Silent Captive (Wren's Song 2)

The pacing Alpha who had not stopped circling the bed was going to entertain his pack mates with his diabolical fetish. He would wreck and ravage the designs of her haven, just as he tore into her body

She rubbed her cheek on the best smelling fabric, letting herself enjoy the final moments before bad things came. That was how one survived the Warrens. The moment was all that mattered.

“Are you thinking of me?”

She’d closed her eyes, lost in something simple and soft when Toby sidled nearer, smiling like a ravenous wolf.

Nodding, lying, Wren made sure not to so much as glance to where Caspian still waited, reeking of impatience in his chair. Or to acknowledge that Kieran lurked nearby, edging nearer with each passing minute.

The Second wanted front row seats to his show.

This was the best she could do.

The situation was awful, the men were unworthy, but the nest… she’d assembled it imagining another. And it was beautiful.

Any Omega would envy it.

And she would suffer in it.

A finger traced down her spine. “I’ll brace her.” Kieran was even closer than Wren thought.

Spittle flung from Toby’s mouth when he turned to snarl, “And what makes you think I want to share?”

Slippery and smiling like a tempting demon, Kieran cocked a brow. “Come on, man. Let me help her open up for you. I can make it good for you both. I know how you like your sac kneaded. I can show her where to bite when you arch back.”

“No.” Rising from his chair, an air of infinite impatience hovering around him, Caspian strode forward. “I will hold her.”

The edge of a nail dragging up and down her spine stilled, Kieran grumbling, “Who’s going to remind Toby of his place if things go too far?”

Caspian came around the bed, licking his lips as he stared at her tits. “You’re Second. You fuck Toby. If you’re half as rough with him as you were with her, he’ll get the message loud and clear.”

Snarling at Kieran, Toby turned on his friend. “You try to stick your cock up my ass, and I’ll fucking cut your throat while you’re sleeping.”

The handsome male ignored the Third’s threat, cocking an incredulous brow at Caspian. “You almost sound as if you think I was too rough with her.”

“You were.” In the middle of three males, Wren kept her eyes on the nest and proceeded to ignore their squabbles, just as she’d ignore what they were going to do to her. Caspian caught her cheek in his palm, raising her head as if she had a part in their conversation. “The mouse couldn’t have had it up the ass before, and now she’ll cringe each time I expect it. I didn’t bring her here to watch her suffer. I brought her here to watch her sing.”

Pretentious, unkind, Kieran snorted. “Then why are you giving her to Toby?”

Not an ounce of softness was in Caspian’s expression. No love, no adoration. Only a mild hint of mystification as he spoke to Kieran yet studied her face. “Toby doesn’t want to hurt her. You did.”

Chapter 11

This was not expected.

Brace her. Hold her.

The mental nightmare those words inspired was nothing compared to what unfolded upon the bed.

Braced against the headboard, cocooning her limbs, Caspian cradled her. He held her back to his chest, encapsulating her body in warm muscles and gently searching fingers. Purring, he crooned at Wren’s ear the nastiest of filth said in the sweetest of tones.

Sluicing through folds that still dripped his cum even after the shower, pinching and tugging them until her slit was totally exposed to the room, he growled, “Open up that tasty pussy, pretty mouse. I want to feel your juices soak my cock while Toby fucks you silly.”

Legs hitched over his forearms, spread so the petals of her sex were open, the very hole Caspian referred to suckled air like a little mouth with each tremor his words inspired. It was lewd. The way both Kieran and Toby hovered close to watch each pulse of her cunt, indecent.

Kieran reached forward as if entranced, dragging his fingers from tender anus to hooded clit, touching her as if the dripping slit before him offered a drug more intoxicating than the shit his men sold to the desperate. “I saw you take Toby’s whole fist this morning. Yet you still look so tiny.”

Two fingers penetrated knuckle deep, Kieran flipping palm upward to seek out something at the roof of her canal—something that made Wren jump and gasp when firm pressure was applied. Stiff, unyielding circles on that spot and her clit swelled to peek out past her hood. Pink, shined tight skin twitched like a beacon to be stimulated, flicked, bit, anything.

Anxious, electric shocks tingled under her skin, and two men who knew more about the female body than she did ganged up on her nervous system and sent it into overload. Caspian toyed with her folds, Kieran teased at her cunt, neither of them so much as breathing on her clit.