Ravaged Captive (Wren's Song 4)

A spit-drenched finger circled her anus, threatening to push forward and breach.

Watching her involuntarily clench, knowing it would force out another splatter of cream from her cunt, he clicked his tongue. “I said hold it.”

She was fucking flawless in her wide-eyed, blown pupil, haze. No matter his commands, her cunt wanted to keep all he threatened to let spill. It desired the very knot he was using to stretch and strain her opening.

Uptight scruples or not, the female fucking loved the exact way he wrecked her.

Considering how deeply he’d needed to fuck, he’d known he’d hurt her before the rut had fully destroyed his senses. By the state of her back—the myriad fresh bites and extensive bleeding scratches—he’d done actual damage.

But his female healed quickly, complained little, and had cum on his cock more times than any woman he’d fucked before. And he’d fucked them all. Any Omega, mated or not, that he’d desired. Betas by the truckload. He’d even mounted a raging, violent Alpha female or two.

Those battles and victories had been stimulating, but it was nothing to this.

This Omega? When pushed past the pale, she’d fought back exactly in a way the beast within craved. Tooth and nail, screams and grunts.

He too bled.

Having tempted her to mentally degrade and savage his body until Alpha blood filled her mouth. The same mouth now parted as the mouse tried to catch her breath. The sweet mouth that had kissed his lips, licked at the mark on his neck she’s left all those weeks ago.

A place she had dared to bite him a second time at the cusp of his fifth or sixth climax.

Caspian had almost blacked out from the sheer force of his physical response to her sharp teeth. He’d roared and rammed when her nails gouged deep lines down his back. And when the manic fog had cleared, he had her over him, riding an engorged cock gone purple with blood, and found her taking her pleasure despite new bruises and wounds.

A pale head had been thrown back, inhuman noise coming from her throat as she milked his knot and ground her pelvis hard enough to make his groin ache.

The things he’d threatened her with for presuming to dominate him were beyond vulgar. All this he snarled while strumming the needy clit peeking from her hood. Leaning back, the Omega had spread the thighs banking his legs all the wider. Challenging him to follow through while chasing his thumb for more.

She’d cum so hard she’d sobbed.

So very pretty when she cried, his knot ballooned even larger, big hands reaching to pull the female to his chest so those tears might fall and mingle with his sweat.

In that moment, Caspian had wished she could speak.

A declaration perhaps that of all males, she preferred him most. Her body already spoke that truth—he’d watched her with both Kieran and Toby, and though she enjoyed being fucked by his pack, there was something between he and she that neither Second or Third could touch.

It fluttered like a caught bird in the fragment of the weak bond he could sense. Something his.

The pretty mouse hated him, that was true. But when they were joined, her abhorrence splintered. When he fucked her past the point of reason, it disappeared altogether.

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.