Branded Captive (Wren's Song 1)

She couldn’t live like this.

“Shhhh, Omega.” The one called Kieran stroked her naked spine, his purr gaining strength with each passing minute.

She’d willingly, even enthusiastically, ridden an evil man’s cock, while striking green eyes bore witness…

Kieran had taken pleasure in what he’d seen.

Still took pleasure even now if the jutting member between his legs was any indication. It dripped scented fluid, adding to the pool of semen and slick that still spilled from her pussy to smear the floor under her bruised knees.

The longer he lingered and pathetically tried to console, the more his motivation for doing so became apparent.

Once or twice, the hand exploring the curve of her bent spine had slipped over rounded ass cheeks to trail where sensitive flesh still tingled. Though she’d shied, he’d found what he sought, bringing drenched fingers to his mouth. After, a quick suck and a snarled warning when Wren tried to back away, self-preservation kept her still and pliant.

He eased even closer, shifting his body so his thighs brushed her ass. Draping himself over her spine, he sucked in air at her neck and purred. “I could make you feel better before Toby comes to lick you clean.”

What?

“I know how to take a girl gentle. Is that what you want?” The pitch of his voice grew predatory, hungry. “I’ll make you feel good. Comfort you.”

Wren couldn’t have heard him right.

Working to calm down, to gather her wits and find the strength to ignore his bone-melting purr and crawl off, she glanced through her tangled hair and found Kieran was stroking himself again… to this.

To her crying on the floor in a puddle of cum.

The smell of his cock, the subtle musky difference between the last offering of hard dick grew more pungent when his fist milked toward his glans. He spilled for her, just enough to change the scent markers in the air.

He even took that handful and rubbed it on her ass, delving his finger under folded legs, trying to push his juice up inside her.

A new Alpha wished to stake claim.

She should have run off, but the shock of it, of all of it, left her staring and frozen to the spot.

Deft hands went to the buttons of his shirt, Kieran pulling it wide to show a sculpted torso and the raw muscle hidden underneath. Rapacious, he teased the feel of his naked chest against her back, the purr vibrating deep into her frazzled nerves.

Wren closed her eyes.

“I can be good to you, fill you up, ease the sting.” Nose nuzzling into her tangles, he licked at her ear. “Raise up that sweet ass. Good, just like that.”

Why was she moving? How was this happening again?

Face to cold tile, spine arching, knees tucked under her—cum smeared and bruised.

The picture of subjugation.

Kieran didn’t bother with a growl, his cock had globs of another man’s sperm to offer lubrication. He didn’t tease at her like Caspian had done, there was no running of his cockhead over her clit. He just slipped in.

And groaned like a wildcat ready to sup on his kill. “What did you do to him to make him act so crazy? Show me, sweet thing.”

He rolled his hips in a measured stroke, stretching her around his girth until not an inch more might fit. Gyrating his pelvis against her ass, he ran his chest over her back, a full body pet both inside and out.

“What makes you purr?” The whisper tickled her ear, the following nip to her shoulder leaving Wren shuddering. “Do you want me to stroke you, to play with your beautiful tits?”

He may have been asking, but his hands were already doing. Reaching under her, he grabbed a handful of breast, pulling at it until only her nipple was caught in his fingers. He gave it a tweak, rolling the swollen tip until she arched and her damaged throat tried to make a mewl.

A little more of his cock went inside.

“And how about this?” his fingers slipped past her belly all the way to where a little clit peeked from its hood. He strummed her there, drawing out another gasp and cramping wave of slick.

At her nervous cry, he shushed her again. “You’re going to relax and let me take care of you. I know what to do.” A rougher pinch sent the Omega lurching. He caught her tight, pulled her flush, and growled, “I have everything you need.”

Gyrating hips stirred his cock in her channel, the steel-hard length of him rubbing at places a simple shunt in and out would miss.

Her hand slapped the floor. A plea for it to end, for him to finish tormenting her and leave her alone.

The complaint encouraged only more of the same, endless minutes of gentle enticement that left her head swimming and insides screwed up tight. It wasn’t until she actively began to struggle that he broke from his pretend calm and gave her a growl more terrifying than any Caspian had used against her. It left her gushing slick around his intrusion to saturate the thatch of hair at his base and drip down her already soiled legs.