She needed to be home, in her beloved nest, surrounded by her boys and salvage.
“Shhhhhhhhh, darling mouse.” Soft kisses came over deep scattered wounds that ached the most. “Be still, I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll fuck this sweet pussy as soon as you might handle me. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”
Coughing up the excess cum that had overcome her throat, Rosie wiped at her running mascara.
Her face red, her eyes on the cracked cement floor she stood, straightening her dress and smoothing her hair as if this horrible treatment meant nothing to her.
It wasn’t just Wren who’d been degraded.
And that, that is what broke a bitter Omega’s heart.
Chapter 4
“Mmmhh.” Drugged by deep sleep, a breathy hmmm escaped Wren’s parted lips.
A rocking sensation drew her further from muddled dreams—a gentle bump, bump, bump that jostled just enough a sleepy Wren’s lashes parted. She nearly gasped.
Kieran.
At her side, braced, the naked beauty of the only Alpha male who’d yet to intrude into her nest.
Not quite near enough to touch, not even looking at her in the dark. His sculpted body—defined muscles rippling—caught up in pleasure.
But it was why muffled grunts were kept locked behind his teeth that left her frozen still.
Fists clenched in the covers, sweat gathered on Kieran’s brow.
He was being fucked… by a softly whispering Toby. “Look how pretty she is, our sweet Omega. Smell her eager cunt. Fill her up with a feast for me.”
One word grunted impatiently passed Kieran’s parted lips. “Harder.”
To hear him breathless, to see him mounted by a lower ranked Alpha… for pleasure… Wren didn’t know what to make of it.
What had been rolling hips, Toby hardly visible in the dark, became rough, dedicated thrusts that jostled both bodies closer to where she laid. Shrouded in shadow’s Wren spied from slightly parted lids, and saw little of Toby’s naked form beyond where his hands stroked Kieran’s back, or where his pelvis shoved a lube shined cock straight into the Alpha’s body. But she sensed through their link that he was fully aware of her regard.
And was pleased by it.
She could even feel his pleasure, his building release in the base of her spine.
She could hear him silently calling to her, tempting her to be braver and show them her attention.
That was his game.
And where she refused to engage, the bed began to shake with more force, knocking back against the wall so roughly that there was no way she could pretend to be asleep.
Caspian’s massive form was pressed to her back. Unsure if he slept or if he too had his eyes on the scene, Wren had her answer a moment later.
He gave an approving grunt right before something thick and wriggling borrowed between her thighs.
Fingers.
They slipped and danced as her clit peeked from its hood and her labia bloomed with unexpected slick.
There was no hiding her response. For the first time in the presence of these men, Wren was aroused by something other than an Alpha growl, desire perfuming the air with the scent of honest slick.
Hooking his fingers behind her pelvic bone, Caspian rubbed hard at that secret spot. Teasing the nerves, milking her slick glands until a wet squelch of noise squished with his hands’ every movement.
She should have been scandalized at the taboo scene taking place beside her, not readily spilling slick.
She should have shut her eyes so hard she’d never have to see Kieran’s pupils expand when he got the first breath of her arousal.
She should not have moaned when Caspian began to thrust his slippery fingers in and out of her hungry hole in tempo with Toby’s cock disappearing into Kieran’s ass.
And she definitely should not have looked to see the engorged prick hanging down from Kieran’s hips, dragging a trail of precum over the sheets.
She’d never seen his dick so big. So angry looking.
Face almost hostile in its hopeless pleasure, Wren couldn’t deny this act was something the Second Alpha enjoyed.
Not when his fat cock rocked back and forth with the swing of Toby’s hips, a pendulum that left her mouth watering. Kieran was uncut, the swollen head having burst past his foreskin to shine as it dripped beads of delicious fluid.
Unsure what drove her, Wren desired to reach out and suck that dangling organ. To wrap her hands around the hint of his knot just as she’d watched Rosie do to Caspian the last several days.
More slick gushed from her slit.
Toby fucking Kieran before her eyes. The daily display of Caspian sitting in his chair, staring at Wren’s naked body—staring into her eyes—while Rosie labored to suck him dry. Rosie who may as well not have been there for all the heed he paid her. She was a hole, one he could use while his mouse was still in too much pain to bear his sexual aggression.