teach her to be. “Did you think of your Alpha’s cock? Did you want my cum filling up this sweet cunt?”

  The scent of Omega desire grew so thick in the air Caspian was drunk on it. She might play the innocent virgin, but the body pressing back against him was willing no matter the hesitations of the mind.

  Breathing heavy at her ear, he swore. “I’ll fuck you so hard no other will ever compare.”

  Fisting his cock, he lined up before she might brace, and shoved forward with such might her body hit the wall. Looking down at the trapped mouse, how her cheek was squished to the paint, how her eyes rolled and twitched, he savaged her hole.

  He didn’t give her time to adjust to him, but forced everything he had in her belly.

  He didn’t care if she yelped or mewled each time his sack slapped her ass.

  There was nothing of thought when a cunt that tight rippled and spasmed and tempted him to conquer it. He was beyond rough. More than primal.

  Those eyes owed him, and so Caspian rooted his fingers into her hair. Yanking back her head, licking at her mouth, he found the lavender gone.

  Only black with the thinnest hint of an almost burgundy limbal ring. Eyes that were blank of anything but pleasure.

  He’d fuck that out of her too. He’d fuck out the shy, abandoned thing keeping house in the Warrens. He’d fuck out the ferocious protector to two worthless boys. He’d fuck out the resistant, immaculate pretty mouse who looked so fucking good clean he’d almost kissed her at his door.

  He’d fuck this creature into nothingness.

  Destroy her.

  Make her pay for existing in a world that didn’t revolve around him.

  Drinking of her lips, high on her cries, Caspian gave over to the rage.

  She’d dared look at him and found him wanting when he’d found her flawless. Her tight, wet sleeve of flesh that tried to milk at his cock dared to quiver and tempt this mating to end.

  The fucking smell of her dared to incite feelings beyond victory and fire.

  “Fucking slut!”

  The roar shook out of his massive chest, rolling off the ceiling. Vibrating, every nerve alive with possession, he let slip a bellow.

  A single, male call no woman before had earned.

  If two other contenders had not opened the door, things might have gone too far. Caspian might have done more than drag his teeth to her shoulder and pinched the flesh.

  He might have torn into her, just as he’d torn into her cunt.

  Snarling, all animal, Caspian pulled his mouth from female flesh, snapping his teeth at the intruders. Boxing in his Omega with arms bulging, ready to strike should another male take one step closer, he growled.

  “That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck her. Fuck her like the slut she is…” Eyes wild to find the barbarism of Caspian pounding the female, his Second wasted no time. Pants open, shirt yanked up, Kieran furiously began to jack off as he stood a wise distance away.

  Toby, his beastly exposed dick hanging heavy and swollen, dripped precum on the floor. Eyes glazed, he muttered to himself, “I get her third.”

  First-Alpha got first claim. No other male would taste his mouse unless they tasted him on her. That thought, the knowledge that his cum would lace every kiss the Second and Third might suck from her lips, the way she squealed when he redoubled his efforts and began to rumble with the coming pulse of an epic building knot, sent Caspian over the edge.

  He was supposed to knot outside her and ease it into her pussy as it grew… that was the plan so that she might stretch and be ready for Toby later. But it was too late, his knot burst forth and locked tight behind her pubic bone. Balls heavy with unspent sperm drew up and ached with need to expel.

  Omega cunt seized, coughing around him in a bid to seat his throbbing meat deeper. He was there, right on target when that the first mighty spray spewed forth to froth and churn in her relentless pulsating grasp.

  Internal muscles sucked him for more, mangling his relentless knot in a grip of iron, and left the female wailing in the violence of her release.

  “Turn her so I can see.” Breathy words, bent with short grunts of pleasure came from Kieran. “I want to see her hole stretched around you. I want to watch her cunt leak.”

  To show off his conquest to the pack, to let them observe just what he owned, drew another thick wave of cum straight up Caspian’s shaft.

  Hand wrapping the front of her throat, First-Alpha displayed his trophy.

  Her feet could not reach the floor, not hung as she was on his cock. She dangled, pale legs pathetically kicking in a bid for support.

  Kieran stroked himself faster, one thumb rubbing circles over his weeping crown. “God damn… look at that pussy. Stuffed fucking full. I bet you a thousand credits she’ll piss herself if you press down.”

  Toby groaned, face one of twisted pleasure and misery, as his cock dumped sperm on the floor. He had not so much as stroked that thing—would not touch it until his turn—and still he spilled. “Let me taste.”

  No. He wanted her muscles surging and struggling to handle his knot, not emptying her bladder and lessening the pressure. “Both of you come here and lick her. She comes the entire duration of my knot or neither of you will get a turn today.

  Toby had already fallen to his knees before his First, tongue lashing its way up the girl’s leg. Kieran was at his side a second later, flick, flick, flicking a swollen clit.

  Noises unlike any he’d heard from a female came from the mute one.

  Music, her song… and Caspian came again.

  The Omega’s legs were propped on his subordinate’s shoulders. Watching his two pack brothers fight over who might lick what, feeling her strain her body as if she might actually escape the attention of three males, it was perfection.

  Chapter 7

  Wren knew they’d somehow ended up on the bed. She knew the one who’d knotted her had hooked her legs over his forearms and kept her obscenely spread for his men. She didn’t know how to make them stop.

  Her back sticking to Caspian’s sweaty chest and torso, the scrub of his coarse hair scratching overexcited flesh as she relentlessly squirmed, she wordlessly begged.

  One fist caught in Kieran’s hair, another pushing Toby’s bald head away, a surging cramp stole from her womb. The knot Caspian’s rocking hips still manipulated inside her didn’t shrink in the slightest.

  It fucking grew.

  She could see where his cock bulged out her belly, could feel the swimming despoilment gushing behind that knot. No matter how she squeezed him, no matter how many times he came, nothing gave.

  It was indecent how the two crouched between her legs and lapped up the trickling feast. Toby took it a step further, wedging his arm under her lower back, and angled his hand down between her cheeks. Without any way of avoiding his probing fingers, she’d been left pierced through another hole. Her slick eased his teasing, the stinging stretch as he pulsed in and out of her ass somehow making her orgasms all the more staggering.

  “Ungh... make her do that again.” The man arching under her threw back his head, cock kicking in the swirling mess of her insides. “Fuck her ass with your fingers. As many as she can take.”

  Two. Two was all it took before she hissed in pain and the relentless pleasure began to ebb. She almost wished he would have shoved in three and obliterated any last trace of their power over her body.

  Kieran ran his hands over her more sensitive ridges, sitting back to watch as he strummed her nub. Their eyes met. The way he licked his lips, how full they’d grown feasting on her clit, left her aching from more than just too much attention.

  The base, lower part of
herself these males had drawn out felt a surge of vanity in immodesty. Green eyes looked at her with true appreciation. They looked at her with longing.

  And deep, deep down, there was a very real thrill knowing it was her who’d earned that gaze.

  Before she could make peace with such an awful thought, he fell on her clit again and the fresh rasp of tongue was too much. Those burning green eyes that silently demanded she watch everything he did to her, blew the last trace of her cognizance away.

  Wren came screaming—a long, lingering pull of her pussy wrapping the jerking meat inside her.

  She came so fully that the knot that refused to budge was forced an inch lower to crown at the mouth of her cunt.

  Beneath her, Caspian howled, bucking to fight his way back in.

  Toby shouted, “Let her do it! Get her ready for me!” Eyes wide as he grinned at what brought forth a horrible sting.

  Another stomach-clenching surge and his knot was caught at the gate where pink flesh thinned in an effort to ease his exit.

  “No you don’t!” The subordinate males were kicked back, Caspian rolling Wren to her stomach so he might bear his weight down against her attempt to expel him. Driving his way through taut muscles and over-full cunt, he reseated his knot just as another wave of boiling cum burst forth. Breathing heavy, he rocked his hips, grunting at her ear, “Be a good girl and hold this fucking knot until I’m done with you.”

  Upon hearing his growl, his pleasure, her insides obeyed, sucking him even deeper than he had been before.

  Without the constant stimulation of the other two males, it was bearable. Pleasurable to focus only on the pulse and beat of the male flesh inside her.

  Flattened under the weight of a beast, one who began to purr when she began to sob in relief, Wren closed her eyes to all of it.

  The body endured but the mind flew far away. By the time he finally slopped his last possible spend against her womb, she was in tune with something greater than herself.

  The knot began to subside.