Silent Captive (Wren's Song 2)

The body endured but the mind flew far away. By the time he finally slopped his last possible spend against her womb, she was in tune with something greater than herself.

The knot began to subside.

Pressure released with a pop.

Wren couldn’t see who, but she felt a mouth gobbling up what ushered forth.

Toby…

It was Toby. Kieran was too busy fisting his cock on the bed beside her. Hand a blur of motion, he came on her face, a sticky spider web of semen stretching from her check to chin.

A hungry groan came from the bald head that butted her thighs apart in a bid to get more, and Caspian’s knot shrunk.

Another wave of fluids rushed out to soak the bedding.

Eyelids drooping, the grunts and groans of three men filling the air, Wren fell asleep.

***

Drawing out of her fluttering sheath, Caspian ground his teeth on a groan. The rasp of over-stimulation against his cock both stung and enticed, and if he didn’t leave her saturated cunt, he was going to fuck his mouse a second time.

The temptation, the rattling whir of her sleepy purr, it made it impossible to share with the two males already reaching for her.

Caspian dropped his head to scent her neck and calm himself… he’d never taken it that far with the other girls. Not to the point the female had passed out cold.

He’d never fucked an Omega while simultaneously threatening his pack. He’d never once been territorial over cunt.

Drawing in a rib-stretching breath, he reminded himself that there was nothing special about this girl. She was just a good lay. Best goddamn pussy he’d ever had.

An Omega who didn’t know her place. Who had challenged him.

One who had dared push him away.

His cock began to ache just thinking of how good it had felt to fuck her up against the wall. To know there would be bruises that he put on her. Punishment served.

She might have said no, might have insulted him with those eyes, but no other cunt screamed yes like hers did. And since an inexperienced castoff like her was incapable of faking a single smile or moan, her every last cry had been genuine.

For him.

For his cock.

His cum.

His brutality.

She’d liked being battered against the wall. And though it might have shocked her ridiculous virginal sensibilities, Caspian had felt how hard her pussy squeezed him when she realized Kieran and Toby—his pack—had come in to watch.

Her devious little pussy was greedy for sperm, always trying to urge the knot out of him after the first thrust.

Cum slut.

His cum slut, for now. And she’d get plenty tonight by the time Kieran and Toby had their fun. She’d be marched back to her room, jizz dripping from every last pore, leaving a splattered trail for his gang to sniff at when they walked the halls. She’d wake up tomorrow with no fucking clue what happened to her, why she’d wanted it, why she was going to grow addicted.

Naive Omega… a pretty, mute mouse. He’d make sure she craved him. That she’d learn to patiently wait while Rosie sucked his cock and took the edge off.

He’d make her watch next time. The Omega lying back on this very bed with her legs spread so that as she grew aroused, she’d be unable to hide it. From him or herself.

Under him, the mouse’s purr-laced snores rattled on. The sound was… unhealthy… and stole his attention away from the fantasy. The source of his consternation clattered out a congested hum—and for the first time, he listened to it.

He hated the weak, sick sound as much as he thirsted for it.

Looking down at his sleeping prize, Caspian eyed the globs of Kieran’s cum splattering her face and scowled.

When his Second haltingly reached forward to rub his scent into her skin, contact was not allowed. Without thought, Caspian had grabbed the other Alpha’s wrist, warning him off with a snarl.

“Tonight’s for pack.” Kieran lowered down, challenging in stance yet placating in tone. “Tonight we share and grow stronger for it.”

The burgeoning growl vibrating from an aggressive First-Alpha’s throat didn’t stutter, Caspian warning, “You’ll get your turn when I say you get your turn, Second. Back the fuck off. She’s tired.”

Kieran lowered his head, but not in submission. He lowered his head ready to charge. “You’re still caught in the rut, and I swore to you I wouldn’t let you bite her. I’m not going to let you play mate with her either and incite a greater urge. Get off the Omega. Summon Rosie if you need another fuck to take the edge off. Summon the whole fucking pen before you do something we would all regret. Pack always comes before cunt.”

Another challenge rumbled from a throat tense with twitching muscle. “You will have your turn when I say it’s your turn. The Omega needs rest, water, and something sweet… unless you want to fuck a ragdoll. Back the fuck off until I say you can touch her.”