Silenced, p.9
Silenced, page 9
The little female with wet eyes and aghast expression, the one who stumbled when Kieran shoved her in warning, turned her attention back to Caspian’s mouse.
At the female Kieran had made her up to mimic.
And fat tears fell.
They were nothing like the tracks on the mouse’s dirty cheeks. Despite the forward thrust of her lip and the jumping of feminine shoulders, the act smacked of disingenuity. Not even Rosie pulled that move.
Fake tears were the work of less domesticated whores.
And the interloper’s antics were clearly upsetting his mouse.
Nameless aggravation buzzed under Caspian’s skin. It mutilated the bliss of knotting the mewling Omega, and stole away a portion of his triumph.
Purr pouring over his mouse, the one that had let her know that he might be savage, but that he would not hurt her, warped into a deadly growl.
Theatrics cut short on a sniff, the doll dropped her eyes to the ground and wisely took several steps back.
Intruding female silenced, Caspian’s attention returned to filling the hungry cunt wrapping his cock. Rocking his hips, distracting the pretty mouse from her cringing embarrassment, it didn’t take long before she lowered her lashes.
Such good behavior altered the First’s vicious growl into something almost tender.
After a pathetic cringe, the Omega’s internal muscles clenched, squeezing Caspian’s aching cock. Grinding his knot in a twist of muscle, the female’s greedy pussy managed to suck his balls bone dry, syphoning out one last, lingering spurt.
Pinpricks of pleasure gathered in the Alpha’s drained sack. Sensations merged like crashing waves that broke in an erratic throb, pumping his engorged knot to a greater mass—cock kicking, eyelids drooping.
The extended groan that spilled like honey, rattled loudly—a week’s worth of pent up sexual tension draining right out of his dick. Pulsating in the rhythm of his pounding heartbeat, Caspian’s knot held fast, even though his body would need time to prepare fresh sperm.
This knot, this fuck, was about so much more than cum. It was about domination.
About punishment with forced pleasure.
Ownership.
Need.
He needed to keep her pinned to that table no matter how much her little legs kicked, no matter her grunts and frustrated sighs… no matter unwanted intrusions. No matter her shame to have another female glare at the sad picture she made.
He would keep the mouse knotted until she knew what she was.
His.
Fuck credits and a year’s worth of water. That’s not what she needed. Caspian would drown her in enough of him that water would be nothing. And money? He’d get her body addicted to the only currency that mattered between Alpha and Omega. And if she ever tried to hide from him for a week again, he’d have her chained to his goddamn bed. He’d fuck her until she forgot her name.
He’d revel in Toby working her ass, in Kieran shoving his dick between her parted lips.
She’d know nothing but pleasure until she purred incessantly. Until she clamped those lavender eyes on him and gave him the attention she’d dare denied hiding herself away.
He would make her need him.
“Who brought her in?” Kieran lacked the deference this moment deserved, the Second’s voice growing dangerously loud. “What bastard had her all this time? Why was I not told?”
Unfurling from his crouch, no longer eye level with the heaving mouse, Toby put his body between the Omega and Kieran’s doll. “No one had her. My sunshine survived on her own.”
Rage, so unlike Kieran’s standard cynicism, left the Second red-faced. “She hid from us?”
The abrupt shake of his head, the elegance of his accent, Toby laid it on thick. “She didn’t know Caspian placed the bounty. She snuck in thinking the guards at the gate would throw her back into the mud.”
Mask of indifference snapping into place, only the tick of Kieran’s cheek betrayed his undiluted anger. And in that moment, it was directed at the Alpha blocking his view of the little female bent over the table. “For you?”
Caspian didn’t need to see Toby’s face to know a sly smirk twisted his lips. “I am her mate.”
Hackles rising, a vein on Kieran’s neck began to throb. “The same mate who threw her out the door with no credits, no clothing, and left her to rot in the Warrens. Spare me, Toby.”
Finger rising, Toby pointed right at the doll and ignored the slander in place of spitting insults of his own. “Just what the fuck is that? Some kind of joke? You dressed that slut up to look like my mate!”
“She was a gift for Caspian.”
Rolling back his shoulders, limbs going loose, Toby grew ready to do more than verbally spar. “A gift that you happened to hide away and fuck for a week straight?”
Kieran, in a rare rage, shouted, “You didn’t go to her that night. I’m the only one who went. I found Jax’s house ransacked, her things gone. She didn’t even have a working door.”
That stopped Toby short. “Then why did you leave her there?”
“The same reason you did!”
Jaw unhinging, Caspian pulled his bloody teeth from the mouse’s neck and bellowed, “Enough!”
Second and Third both turned battle-ready eyes his direction, and both dropped their gaze to where Caspian’s knot no longer plugged the world’s sweetest cunt. Fluids flooded between his body and hers, soaking his trousers, seeping down her trembling thighs to splatter the floor. Filthy, the mouse stank, but rinsed with his sperm, her cunt was fucking pristine. Packed full of Alpha cum, of his softening cock, of her sweet, delicious slick.
Mesmerized, as if the entirety of the argument with Toby had never taken place, Kieran muttered, “I’m next.”
Subdued, but far from tame, the mouse dared to wriggle as if she had a right to get up.
Caspian returned his teeth to her throat, bit down just a touch harder, and harder yet, until the woman whimpered.
There were few things more beautiful than the sounds his silent mouse could make: The screams of defeated enemies. The constant rush of water he controlled.
Tongue raking the skin pinched between his teeth, Caspian changed his mind. Her answering nervous purr was more beautiful.
Wise of the female to appease him considering his mood.
He wanted her docile, accepting like the good little mouse she was.
Kieran dared announce his claim louder. “I’m next, Caspian.”
“No!” The doll again. She rushed forward and hung on Kieran’s arm, the sobs choking her voice authentic when she brushed the material on her shoulder aside to show a fresh bite mark. “You mated me.”
And as if the air was not already crackling with tension, Toby began to cackle. Louder and louder it grew, maniacal and nasty, until the male was wiping tears from his eyes. “You fucking bit her?”
More laughter.
Grinding his molars, Kieran brushed the clinging woman off and snarled. “I’m Second. I fuck Jax next.”
“This… this, Kieran, is fucking priceless.” Toby clapped his hands, cackling. “Let me guess; you bred her. Is that little doppelganger pregnant?”
Hand falling protectively over her belly, the toy’s eyes went wide.
As if it were nothing, Kieran brushed the idea off. “She wasn’t in estrous. Just high.”
The girl, voice thin with disbelief, muttered, “I wasn’t in estrous?”
Rounding on the female, Kieran grabbed her by the stuff of her dress. “Didn’t I tell you never to speak?”
“It… it wasn’t real?”
“Christ.” Kieran bellowed over the railing. “GUARDS!”
Weapons drawn, three of Caspian’s favored Alphas ran up the stairs. The gaping doll was cast into their arms, Kieran shouting to take the damn female and toss her in the pen.
Under Caspian, the mouse began to bang her hands upon the table, the struggles tearing her soft skin on the First Alpha’s teeth.
It was Toby who put a hand on her head, who warned as gently as a killer might, “Be still.”
Reluctantly, stinking of anger, she obeyed.
Caspian nuzzled her matted hair, relieved the distraction paled with the fading shrieks of the doll.
Cock slipping from her saturated channel, Caspian flipped the waif on her back, collared her bleeding throat with his hand, and leaned down close. Ignoring the aggravating males, meeting the mouse’s eyes and making sure she understood every fucking word, he said, “Next time I lose my temper, I forbid you from returning to the Warrens. You’ll go to the big room and you’ll lock the door.”
That flicker of defiance glowed like an ember in lavender eyes he’d mourned. Those lovely eyes said what her lack of voice, what her manner, never would. That he had been the one to cast her out in the first place.
That all they had suffered over the last week was at his hand.
And that they would never speak of it.
Caspian sealed their unspoken pact with a lingering kiss, draped over her naked, filthy body. And then he gave her a gift.
He whispered a truth at her ear. “I missed you, pretty mouse.”
18
How could something cause pain yet still feel like home?
Caspian’s warm breath fanning her cheek, Wren’s pelvis free of a knot her body had not been quite ready to handle, she shivered, gnawing hunger eating her belly.
Yet did not feel misery as she should.
Perhaps it was the Alpha purr he poured upon her flesh. Maybe it was the smell of familiar male. That had to be what drew her nose to his vulnerable throat. Not that she sought comfort from this man. Not that she longed to be held properly.
Deep breaths, instinct drove her to find solace in his scent, to saturate her cells in it, to forget the stink of the Warrens and the aches in her bones.
If he’d offered her water in that moment, she would have lapped it out of his palms like a dog. Food of any sort, she’d swallow past a gritty throat to fill an aching belly—so long as he’d been the one to place it in her mouth.
Even here. Even on display.
Having not shaved since last she’d seen him, Caspian’s cheek bristled with the early growth of a beard. It scratched at her skin when she’d thrown an arm around his neck, rubbing her cheek to his in search of more scent.
Familiar, warm, steady, and powerful.
Guts churning, her skin buzzed as if she’d been drugged.
Or was that the fading remnants of panic, all of it washing away the more lightheaded she grew?
Had it not been for the hand poorly finger-combing her hair, for the little zings of pain each time a knot caught, Wren would have fallen asleep as she was.
Naked. Splayed on a work table where any with a view of their Alpha’s terrace might see. Clinging to a monster.
Filthy and caged by the arms of a dangerous man.
God, she was thirsty.
Licking at her own drying tears in an effort to soothe her parched throat, a pink tongue darted, traced, and came back tasting of salt and dirt.
Hooded, mud-colored eyes took in the way she worked to swallow, and the entirety of Caspian’s demeanor shifted.
The rare softening of his expression cinched crudely into the hard countenance of a leader. A remorseless killer. Eyes glazed, he reached between their bodies and cupped what still spilled from her womb, lifting the slippery pearlescent fluid and bringing it to her lips.
The offering was less about domination and more about Alpha impulse, not that it mattered. Wren swallowed what slid from his palm to her mouth.
She sucked his fingers as if she might find another drop.
Exhausted.
Shaken.
Starving for so much more than food.
A lovely, soft enticement of noise—so unlike any offering he’d made before—preceded another sip of slick-laced cum. Feeding her more of their shared fluids, Caspian held her eyes.
The male didn’t blink.
“Don’t interrupt them.”
It sounded distant, that voice. As did the small scuffle preceding, “Get your hands off me, Toby.”
“My mate needs water, food, a bath before she can handle more.”
“Caspian!” The Second’s call was dripping with anger.
At the sound of his name, brown eyes that had mesmerized her into a slack, purring mass snapped out of their trance. Slicing his attention to the side, Caspian said nothing.
He didn’t need to. The threat of his gaze was more than enough.
Fearless in his approach, Kieran shook off Toby’s grip. Chillingly cold, he staked his claim. “As Second, she’s mine now. Toby has no right to fuck her, feed her, or even look at her until I give the nod.”
Lips pulled back from gnashing teeth, Toby snarled like a wolf. “Watch yourself. She’s my mate! Claimed!” Snapping from angry to manic, a nasty laugh cracked through the air. “You have your own now. Go play with her.”
The meanness of his grin stole any beauty from Kieran’s face. “You made the deal, Toby. This female is for the pack until Caspian doesn’t want her. You agreed to third rank so long as you are allowed to keep her when that day comes. Until then, back the fuck off or forfeit the Warren’s rat totally.”
At the slander, Wren found the strength to turn her head.
Toby stared down at her with something so honest, it seemed unnatural. Adoration, a brief flash of victory, all wiped from his gaze when his eyes left her face to land on Caspian. “Boss, she can’t have eaten in days. She needs water or she won’t make slick. If he fucks her now, Kieran will damage her.”
Warmth disappeared, the pleasing weight of male leaving her ridiculous, draped on the table like tossed aside leavings. With him gone, a modicum of dignity returned.
Rising to her elbows, legs noodly and vision swimming, Wren tried and failed to get up.
The slip and subsequent oomph that followed when her head banged back against the tabletop was not missed by any of the males.
Males who stared, each intense in their own way.
Kieran broke the silence. “I’m not the one who damages females, sir. Nothing I might do would kill her.”
Throat working, a vein in his temple pounding out a fast rhythm, Caspian turned his back on her. And it looked as if he staggered. Tucking away his flaccid cock, the First Alpha snarled, “If I find a single fresh bruise, or the mouse is returned to me in any state other than pristine, Kieran, I’ll hold you down while Toby fucks you with his mangled knot in any sick way the bastard can dream up. I doubt you’d survive it.”
As if to test his First Alpha’s resolve, Kieran made a grab for the reeling Omega. Female swept up over his shoulder, ass up, her leaking pussy exposed for anyone he might walk past, he brushed by the pair and carried her away.
Long past mortification or any kind of rational sense, Wren closed her eyes to it all, oblivious if a single soul saw her shame—yet painfully aware that such a display was not unusual in Caspian’s Pipeworks.
19
Had the walls not been solid concrete, they would have trembled from the force of Kieran slamming the door. Despite her full-body jolt, Wren saw nothing of this—her nose to the Second’s back, weak arms hanging limp.
Conserving her strength, she didn’t even raise her head.
After all, there was no need to view the room to know where they were. The musk of old and new sex permeated the air, cloying and tart… telling.
The big room.
And it reeked of fresh and clotted fluids.
Scent markers of Kieran’s cum left her nose to twitch, while the saccharine smell of Omega slick left it running.
As if the wave of scent hit the Alpha just as hard, Kieran froze. Chest expanding on a deep breath, he brought her to slowly slide down his front, silently daring her to break eye contact once he’d caught her gaze.
Hard muscle, chest almost as broad as Caspian’s. Male. He made certain her body felt the differences between them and didn’t seem to care about the smears of dirt and fluids she’d left in her wake.
He might not have even noticed, glaring as he was.
So much anger lay naked in those green eyes, the threat of violence simmering on the surface. And what did he see in her gaze?
Wren could not even begin to imagine.
A brave Omega who had come to demand restitution for her boys? Probably not. Her body had yet to fully come down from Caspian’s influence. Most likely her pupils were still partially blown. Open invitation as far as Alphas went.
But did he see how world-weary she was under the haze?
How thirsty? Starved? Lonely?
Did he see that she was frightened, but not of him?
Or did the Second Alpha only see a nameless Omega to expend his personal frustrations upon?
The silent back and forth between them ended when her toes touched ground. Under her, was discarded laundry.
Something moist.
The distraction was all it took to snap her out of the foolishness of meeting, of challenging, an Alpha’s gaze.
Lowering her eyes, she couldn’t help the sound that escaped her lips when she saw what he had placed her upon.
Familiar fabric she had loved, rescued from rot, and sewn into her best dress. And it was covered in another woman’s slick. Crusted, as if used repeatedly to wipe a spent cock upon.
Crumpled and discarded.
He’d had his new mate wear it. Wear her dress when Kieran had thought she was dead. A mate that had been made to look like her. Who had been ordered to be silent.
And though she should have shored herself up better, been stronger, her heart broke a little for Kieran in that moment.
These were not the actions of an ambivalent male. Her loss had caused him grief.
Grief expended foolishly, if the state of the room was any indication.
This male had no idea how to process emotion. None of the Alphas did. But Toby was correct; Kieran was the most broken.
And now he would break her in retribution.
While he did it, he’d crave empathy, he’d secretly scream for compassion. He wouldn’t understand why he felt the things he did, and he would blame her for the discomfort of wretchedness.
