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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Under Caspian’s blatant caress, the mouse stiffened.

Another point won for the First, his game to seize her full and real attention far more fruitful than he’d imagined when he’d ordered the food and piled up a small fortune. “The doll is claiming pregnancy.”

Considering Kieran’s style had always been petulance, it had been some time since Caspian had seen his Second display this level of outright anger. Running a hand through disheveled hair, snorting a huff of hot breath, Kieran barked, “The bitch wasn’t in estrous. There is no pregnancy.”

It wouldn’t be so easy as that. “The rumor that you’re about to add to your brood has already spread. The doll even demanded a place where Giggi and Oriella den with your other brats.” Because the Second could never resist a bet, Caspian added. “One-million credits that you’ll be clapped on the back when you leave the room. Half the Syndicate is waiting to congratulate you.”

A pale, small hand reached to where Caspian held the mouse’s hair in a tight fist. Stroking his fingers, she tried to urge release.

Distracted, breaking his eyes from the intruding male, mud-brown eyes cut to lavender. Her pupils had retracted, the female no longer in a state ready for mating. She was in a state for scolding—a thing he’d learned she could accomplish with a single look.

Had he been one of her boys, it may have worked.

He was not her child. He was her god.

He’d branded and paid for her, letting her know his thoughts with a lick of his lower lip and a growl.

The scent of slick as it gushed upon his call, softened the hard set of his eyes. The way she pressed her legs together as if she might hold it in, enthralling. “Do you have something to add, pretty mouse?”

Without preamble, her little palm cupped his erection.

And all hell broke loose.

It no longer mattered that a Second in need of a dry fuck up the ass lingered to watch. It no longer mattered that Caspian’s intentions to woo her had been interrupted.

All that mattered was ripping open that hideous dress so he might lick the intoxicating fluid dripping down her thighs. Pound his strength into her slender body. Pour as much cum as possible into her womb.

Teeth itching with the need to clamp down and set his mark again, fabric split and fell away in ribbons with his enthusiasm.

And then he saw it… another male’s still swollen mark on her neck.

Chapter 12

With an arm snaked around the slight thing’s torso, Caspian hauled the mouse’s spent body into the perfect position so he might view where they were still joined. Pale ass up, her cheek to the mussed nest. Limp and exhausted and thoroughly branded, she let him do as he wished.

Kieran forced to watch and forbidden to participate.

Every muscle packed into Caspian’s bulk seemed loose now that the last jettison of cum had spilled from his sack. And though the Omega’s fist-tight cunt dribbled the occasional leak, so much of him was still inside her that there was no question who was master.

He was. He was the Alpha. First in the city—the entire fucking planet if Caspian had his way. And she? She was his Omega to fuck, fill, and fondle at will.

Completely subdued now, the female did little more than twitch when he spread her ass cheeks wide to behold the glory of where the root of his cock was held tightly in her body.

The knot he’d pinned her with made a slow retreat, only large enough now to thin the skin around her well-fucked hole. Labia stretched when he slowly began to withdraw, knowing a flood waited behind that barrier, he teased his dick back enough that one minuscule, further movement would pop the seal and see him sprayed with what waited in her deluged channel.

“Your pretty pussy’s blooming, naughty girl.” Using his fingers, Caspian stretched her labia further, teasing her with stings that both hurt and pleasured. “Hold every drop when I pull out. If you spill any, you’ll be punished.”

An impossible feat.

The Omega was about to release a warm torrent that would drench his slick-shined thighs, coat the back of her legs, and puddle on the bedding. He’d roll her in it, work it through her hair. Force it between her lips. And punish her with another bite.

His teeth already itched, buzzed with the need to clamp down… again.

Eyes glazed in lust, Caspian pulled against her resisting vaginal opening, favored with a quick gush when she clenched to hold him from retreating so rudely.

“Already spilling my gift?” Dark, the growl working his voice into something animal, Caspian swiped a finger through the little trickle, zigzagging from her stuffed cunt and down her thighs. Bringing that sperm-laced sweetness to his lips, he sucked the digit clean with a loud pop. “Every drop you spill I’ll shove right back in you, pretty mouse. You’ll be corked with my cum, walk around with it sloshing in your belly until every cell in your body has my mark in it.”



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