Ravaged Captive (Wren's Song 4)

Entering the manse, heavy footfall hitting the mirrored floors, Caspian stopped short, barking. “What?”

The old man had to have been half deaf, his bent frame struggling to close the weighty doors. “Would you care for refreshment before you join the Master and his female?”

Unwilling to wait for the old codger to escort him forward, he brushed the old man aside—the butler caught by a waiting guard before he broke a hip on hard floors. Not that Caspian gave a fuck.

He didn’t even notice with his brain twitching in his skull.

Because in that house, under the sparkling chandeliers and polished walls, lingered the scent of a well-fucked Omega.

One oozing the blended aroma of his cum and her slick.

The perfume was laced in blood, and peppered with agitation. And it was fresh, easy to trail, not that Caspian didn’t know the exact layout of every room in the Third’s family mansion. Not that he didn’t have plants walking these ugly halls to spy on every last move the influential Ross family made.

Robotic, marching up the second half of a curved staircase, stomping down halls past startled servants and pointless attendants, he hunted that scent.

Past ancient artwork and Grecian statues, a filigreed door was cracked. That sliver framed a seated female. One with clean, wet hair. One bathed in sunshine, a view of the city ignored as she sat motionless and stiff.

Clothed in a dove-gray housecoat, she stared at the far wall.

Sitting with a chair pulled to face the female, leaning his weight on his knees, Toby toyed with a damp strand of her hair. All the while, he spoke to her in a voice too low for Caspian to hear. He spoke to her without his manic grin, seemingly serious, yet unable to stop fingering that same white lock.

There was no nod, nor did she flat out ignore the male. The mouse tolerated.

And now that he’d gone quiet, Caspian could feel a shadow of what she felt. His mouse was angry and equally beholden toward Toby. Not afraid, not frantic—still as a glassy lake churning at its greatest depths.

Toby was oblivious to her internal turmoil—still murmuring, still closer than the female obviously was comfortable with.

Paused outside the door, stealing the view through that tempting crack, Caspian drank her in.

As if she sensed him, her head turned. Luminous lavender eyes landed on mud-brown, Caspian slowly pushing the door wide.

Her lips, still pink from his recent attention, quirked into a small smile of greeting. And in that moment, Caspian felt his soul twist.

This was no runaway.

Chapter 14

“Ungh…” God, there went another one—cum evacuating his balls, a full-body shiver sent Kieran’s eyes rolling back. The chemical tension waned, a fulfilling knot partnered with a female who screamed in exactly the enthusiastic ecstasy he enjoyed best. And just when he thought the relentless rut might be over, the same need rushed right back in.

Sizzling nerves until orgasm turned into an extended, pained groan.

This pussy, it wasn’t enough.

He’d always hated being told who he had to fuck, saddled with Caspian’s leftovers when ordered to take the most recently used up bitch off his leader’s hands.

Sure, those females were typically gorgeous, well-trained, and willing—much more willing to suck his cock than they had ever been for Caspian. Publically riding those bitches before the Syndicate had established Kieran’s status as Second; knocking up a few who’d hated Caspian, most had even been fun.

But this one, she wasn’t his castoffs. The First had not even accepted her as a gift, despite Kieran’s expense and trouble. And though the doll’s cunt felt spectacular and her scent was pure Omega, she’d never been more than something to play with.

And, of course, dressing her up had been a great dig at the boss—all that bleached hair and pale skin so close to Caspian’s mouse.

This doll, the drooling girl whose pussy churned around Kieran’s cock, should have placated the Second’s need to fuck through this abnormal rut. It should have gratified him that she ultimately wasn’t Caspian’s castoffs, but it burned that he’d been ordered to drain his balls into a female.

He’d been ordered to breed her.

That wasn’t their deal.

Jax was their deal.

Caspian got to mark and fuck an Omega he would not be required to keep once he grew bored. Estrous would hit, and Toby, despite the myriad reasons he shouldn’t, would fully claim the Omega. Caspian would be free, Toby would get his forever plaything, and Kieran would be the first to fill her body with child.

Everyone got something.

And now, Caspian unsettled the balance, saddling him with a female who would not stop talking!

Even with his hands around her throat, she managed to squeak out, “I love you, Kieran.”

Cock coughing up another round of abundant sperm, Kieran bucked, ignored the corresponding feminine squeal, and squeezed his swollen eyes shut. When she continued to bleat, his palm left her neck and pressed over her mouth.