Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“You want to build her a fucking nest next? She’s a whore who sold herself for spoils like all bitches do.”
Toby had his own complaints. The huge throbbing thing that had once been a dick dragged over saturated covers, the Third challenging for the girl. “I’m going to fuck her tonight, Caspian, even if I have to rip your goddamn head off! I like this one and I’ve waited.”
His Third had been forced to wait. He’d been given assurances. And with his balls and cock swollen like they were, there was good reason he lacked the capacity to be patient. But his Second… it was not like Kieran to challenge. He’d seen what had happened to the last Second who’d thought to command his first.
He’d also been the first male Caspian had mounted after the fight had been won. He’d fucked him dry, just like he’d fucked Toby dry—to establish rank and show the other, dangerous males, who ruled the Syndicate.
He’d fuck him right now if Kieran didn’t watch his goddamn mouth.
“She’s just a girl, Caspian. You’re blinded by the rut… it’s not worth risking pack. Not over something already agreed upon between us all.”
The white-haired female stirred, settling herself deeper into the covers, a little tongue darting out to taste her cum-globbed lips. That hadn’t been his cum that had put a sleepy smile on her mouth after a single lick.
Her shoulders weren’t marked by a bleeding bite that said she was his.
This was just a girl.
Slowly, the angry fog cleared, Caspian blinking hard. He was in the wrong here and was man enough to admit it. Weight shifting, Caspian rolled to pant at the drowsing mouse’s side. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he pushed until he saw stars. Until his vision matched his sparking insides.
Any minute now, he’d burst out of his skin, a true case of spontaneous combustion.
Any minute now, he’d kill the two faithful Alphas who helped him run the Syndicate.
For what? A defective female who couldn’t speak and dared judge his tastes?
Fuck her.
Concessions had to be made to his men. “Do whatever you want to her. Anything.”
“Anything?” Toby edged nearer, wasting no time laying hands on the Omega. Flipping her to her back and spreading her thighs wide, he licked his lips and prepared to devour the viscous, milky seepage from her slit. “Anything I want?”
Already pawing her face to rub his spend into her skin, Kieran snarked, “Don’t kill her.”
“Fuck you, Kieran. I told you that was an accident.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Handsome, mean grin in place, the Second looked pointedly at Toby’s gnarled, knot-swollen cock. “You take things too far.”
“They were Betas. This is an Omega. She’s built for what I can give her.”
A lower, much more vicious snarl came from the Alpha lying back and trying to gather himself. Lowering his arm from his eyes, he locked them both in a dead stare before speaking. “I am in no mood to hear you two bickering. Fuck the Omega and get out.”
Without another word, Toby fell on the female to suck whatever he could get from her womb. When she gave a disquiet groan in her sleep, it was the Second who threw him off. “It’s not your turn! Go play with your mangled dick, and get the fuck outta my way. You want to swallow globs of cum, suck off Caspian.”
They all knew it wasn’t cum he was after. Toby was an addict. Slick was his drug of choice… slick laced with his leader’s spend something he craved as Third.
The sheer fact that Caspian’s hard-on was slippery with the mouse’s juices was the only reason the male crept between his annoyed leader’s spread thighs and began to lick the man from base to tip. When that no longer tasted of female, Toby let his tongue drag over the First Alpha’s saturated sack.
It appeased Caspian, who grew less possessive of a disposable Omega and more focused on selfish pleasure. It also gave Kieran something to watch while the female was still out cold.
Stroking his cock, he let Toby bathe him with his tongue, rubbing out a quick orgasm that dribbled out the sad leftovers from spent testes. When the Third pulled back and scowled at the slow white drips, moving down a veined cock like candle wax, Caspian used the moment to establish dominance and remind him who ran the show. “Lick that off. Swallow it, Toby.”
Kieran didn’t prefer males, but Caspian knew his Second got a thrill watching any time Toby was made to submit. Curved cock in his hand, Kieran stroked and stared, just about ready to blow.
When Toby wrapped his lips around his First-Alpha’s cock, Caspian made sure their eyes met. “And when Kieran cums, you’ll suck that down too. Consider this a light reprimand. Next time you threaten to rip my head off, I’ll fucking kill you.”