Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Fuck…”
He loved it, telling her so as he growled again and again until the puddle around them grew even larger. Until Wren wasn’t sure he could wring any more from her womb.
Sluicing through the river, he began to rock her back and forth. So fucking full of him, over stimulated by the dancing finger on her clit, Wren finally surrendered to his game.
He knew the instant he had won, laughing over her as he shifted from playful to gratifying. Gone were the rolling strokes, replaced by snapping hips and a pinch on her clit.
Voice husky, enunciating between thrusts, he demanded, “Are you going to purr for me?”
No…
She couldn’t purr, moaning past an aching throat as she was.
“I can be as good to you as he is.”
Good? Is that what these males thought they were?
Good men didn’t fuck a woman on a filth-smeared floor until her knees went numb and her cheek was frozen.
And still her body responded.
She clenched around him until her ass was trembling, Kieran beginning to struggle to spear her. He had to fight convulsing muscles and a weeping slit to force his way in. And from the way the Alpha roared, he gloried in it—pulling back on her hips while thrusting forward with all his might.
He sank in deep.
Deep enough to feed her his knot whether she was ready for it or not.
It ballooned against overwrought nerves, sending her spiraling into a frenzy beyond her mental capacity to process. How had she not had enough cum? How could she feel such need for a frightening stranger just because his cock might kick inside her?
The twisting grip of her internal muscles fixed on that pulsating knot, fastening tight in a stranglehold that ran up his shaft in rippling waves.
All his talk ran dry, the male shouting gibberish as he tried to plow deeper still. Ears ringing from his roars, heart beating against her ribs, Wren sobbed as the first heavy spew was sucked from his cock to flood her cunt with seed.
Yes! This is what she needed to take away all reason and pain.
Another burst of fresh hot seed infiltrated her belly, held in by a still swelling knot.
An orgasm ravaged her body as more and more Alpha offering soothed the hurt, Wren unwittingly gave him what she thought to deny.
She purred.
And he grew drunk on it.
He would not let up, coaxing out rippling pressure from her clit so her orgasm might feed his. He didn’t stop until she was pinned flat to the floor, the Alpha still jerking at her back fighting to push even deeper.
How long it lasted, Wren didn’t know. She was still crushed under him, panting and high on the most fucked up of sex when Toby, followed by a team of Caspian’s slaves, arrived.
Wren was too depleted to care she was seen lying in a pool of body fluids, naked and disgusting. But the man at her back, the one whose knot still twitched inside her, wrapped muscled limbs around her, rising up as far at the knot would allow, to snarl.
All animal, Kieran showed teeth, wild-eyed and vicious. “Get the fuck out!”
The slaves took one look at him before dropping the crates carried between them to obey.
A frowning Toby refused to budge. Not one bit intimidated, he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a low growl in response. “Down, boy. Once that knot lets up, I get to lick her clean.”
Chest rumbling, Kieran narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to kill the next man who walks in here.”
“Well, if that’s the case, Caspian will have five workers to replace later.” Toby, didn’t seem to care who Kieran might kill. He cared about getting the job done. “He sent a lot a shit over for her, and I’m not going to let it sink in the mud outside.”
Kieran kneaded Wren’s breast, his attention going back to the knot-dazed female. “Then get it over with.”
Cocking a brow, an unsettling grin growing on his face, Toby chuckled. “I’m not sure fucking her was the comfort Caspian had in mind. She looks cold and miserable.”
Temper rising, his eyes snapped up. “Get me a fucking blanket then.”
“There’s a doctor outside with orders to see her right away. Will you be able to control yourself and not break his neck, or should I call Caspian and have him come subdue you?”
“Doctor?” As if he had forgotten the string of purple bruises blooming on her neck, Kieran carefully pulled back white hair to inspect the swelling. Unwilling to let him touch there, Wren winced, turning her face further into the cracked tile pillowing her head. “Send him in. But if I see him so much as glance at her tits the way you are, I make no promises that he’ll survive it.”
Chapter 11
“Does it hurt when I do this?” Careful fingers manipulated the column of her throat, shifting Wren’s trachea amidst blotchy, purple skin.