Silent Captive (Wren's Song 2)

Toby groaned, face one of twisted pleasure and misery, as his cock dumped sperm on the floor. He had not so much as stroked that thing—would not touch it until his turn—and still he spilled. “Let me taste.”

No. He wanted her muscles surging and struggling to handle his knot, not emptying her bladder and lessening the pressure. “Both of you come here and lick her. She comes the entire duration of my knot or neither of you will get a turn today.

Toby had already fallen to his knees before his First, tongue lashing its way up the girl’s leg. Kieran was at his side a second later, flick, flick, flicking a swollen clit.

Noises unlike any he’d heard from a female came from the mute one.

Music, her song… and Caspian came again.

The Omega’s legs were propped on his subordinate’s shoulders. Watching his two pack brothers fight over who might lick what, feeling her strain her body as if she might actually escape the attention of three males, it was perfection.

Chapter 7

Wren knew they’d somehow ended up on the bed. She knew the one who’d knotted her had hooked her legs over his forearms and kept her obscenely spread for his men. She didn’t know how to make them stop.

Her back sticking to Caspian’s sweaty chest and torso, the scrub of his coarse hair scratching overexcited flesh as she relentlessly squirmed, she wordlessly begged.

One fist caught in Kieran’s hair, another pushing Toby’s bald head away, a surging cramp stole from her womb. The knot Caspian’s rocking hips still manipulated inside her didn’t shrink in the slightest.

It fucking grew.

She could see where his cock bulged out her belly, could feel the swimming despoilment gushing behind that knot. No matter how she squeezed him, no matter how many times he came, nothing gave.

It was indecent how the two crouched between her legs and lapped up the trickling feast. Toby took it a step further, wedging his arm under her lower back, and angled his hand down between her cheeks. Without any way of avoiding his probing fingers, she’d been left pierced through another hole. Her slick eased his teasing, the stinging stretch as he pulsed in and out of her ass somehow making her orgasms all the more staggering.

“Ungh… make her do that again.” The man arching under her threw back his head, cock kicking in the swirling mess of her insides. “Fuck her ass with your fingers. As many as she can take.”

Two. Two was all it took before she hissed in pain and the relentless pleasure began to ebb. She almost wished he would have shoved in three and obliterated any last trace of their power over her body.

Kieran ran his hands over her more sensitive ridges, sitting back to watch as he strummed her nub. Their eyes met. The way he licked his lips, how full they’d grown feasting on her clit, left her aching from more than just too much attention.

The base, lower part of herself these males had drawn out felt a surge of vanity in immodesty. Green eyes looked at her with true appreciation. They looked at her with longing.

And deep, deep down, there was a very real thrill knowing it was her who’d earned that gaze.

Before she could make peace with such an awful thought, he fell on her clit again and the fresh rasp of tongue was too much. Those burning green eyes that silently demanded she watch everything he did to her, blew the last trace of her cognizance away.

Wren came screaming—a long, lingering pull of her pussy wrapping the jerking meat inside her.

She came so fully that the knot that refused to budge was forced an inch lower to crown at the mouth of her cunt.

Beneath her, Caspian howled, bucking to fight his way back in.

Toby shouted, “Let her do it! Get her ready for me!” Eyes wide as he grinned at what brought forth a horrible sting.

Another stomach-clenching surge and his knot was caught at the gate where pink flesh thinned in an effort to ease his exit.

“No you don’t!” The subordinate males were kicked back, Caspian rolling Wren to her stomach so he might bear his weight down against her attempt to expel him. Driving his way through taut muscles and over-full cunt, he reseated his knot just as another wave of boiling cum burst forth. Breathing heavy, he rocked his hips, grunting at her ear, “Be a good girl and hold this fucking knot until I’m done with you.”

Upon hearing his growl, his pleasure, her insides obeyed, sucking him even deeper than he had been before.

Without the constant stimulation of the other two males, it was bearable. Pleasurable to focus only on the pulse and beat of the male flesh inside her.

Flattened under the weight of a beast, one who began to purr when she began to sob in relief, Wren closed her eyes to all of it.