Ravaged Captive Read online Addison Cain (Wren’s Song #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Dystopia, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wren's Song Series by Addison Cain
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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“That first day, you made your nest on the floor. Over there.” Not breaking eye contact, he jerked his chin toward the window. “You’ll make one there now.”

With what? Every item in this room was disgusting.

Stomping over the refuse, he carried her to the least cluttered corner of the room. Before he set her bare feet to the floor, he kicked aside odds and ends, clearing a circle.

Still sopping wet, hair tangled and in need of a comb, Wren shivered once the male stepped back.

“If you move from that spot before I return, I will punish you.”

Nodding, wary, arms around her middle, Wren complied.

And just like that, a fully naked and very wet Kieran charged from the room.

The door slammed, perhaps even more forcefully than upon their arrival, and Wren let out the breath she’d been holding.

Three beats of her heart passed before she disobeyed his order. Rushing from the cleared circle, Wren dashed toward the food trays that seemed the most fresh, grabbing up random bits of abandoned food and shoving them into her mouth.

Taste didn’t matter, texture, or smell. All that mattered was getting something into a body that was running on nothing.

Nothing but Kieran’s nutrient ejaculate.

God help her, she didn’t want to ever be sucked into the enrapturing high that thick fluid inspired again. It was wrong, so wrong, and if she could get her stomach to stop rumbling, perhaps the male would cease this craziness.

And that’s how he found her upon his speedy return, picking through scraps like the Warrens rat she was.

She thought he’d been angry before…

That was nothing to the roaring male running full steam across the room.

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Fist in her hair, long fingers down her throat, Kieran forced every bit of food she’d swallowed to come back up. Roughly gagging her despite tears and pleading moans to vomit up every bite.

The already dirty rug was ruined.

Putrid.

A string of mucus tying her fingers-stuffed-mouth to the mess, Wren heaved again. Over and over until there was nothing left to lose.

Slimy digits left her aching throat one second, and a resounding slap hit her rump the next. It was more startling than painful, at least at first. As the male continued to rail open-palmed punishment on her ass, discomfort burned into outright throbbing.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

She hadn’t even registered the sound of the door being thrown open, not between her own noisy struggles to escape the fire Kieran affected upon her skin.

The Third’s shouted fury changed nothing. More slaps fell on her rear.

Roaring with the same strength he used to chasten her flesh, Kieran bellowed, “When I left the room, the Omega disobeyed me and ate old food!”

Boots stomped over the debris, the Third approaching in full temper. “She’s starving, Kieran!”

“Which is why I went to the kitchens to grab her something fresh. I brought her clean bedding and clothes.” Not sure how he managed to do it, the Second’s strikes fell even harder. “And I came back to find her swallowing drug-laced garbage!”

Wren couldn’t see it, but she felt it in the jerk of the man who’d somehow pinned her over his lap. Toby had caught Kieran’s wrist.

No more slaps fell, still her backside burned as if set aflame.

“She can’t take anymore, Kieran.” Toby’s soft spoken statement wasn’t said with anger, which implied something Wren didn’t want to consider. “Punish her, but not until she’s had food, water, and rest. Hell, let Caspian be the one to do it if you really want to make a lasting impression. But right now, our little Omega is not well.”

“The amount of Bliss Dust in that food would have killed even Caspian. It wasn’t meant to be eaten all at once.”

“Bliss Dust? Shit.” With Kieran’s fist still tangled in her wet hair, Wren couldn’t raise her head, but she did watch Toby toe her pile of vomit. “You got it all out?”

“It couldn’t have been in her longer than a minute.” Kieran’s arm must have been set free, for his hand palmed the stinging globe of her ass, the warmth of his palm increasing the pain.

“If Caspian finds out about this, he’ll do far more than beat her ass red.”

Drugged food? Kieran’s words from earlier didn’t make sense, not after what Wren had seen. Not after his cock had spilled that fluid down her throat.

She wasn’t in estrous. Just high.

Before Wren could hold on to that shard of consciousness, a new sort of warmth sufficed her. The pain Kieran had brought upon her ebbed away, and listless, cloud-soft calm stole over.

Snot thickened snivels dried up. Her every muscle went limp.

When her lashes next parted, the blurred faces of Kieran and Toby hovered over her. She didn’t even know when she’d been turned.

“Sunshine.” The back of roughened male knuckles caressed her cheek, the man speaking as if disappointed in her. “Don’t make us hurt you again.”



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