The female gave an obligatory nod, breathing through the discomfort and what had to be an overwhelming urge to empty her bowels.
“I’ll pull out and help you to the bathroom, but not until you cum.”
Her eyes begged, and they begged beautifully.
“You can do this.” He pulsed where he corked her, offering a single growl to stimulate where he teased. “Can’t you, pretty girl? Can’t you cum for me?”
The seductive drawl of an Alpha purr-laced order began to work its magic. Kieran could smell it on her, smell the arousal despite the discomfort. Another growl rumbled past his lips, loud and hungry. He poured that noise over her trembling limbs, into her body, and drew out the tiniest mewl when she unwittingly obeyed.
It wasn’t an obliterating orgasm, but it was enough to take the edge off.
Half her tension melted away.
“I’m going to pull out.” Giving her an approving smile, he took ahold of the base of his cock, slowly working his way out. “Hold it all in. Can you do that for me? Can you keep all of my cum inside this beautiful ass? I’ll help you get up, and I’ll take care of you.”
Chapter 9
Caspian had pounded her into a blubbering mess against the wall, then held her open like a prize kill for his pack to feast on. The dominant Alpha with red lipstick smeared on his chest had ordered his men to force orgasm after orgasm until pleasure burned each nerve and left her gasping in fizzling shocks instead of rapture.
She’d been made to tolerate two tongues rasping a throbbing clit. Nibbling teeth marking her thighs. The looks in the eyes of the males.
Possession, desire, impatience…
Yet when it was over, she had not been treated with the care an Alpha should show. No water, no real rest.
She was here to serve and play a role. And somehow she’d already disappointed them.
Kieran hadn’t given a shit for her comfort, seeking his own in her pain. His weight had offered no safety, he had given no purr.
Wren wasn’t as naive as these men seemed to think. She knew some males took their pleasure in unnatural ways. It had been awful, completely uncomfortable, but she’d endured. There had even been a moment near the end where it wasn’t all bad, and something about that had been worse than the initial discomfort.
She didn’t want to enjoy—and both males in very different ways had reduced her to some animal state where a bone-deep gratification was found in their evils. Their lie of coupling.
They made her truly defective.
Good men did not treat their females like this.
Damaged men drunk on power did.
Good men pulled frightened girls out of the mud they were dropped in. They took them in, sheltered them, taught them to forage, and learned their silent language.
Wren had known a good man once.
A man who had never tried to touch her without permission.
A man who was gone and who would never come back.
She’d been unable to give him… this. But if she had, she would have done any of these depraved acts with all her heart if it would have pleased him half as much as Kieran watching her release her bowels had.
Caspian’s Second had cooed and pet her, a completely different man as she cramped in humiliation and spilled. Kissing her forehead, he’d called her a good girl, the context very different than when Caspian spoke the same words.
He had put her in an honest-to-god shower when it was over and washed her head to toe, purring so loudly she was unable to push him away like she should have.
Starved for comfort, she had accepted it from the worst of them.
She’d even cried on his chest, and clung to him as precious warm water rushed over the various stings and hurts. She’d drunk the rivulets running over his hairless chest, rubbed her face against skin that held to the fragrant lie of safety.
Held by the Second, Wren had fallen apart.
A man she didn’t like slowly put her back together.
How the women here survived the mind-fuck, she’d never know. It was so much more damaging than anything physical they might do to her body. The offering of a dedicated Alpha to a tired, run down Omega in need of succor was cracking her mind.
There were moments where it almost felt honest, where she felt a connection. And it was a lie.
Wren had not forgotten about the red lipstick smeared over Caspian’s heart. She’d never forget the way Kieran had layered anger and threats in his viciousness on the bed.
And Toby, he appeared sweet and accommodating, but there was something in his smile that spoke of a man holding on to sanity by a thread.
Three worse males could not exist.
At least the Alpha who’d torn her maidenhead had been clear in his intentions. These Alphas were anything but.