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  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 ganged 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 th
at 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.

  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 trapped 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.