Broken Captive Read online Addison Cain (Wren’s Song #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wren's Song Series by Addison Cain
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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Missed the scent of his mouse but could not bring himself to seek her things.

He had not been back to his rooms since the mud had sucked her down, preferring the consuming distraction of his favorites in the pen. Naked, coated in female fluids, and coming down from a hideous headache, Caspian lay, daring for the first time in days to close his eyes.

Which carried him straight to the worst kind of hell. The kind where he felt his mouse’s final desperation like a knife to the guts. Today it was only a dull throb of sad determination, of thirst and hunger. But as he suffered the torment, the bad feelings abated—as if a window had opened and sun streamed in. From the fragment of their link came joy, pride… arousal?

His dick twitched and someone, Caspian didn’t even care to look, latched on.

The slippery tongue felt like sandpaper, the rolling wave of hands over his sack like slimy filth.

Pushing the bobbing head away, eyes still shut tight, Caspian drew in a breath of relief when his cock popped free of unwelcome lips.

Longing teased at all the internal places where he ached and rotted… embarrassed longing. The very feeling that plagued the mouse when he’d knotted her just right. When he held her close no matter if she was angry. A special feeling she only resonated with for him.

When she had been left to Kieran’s devices, she never longed for him. Mostly she drew away from herself and survived her time with the most desired Alpha in the Waterworks.

Her time with Toby had always left her overwhelmed and scared it was too good to be true. Yes, she longed for the Third, but the flavor was unique and pale in comparison for the few brief sips she had with Caspian.

Feeling that flutter now, knowing it wasn’t the flagging drugs, aware that though his eyes were closed this was not a dream, Caspian jolted from where he sprawled.

An instant later he jackknifed up. Because that distant female longing had folded into sadness, and he could practically taste the salt of her tears on his tongue.

FUCK, she’s alive!

Groaning in response to rough treatment, the smooth-skinned Beta draped over his thigh wiggled in her sleep. Immediately he shoved her arms—and the touch of the other five women he’d slaked his lusts on—away. Not a single chirped complaint when he ordered the used beauties off, not a single coy batting of their lashes or a flirty smile to tempt him back to the bed.

No, they shuffled off most likely in relief, considering how many hours he’d put them to work.

Only Rosie stood there, watching him with those big blue eyes.

Eyes that gave nothing away.

He didn’t have time for her shit. Not now when his guts churned with the lightest vibration of her. “I told you to get out.”

Pulling a pair of discarded panties from a raggedy dresser, the blonde slipped them over her hips. “Never thought I’d see you like this.”

Haggard and unable to knot? Yeah, he read right between her lines. “Any of you speak of it, and I’ll see you all skinned.”

“Hey.” Rosie held up her hands, the dispassion in her eyes matching the lack of condescending smirk he knew she was just dying to produce. “I remember what happened to Jetta.”

Jetta, one of the finer pieces of leather to make up Caspian’s prized coat.

Shrugging into his clothes, Caspian shot her a dark look. “What do you want, Rosie?”

“I want the big room.”

“No.”

She snorted a dark laugh. “Who else would you possibly give it to?”

Well the options were endless considering the stock he sheltered for his men. “Jean, Mai… that one with the curly hair.”

“Naomi,” Rosie offered, unflinching and unwavering. “Her name is Naomi.”

That’s right. Naomi who loved to eat cunt and tolerated cock.

“Please.” The fact that it was a real please, that it was coming from so jaded a female, got Caspian to cease doing up his trousers and look at her. Once she had his eye, the Omega continued. “I want out of the pen.”

Fuck no. Not with a mouth like that. His men fought over who got to spend time with Rosie. Some of them fancied themselves in love with her.

The very idea made him snort. “I don’t have time to listen to you complain about how full your belly is or the temperature of your baths. So you gotta suck some cock, so what?”

“It can be like it was before, between us…” Twiddling her fingers, playing the role of sweet miss, Rosie pulled out all the stops. Just like she had when she’d caught his eye years ago. “I know what you need, what it takes to please you. I’ll earn my place.”

Enough! Caspian tightened his belt, dismissing her entirely. “This is about the new girl Kieran brought in.”

A flash lit up the blue of her eyes. “He bleached her hair white…”


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