“Your neck won’t be sore tomorrow, and the tests will come back positive.”
Wren blinked her eyes and wobbled sideways against him. “Tests?” she whispered.
Wren looked away and rubbed the crook of her neck.
“You’ll cure me,” he said.
Vash sat above Wren. Despite his lack of hunger, he still wanted to claim her. But she bore the brand on her tongue. She was his. Well, it was a gesture of faith that the public would hold an insignia as contract. The pack would wait until their crimes caught up with them.
Nothing mattered except the omega.
“You’re hymen is intact,” he said, proudly.
Wren nodded. “I guess he didn’t handle me,” she said. “Not all the way.”
“But I could,” Vash said, gloating. “I could bend you and twist you around until you burst with my seed. If I wanted to, I could knot into your guts and pull them out onto the floor.”
He felt his heart start to beat. Finally, his cock stirred in his pants.
Wren’s greasy, matted hair fell across her face as she lowered her eyes. Her back arched—a glaring display of her lack, that sexual need that only an alpha could fulfill. Vash was fully aware that she had been through the hell of dying already. Now, she appeared as ready for the inevitable, the final knotting that would seal her fate as a thoroughbred piece of cunt.
“I know,” she said. “And if that’s what you need, I’ll give you all the slick you can handle.”
Her eyes rolled up to peer at him, soft like a kitten’s. Vash cocked his chin forward and bit her lip, pulling and clipping too hard. He sucked around the soft cushions of her mouth and slowly dug his way to her tongue.
He enjoyed the sweet taste of her amphibious licking, but the more he let her tempt him, the more he grew enraged. In a few days, he would start to decline into a mess of pus and leaking death.
His hands tightened around her skull, squeezing to break. At the final moment, he let go and gave her space. “I can do whatever the fuck I want because you’re mine. And once I have you, the pack has you. They’ll share your glistening nectar and pour the liquid into a trough for us to bathe in together and gorge. We’ll tie your body on a stick and furrow our faces into your pubic hair. Lucas will suck your clit raw until you quiver with dull orgasm.”
Wren felt each action
as he read the list off from his head. She wasn’t the only one who could do things, but the situation these men had on her was too big to overcome so soon.
“Why do you do it?”
He lowered his eyes on the pet. “Do what?”
“Take.”
Vash ran his tongue against his lips. “You either breed or you own. It’s in my nature, and it’s my pack who will have you until you’re bred dry. You will then tend to our needs.”
But Wren looked at Vash and saw someone who had nothing. “You lack,” she whispered.
Vash jerked forward. Standing above her, he placed his hand against her cheek.
“Go to bed and dream, omega. Tomorrow, they will be full enough to breed you,” he said.
Wren looked into his jet-black eyes and felt a rush of warmth spread between her legs. The feeling of pleasure was followed by guilt’s heavy hand of remembrance. She had been taken before. She’d be taken again.
All she wanted was to do the taking.
Chapter Five
The smell of oil and acrid blood. The painful blast of cold to the heart. The taste of dirty fingers to palm, clasping around dainty lips.
Fragmented flower.
Wilting mother.