“Yes,” Vash said in passing thought.
The rounded edges of the slave girl’s hips sent Vash into a dizzying frenzy. He didn’t blame the slut’s guards for asking for more chips. She was worth more than they requested. An omega like her could sustain ten men, let alone three.
Killian leaned against the wall and stared at her in the same gawking fashion. He was shorter than the other two but entirely capable of enacting submission. There was no stopping Wren’s beating heart as the trio loomed over her exposed body.
“Take her,” Killian said. “When you do, I’ll lick her clean, and then we can rid ourselves of our desire.”
Her whimper carried with the wind, low and devoid of anything Vash gave a fuck about.
Angry, Vash turned. “Not yet. She’s as fresh as a blooming flower.”
“A virgin?” Lucas asked, swiveling his gold rings around his fingers while grinning.
“Is she fertile?” Killian asked.
“Smell for yourself,” Vash said. He couldn’t get his mind off of how disgustingly appetizing she was. “I knew I’d find you,” Vash said, glancing at his prize.
Wren’s mouth was noticeably dry. “Who are you beasts?”
Vash drooled. “Slippery taste,” he reflected.
“She’s not yours,” Killian said. “She is ours.”
Clenching his jaw, Vash drove his hands forward. “It was my chips that got us in here. I saved her life.”
Both Killian and Lucas angrily stepped forward, unsheathing their large, meaty cocks into their hands. Though they all had a right to her as pack, Vash was in charge of this operation.
But Vash was dying. Both Killian and Lucas had remarked on his complexion before they entered the gates of the dome. The silent agreement showed in their eyes. If Vash passed, they’d have her over his body.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to have her,” Killian said. “It’s just…”
“He wants to know the rules of the taking,” Lucas said.
Vash bit down, flinching once the rich iron taste flooded his mouth. “We have to be careful. They’ll be scanning areas for more bodies,” Vash said. “I want you to stand guard outside the facility.”
Killian ran his weathered palm over his shaved head. He sighed. “You won’t take her without us?”
“Who are you kidding? Of course he will,” Lucas said.
Vash shook his head. “No. Our fluids must mix for this to work,” he said. “The slut is for all of us…”
Lucas boomed with satisfaction, bending to curl his fingers around Wren’s chin. He pressed until his fingers left marks. A horrid cry escaped her raspberry lips. When he let go, she crumpled to the floor like a withered butterfly.
“An actor,” Lucas remarked.
“All dogs take some training,” Vash lowered his voice. The knowledge he had gathered was far superior to theirs. Months of gath
ering evidence had led him here, and finally, he had reached the filthy pig.
“Together,” he hissed. “I won’t forget what I promised you both. Now, leave me with the door closed. I need to inspect her.”
Vash calmly waited as the alphas stepped past him. Pausing before he exited the front, Killian clasped his hand against his shoulder blade, twisting slightly. “We made a deal.”
Vash nodded. “Yes, we did.”
As the door shut, he gingerly stepped over the drooling wench, heel landing against a cracked picture frame. He sniffed the air wildly, mouth open and dripping thick globs of saliva onto her exposed tits.
“You,” Vash muttered. “Fucking whore, omega. I bought you. Now, say something. Look at me!”