Ravaged Captive (Wren's Song 4)

‘Fuck!” A wave of raw sensation churned from Kieran’s toes and fingertips, rushing forward through a system overly taxed by a disjointed rut. “Don’t stop!”

Under him something squirmed, little teeth biting the heel of his palm. But Kieran didn’t notice. There was a cunt around his knot, one no longer squeezing down as it should—a disembodied female presence so beneath his notice in that moment, that when he bent double, hands framing the complaining woman’s body, it was as if she wasn’t even there.

How could he pay her any attention while Toby hit that perfect spot?

Voice thickened by his own pleasure, the Third took a firmer hold of Kieran’s hips. Each word punctuated by withdrawing to the tip, and fucking in full force. “She. Wants. You. Back.”

There was nothing more his sack could offer, Kieran cumming dry in a painful last lurch that felt so excruciatingly right.

Lips fell to his neck, Toby groaning out the beginnings of a release. Flooding Kieran’s colon until his bowels ached.

There was the suck of a kiss on sweat-salted skin, the Third showing mercy by pulling out to spray the remainder of his spend on Kieran’s buttocks.

Still buried in the flailing woman who reeked of anger, the Second could do little more than pant and keep his eyes locked on the projection.

Asshole leaking cum down his thigh, burning from misuse in a way that sent his skin to pebble, at long last his erection began to retreat.

The rut was finally broken.

Licking a flat-tongued trail to the shell of Kieran’s ear, Toby whispered, “Don’t give Caspian a reason to be jealous, and you won’t get sent to the pen like the hypocrite you are.”

The insult registered slowly, Kieran focused on the slither of his flaccid dick out of a slick vomiting channel. It registered just as the pain in his palm registered.

He was bleeding from a deep-set bite wound on his hand that was far more incensing than the psychotic Third’s slander. About ready to break the aggravating female’s neck, he shouted, “Did you fucking mark me?”

The wide-eyed doll scooted back like a kicked puppy, and for once, wisely kept her mouth shut.

Laughing, Toby ran his fingers over a similar, cum stained bite mark decorating Kieran’s ass—one Jax had left there when she’d fought them in the waterworks before the Syndicate. “Now there’s the ticket! Show that little beauty to Caspian, and he’ll let you back between our mate’s thighs.”

Turning his back on the Omega, Kieran faced off against the Third.

Up to his disgusting tricks, Toby continued to grin and stroke his cock, denying his knot so it might grow ghastly. “Caspian is not going to let you do that shit to her again.”

“Ahh.” Toby let a dribble of cum splatter the floor as his poor knot began to creep down his shaft. “But I was a good boy and gave the boss several days to play with my sunshine. I followed orders… and tonight I get my turn. I intend to make the most of it.”

The hologram shut off, the room going silent. “Caspian won’t allow it.”

“Caspian won’t know. Sunshine is a good girl. She knows what to keep to herself.”

Warning dousing his tone in pure grit, Kieran shook his head. “Toby…”

Changing the topic, it seemed the Third had final words of wisdom to offer. “He doesn’t want Jax to like you. He sure as fuck does not want you to like her. That’s where you made your mistake. For now, all her affection needs to be his. If she so much as smiles at you bigger than she smirks at him, I’ll be getting a promotion I don’t want. Don’t go dumping more nutrient substance down her throat… at least where he can see. You get caught up in the rut again, you take it out on your doll.”

The doll in question squared her shoulders and found her voice. “I’m his mate.”

Unhinged smile growing, Toby gave her a wink. “My mistake, sweet cheeks.”

And with that, he tucked away his still hard cock, and left the room.

When she reached out to stroke his arm, Kieran shook her off. Naked, he followed his friend, ready to bathe and get back to work.

***

Left alone and still reeling, the doll sat in the nest she’d made special for her new love. It smelled of the perfect, most handsome male she’d ever seen. It was wet with his seed.

She’d done well!

But she had not done enough.

Another male’s stink wafted from the scattering of his still-warm ejaculate. A series of tiny puddles left to befoul her blankets.

Toby… the Third ranked Alpha of the Syndicate.

Scooping some sticky, foreign spend on her fingers, the doll stretched Toby’s cum between forefinger and thumb, watching the string snap while she considered.

A lick.

It didn’t carry the same sweet flavor as Kieran’s generous outpouring. More tangy, laced with underlying saltiness.