Broken Captive (Wren's Song 3)

Pinned for ages, cunt quivering, grasping and sucking Caspian deeper each time his still hard cock spurt a fresh batch of seed, Wren saw him arrive.

Kieran, eyes sunken and face drawn, had made his way down to join his brothers.

Green eyes running over her pinned form, he looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

And indeed there was a ghost standing beside him—a pale female with long, white hair. A female who held Kieran’s hand and glared with disgust at the filthy Omega speared on the table.

A near carbon copy of Wren.

“I thought I was your new little girl.”