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)
And it ached for attention.
Not that she could ask them to touch her there. Not that she would.
Her rolling hips and trembling legs already asked too much.
Wren was eager for this to be over, eager to know why Caspian and Kieran touched her only for her pleasure, and eager for something, anything, to be inside her to drive off the gnawing, empty ache.
Pure manipulation. It registered. It did. She knew what this was.
And it was working…
The very atmosphere of the room had changed.
What had been two bickering, dangerous Alphas became three cohesive predators simply because Caspian participated. The unquestioned ruler. The same Caspian who gratuitously praised her when Kieran’s attentions drew an unexpected gush of slick to flood his abdomen and run down to soak his balls.
Looking down to where Kieran fingered the internal workings of her cunt, she saw Caspian’s dick at full mast. Tall and proud, the helmet-shaped tip beaded with a freshly prepared offering to tempt an Omega.
She could smell him, even with Toby’s mangled meat practically pouring out the watery precursor of trapped sperm all over the bedding. She could smell him, and she hated to admit that her mouth watered for a taste.
Another finger poked in, then a fourth.
Unlike the morning, her body opened to the obscene stretch with little more than a few extended pulses. Unlike the morning, it felt…
It felt nice.
Again, lavender eyes dragged like an addict toward Caspian’s cock. But that was not what Wren was to be given.
No. Toby was on his knees between both her and Caspian’s spread thighs, hand lovingly stroking his disfigured cock as if caressing a beloved pet.
Toby and that monstrosity was all she had in store.
But the Third seemed entranced with what his fellow Alphas opened up for him, his attention centered in on her yet untouched clitoris and how it jumped back then swelled forward each time her insides clenched. “Fuck. Fucking cunt’s perfect.”
Cum still dripped out of her. Caspian had shot so deep that even after being mauled by Kieran, even after a shower, thicker, pearlescent seasoned her slick. It teased the Third, the snarling, completely spellbound psychopath who edged his mouth nearer to where Caspian massaged and pinched her labia and Kieran fucked her with his fingers.
Where her clit was exposed to the air and left buzzing with lack of attention.
Tongue ridged, Toby descended, poking that extended nub and rolling it around as far as the nerve would allow.
The sensation went far deeper, as if linking back down inside to the exact spot Kieran’s fingertips rubbed her pussy walls.
Three men, four hands, one mouth, that was what it took to break an Omega.
As if Toby’s mouth had gone dry, his rough tongue rasped incessantly. Meanwhile, he sucked that bud between his lips and pulled. That was the only way she could describe it. He pulled her spirit right out of the flesh to flail in the ether while the body bucked and died.
Except she breathed, she lived. The heart banging against her chest and the shrill cry a reminder that exquisite torture didn’t require the soul’s consent.
Clawing at her knees, pulling them wider as if she might pull her enraptured frame in two, Wren threw back her head and found lips waited. Caspian kissed her so deeply, so thoroughly, that her frenzy burst like a bubble of raw magic to explode throughout the room.
She was sobbing when it ended, a mess of tears and runny nose. But she was also completely limp, the only working muscles in her body the pussy that sucked at air with no knot or cock to milk.
The three of them manhandled her supine form into position, Caspian stretching her fleshy labia, Kieran having abandoned her greedy snatch to brace her foot. Toby held the other leg, just as he lifted the weight his mangled dick and notched his weeping head against a girl too weak to refuse… on any level.
“Be my pretty mouse now. Open up for Toby like a good little girl.” At the sound of her breathless whimper, Caspian rolled soft lower lips between his fingers and murmured, “That’s right. Relax for your Alphas and show us what an eager, willing, and obedient darling you can be. Let Toby in. He’s going to fuck your tiny cunt, fill you up so good.”
The three of them moved in unison, operated seamlessly in the degradation of one lost female. In that was their power. Alone, each was intimidating, each was to be respected. Yet their true supremacy required Caspian. He kept the bickering Second and Third in line. He made the three of them a single cohesive unit to be feared.
This was how these men ran the waterworks and held every last citizen by the throat. This was why all of Dale City dreaded the reach of The Syndicate.