Silent Captive (Wren's Song 2)

He liked to watch. Apparently that extended to her just sitting still. But she let him, that view cascading over them both, holding his eyes as he fucked his hand and made enough noise anyone outside that door would know an Alpha was seeking pleasure.

Standing from his chair, cock and balls framed by an open zipper, Kieran closed the small distance between them. “You don’t have to suck me, but I want you to swallow when I shoot my load. I want to be in your belly, sweet thing. Your first real meal that wasn’t jammed down a tube.” He took the back of her head, drawing her closer. “I can be gentle. Be a good girl and show me that you’re grateful.”

Spermy slime smeared her split lip. It stung, Wren unblinking as she met that gaze. And then he pushed inward, gently. Crown popping between her lips, the man managing to throw back his head, yet still hold her eyes.

Fist moving at a furious pace, he grunted in time with his hand.

Unsure why she did it, Wren gave a lick to the weeping slit staining her tongue. That was all it took, that one simple enticement before her cheeks flooded with flavor, and the Alpha groaned out a string of expletives—calling her a dirty slut no less than three times.

Cunt. Whore. Pretty, pretty tart.

That last one almost make her smirk.

It took several measured swallows to get it all, to feel his spend coating her esophagus and churning in her belly. A portion dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down her neck to blemish the collar of her hospital gown. The Alpha didn’t mind it one bit. Cock still bobbing in her face, he rubbed what leaked into her throat, sighing as if this was something he’d needed.

Maybe he had. A swallow from his fancy, dazed Omega set him at ease.

The doctor cleared his throat.

The connection was severed, Wren’s cheeks hot with shame to realize another person been witness to whatever insanity was just shared between them.

Backs of his fingers ran over the bone of her cheek, Kieran chuckled to see her so undone. “It never lasts, this look. All the girls in the pen lose it in time, though sometimes they try to fake it, but I can always tell.”

It never lasts because every last one of those women had been broken. It faded because those women were not loved, not by the males who kept them. Maybe even not by themselves.

Wren wanted to tell him this, but the pen and paper were gone, and unlike Toby, he had no interest in learning sign language. The Second may have been beautiful, maybe on some level he even thought his intentions were good—he certainly spoke in passion as if he did—but he was missing a fundamental piece of his soul.

Like Caspian, like charming, crazy Toby, Kieran was not a good man, and probably never had been.

And if she let them, the three of them would try to eat her until she was no different than jaded Rosie.

Caspian who stole her from her home. Kieran who liked to fuck her at her weakest moments. And Toby…

Her shoulder began to itch.

Absently scratching at the hospital gown, a gurgle of heartburn burned in her breast. Abandoning her shoulder to press against her sternum, Wren winced.

The noise she made drew the attention of the two men. Both watched very closely, but it was the doctor who asked, “Are you in pain?”

She wasn’t in anything, not with whatever drugs he’d pumped into her system, but she was something. Confused? Suddenly uneasy?

She’d played Kieran’s game; she had submitted to his pack… and found oblivion speared by Toby’s malformed cock. Pain, pleasure, all thoughts skidding to a mental halt until only the body existed and the mind had floated far away.

She let the Third do as he wanted with her, and her body had relished Toby’s brand of defilement in its own way. Because Caspian had been holding her, and Kieran had watched over.

But, Toby must have damaged her badly enough that she ended up here.

God, her chest hurt. She could feel pain, horrible gnawing pain no matter if she exhaled or held her breath. The room was spinning, the sounds of beeping machines fading into the hum of blood in her ears.

A pin light clicked, searing brightness burning through her pupil as the doctor forced open her lid. “She’s going to pass out if he doesn’t calm down.”

“I’ll deal with it.” Again, Kieran gave her that look before he left the room.

Down the hall it sounded like something was breaking, shouts and roars. “I want to see her!”

The thumping pain redoubled until black crept through Wren’s vision and all went quiet.

The next time she woke, Kieran was back, the catheter was gone, and a second IV port was in her other arm. “Breathing treatment first, then food. And if you submit like the good girl Caspian says you are, I’ll take you to visit your boy.”