Broken Captive (Wren's Song 3)

Toby kissed it away. Just as he murmured words of encouragement and love to her when Caspian began to thrust.

There was slick enough to smooth Caspian’s invasion. There was cum enough still pouring from Kieran to keep Wren’s cunt contracting. And there was Toby incessant kisses on her mouth, his breath mingling with hers until all three of them filled her up.

The orgasm that twisted from her toes and locked each muscle up tight, left her screaming like a woman caught under the knife. Any who heard would have thought they’d tortured her. Beat her. Broke her down bit by bit.

They would have seen the tears that rode those cries, and not known them for what they were.

Matching the intensity of her dirge, Caspian erupted. A volley of warmth shot so deep inside her the sensation would never fade. He came, his knot outside her tender ring, yet threatening the gate.

He came.

And so did she.

As if it was the first time, ever.

And when it was over? When the men gently disengaged and a flood of their seed dumped from her cunt and ass? When she had to sit in the mess and realize that she was awake, that this thing had happened between them. That she still thrummed with their pleasure and completion?

Wren sat dumbstruck.

Chapter 5

It was Toby’s voice that finally broke through the ringing in her head. “You’re okay, sunshine.”

Okay?

“Come here.”

As in move? No. She couldn’t do that. Everything was still buzzing, swirling, and pinching under her skin. A flood still leaked out of her, staining her legs with slippery scented ownership.

And this room smelled terrible.

Like other women. Like years of sex, and pain, and… Longing?

Help.

Wren wanted to shout out that word. But she’d never been able to speak. No matter how many times her father had slapped her for willfully remaining silent. No matter how much her flustered mother had begged.

Help me.

Fingers threaded through her hair, kneading a head grown cottony. “I’m here, sunshine.”

My nest is all wrong. This room is too dark. My chest hurts. I’m frightened!

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmmm?”

I’m drowning. You’re killing me.

“There’s nothing like a bath after a hard fuck up the ass, eh, Kieran?” A good natured slap bounded off the lolling Second’s chest.

Arm thrown over his handsome face, Kieran growled a spent, “I’m going to castrate you with a rusty spoon.”

How could this be nothing to them? How could they tangle their limbs with hers and press their heated flesh to her body as if ready to find slumber in the cooling pools of their shared ejaculate?

“Up you go.” Arms came under knees, cradled her shoulders, and Wren was carried away from the scene of her destruction.

“When you look at me with those big eyes, I know you can see me.” Toby nuzzled her nose with his. “A little fear, a little wonder… Someday you’ll even learn to smile. And it won’t be from the gifts, or the fucking, or the babies that will swell out your belly. It will be because you just can’t help yourself, sweet pea.” With a chuckle, he added, “Well, some of those grins will be from the fucking. I’m going to keep you so clogged with cum that it will never stop dripping from those fleshy little petals between your legs. Everyone will know I was Alpha enough to claim a mate.”

With the heat in his last words, the snarling challenge as he bit out each syllable, Wren grew smaller.

Alphas didn’t claim mates unless they wanted to breed, or were growing old and wanted the constant companionship of a bonded female slave. Young males, men of power, would never!

Yet Toby had bitten her. Purposefully, brutally. And, stupid as Wren was, she had not realized it until after she’d faced the three of them down in the Waterworks.

And lost.

Caspian had done far more than bitten her. He’d mauled her flesh, scarring her for life on every last place anyone might see.

Except her face. That had already been ruined by the tattoo that marked her as defective.

But at least Caspian had also said his claim would only last until her Estrous. It almost made this madness seem reasonable. But Toby, he wanted to keep her.

Yet he let the others have their fun. Built a malformed nest around her and played on her fears for his benefit.

A good mate would bring her her boys.

A good mate wouldn’t have seen her ripped from her home and degraded.

Good mates did not exist.

And that horrible truth was something all Omegas learned young.

Having missed the sound of water filling the tub, Wren hissed when the thing she’d been clinging to lowered her down. A drowned Warrens rat swimming in a pool of fluids, and pain, and inner disgust.

Help me.

Those two words would never be heeded in a place like this.

He took a cup and poured water over her unwashed hair. “I promise you everything is going to be okay.”