Her mind no longer directed toward the past or present. Locked in their hold, the future pulled her into blissful uncertainty. She closed her eyes and felt the gruesome tearing of their knots as they twined like frantic and searching serpents.
The wine of the woman was sent gushing, more perfect than a man could invent. The fluids sloshed, an impeccable yellowish paste.
“More.” Her legs clamped to the perspiring, husky bodies. The virile scent of the alphas invaded and wafted in her nostrils. “More!”
“Take her.”
Hands everywhere. The rough scratch of fingernails. Lips caught against their rough and matted tufts of hair, Wren dipped into consummation. The knots spread farther into her gut like parasites. Their extending fang-like prongs bore into her ovaries.
“No!” Wren cried.
An image flashed in her mind. Her belly was full of three. She was chained to a bed, sweat pouring down her cheeks. Helpless. Afraid.
She depended on them, too.
The pain tore into her heart, which in turn pulled the alphas in further.
“Feel her, oh!”
One by one, the alphas expelled their thick seed. Pain wrecked the tangled mass of hair and flesh. Unrelenting, their fluid coursed until she felt she could take no more. Her walls bottomed out, leaking the sappy blend.
No matter how strong she thought she was, this was the true nature God intended. Open and inviting. Patient and starved for security. Numb, numb, numb…
The men dug their teeth into her back, digging their jaws down against her flesh. Leaving the scars of the imprint, they hatched their jaws back and huffed. Their markings were important to the process of breeding. She needed to know that she was theirs. Like scorned apes, they pumped, frantically dispelling the last of their cum.
“Take it gently.”
“Precious.”
“Incubate her.”
The men removed the chains from around her limbs. Gently rocking her back, they held her thighs into the air and cupped her lips together. “None wasted,” Killian said.
The throb of pain from their knots still ached inside her. She closed her thighs together and started to weep.
“Precious, why are you crying?” Vash asked.
“Because now I will be pregnant,” she whispered, mouth full of tears and excess muccus.
“We will take care of you,” he said. “Come. We will make you a nest in the other room.”
Eyeing the revolver she’d used just days ago in the barracks, she closed her eyes and let her dreams of being independent drift away. She’d gotten a taste, and maybe, that could be enough.
Sinking her head back, Wren swallowed before nodding. “I will be a good mother. I promise.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Precious, what the fuck are you doing out here?”
It has been 133 days of pregnancy, 133 days of rest, 133 days of creating something bigger than myself.
A warm hand gently caressed her shoulder before she could realize where she was. Blinking her eyes, she saw the fall color leaves across the earth floor. In the distance, the haze of the city shone brightly. She had been sleepwalking again.
“I… I’m sorry,” she said.
The alphas stared at each other before nodding. As Killian knelt in front of her, he removed a strand of hair from her eyes. “We aren’t angry, but we need you to comply,” he said. “Can you do that, Precious?”
At least they asked this time.