Branded Captive (Wren's Song 1)

The way his ribs expanded with each rich inhale, it made him grow so much larger. He truly was a beast pinning down a mouse, licking at her nipples until strange sounds caught in her throat.

He changed technique, the rasp of that tongue bringing an itch it failed to scratch. And he, the Alpha, grew more appreciative. The rumble in his chest called her to breathe deep of him, to allow what he willed.

To spread wider.

And somehow her legs obeyed.

The base of his cock slipped against her folds as if it had been coated in oil. It pried its way, balls heavy behind it, to tease and threaten all at once.

The breathless male growled, “My pretty mouse’s tits smell of peaches and taste of cream. What, I wonder, does her cunt taste like?”

He dropped the pitch of his purr and growled.

A vibration, the buzz of anxious electricity, moved under Wren’s flesh, demanding she writhe to its meter.

Hand slipping between them, Caspian replaced the pressure of his cock with that of creeping fingers.

She stiffened when he parted her labia, practically bowing off the mattress when he answered her retreat with the deepest, most licentious growl a man could produce. It came alive inside her and pushed away what made her Wren.

Head tossed back, distracted by the growing heartbeat between her legs, she answered his demanding call with a soft moan.

“Show me your eyes.”

White lashes parted.

What he found there pleased him, and Caspian gave her a satisfied smile. “Who would have thought my pretty mouse would be so receptive? I’ve hardly touched you and your pupils are blown, slick soaking the sheets under your delicious ass.” Slipping down her body, he took the fingers away until she was left wanting, uncovered in her nest and trying to sit up as if to chase after him.

“Ah, ah.” The flat of a palm settled between her breasts, pushing her down against her nest. “I want my taste. I’m going to lick and suck and bite at this sweet pussy until I’ve drank my fill. And you will lay there like a good little girl and bear it.”

When his eyes tracked from her face, over her spit-shined breasts to land between her legs, the magic was lost.

Another Alpha had pulled her pussy lips apart once, leaning close to inspect and confirm. He’d declared her a virgin before taking her off to the room with a couch.

Caspian’s hand on her chest kept her pinned when the appeal of Alpha purr failed. Try as she might, she couldn’t close her legs no matter how her muscles trembled with effort so long as the male held them open.

She couldn’t stop the shamed flush and panicked noises that squeaked past her throat.

Nor could she repress the full body shudder that bent her spine when a fat tongue rasped delicate flesh from anus to mound.

“Delicious, but naughty.” He spoke as he tongued her, as he lapped and sucked and destroyed all reason. “Bad girl! I told you not to move.” He took a nip at her clit, chuckling when she yelped. “Bad girls get fucked, good girls get played with. Are you trying to tell me you want to get fucked already?”

How could anyone be still when nerves caught fire?

The vibration of his laughter and another of those terrible growls set her wheeling into a place of sensation that stole all sense. He piled more on top of it, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue until she uncontrollably bucked against his mouth.

Something breached her, something thick and wriggling. It hooked behind her pubic bone and pulled until she screamed. In and out it pumped while flick, flick, flick, went that tongue.

A river seeped from her pussy.

“Mmmmmmhhrrmm.” The only sound she could make. Louder and louder it built, just as the tension curled in on itself like an imploding star.

This was how she was going to die. Her legs spread, mashing her pussy into the face of a killer.

Light broke inside her when the male grew rough. She shined, more slick flowed, all of it sucked up in slurps by a rampaging tongue.

“Only. Good. Girls.” The swirl and dance of his tongue staccatoed her clit between words. “Get. To. Cum.”

Insides locked on the writhing digit rubbing inside her pussy, they seized like a vise—sucking upward, milking Caspian’s fingers for a substance they could never provide. The resulting orgasm was indescribable. It tore away everything, left her truly raw and shaken to her hungry dissatisfied core.

But it had pleased the fuck out of the man who had forced it on her.

Grinning, as he licked his lips and met her eyes, Caspian climbed over her spent body and growled, “Brace yourself, kid. You’re about to get fucked like the bad, bad girl you are.”

Chapter 6

Virgin pussy tasted sweeter than goddamn wine.