Taken, Lane L.V. [free novels to read .TXT] 📗

slump to the nearby chair. I should leave them to enjoy her, and I have last night’s reports to read.

Yet, I do not leave. Instead, I find myself lost in the sight of my Omega being fucked. Caden’s huge, Alpha bulk moving over her petite body. His muscles ripple as he couples her in rough strokes. Her slim thighs make a cradle for his hips, while her head is turned to her right, mouth open as she shares a kiss with Brook.

Brook tears his lips from hers. “I cannot wait,” he says, broad hand cupping her cheek, thumb dipping into her mouth. He groans as she sucks his thumb into her mouth. “Can I have her ass?”

My breath hitches. I’ve had her many times this night, but my cock still pulses with interest.

Caden thrusts deep and stills, eyes meeting his brother’s before throwing a look over his shoulder to me.

“Please,” Priya says. “I need it. I want to feel you both at the same time.”

I nod, taking my raw cock in hand and pumping slowly as I wait to see what they will do.

“Okay,” says Caden. “But she is still tight there. Open her with your fingers first and make sure she is slick.” He rolls to his side, giving her back to Brook. Taking her thigh in hand, he opens her up before pumping into her again slowly.

The arch of her back and breathy gasp tells me Brook is fingering her ass.

“She is drenched,” Brook says. “Tight and slippery.”

My cock jerks with interest, even my languid pace as I jack my fist up and down is intensely pleasurable.

“Have you gotten two fingers in?” Caden asks.

Priya groans softly, pressing kisses over Caden’s chest and throat. She enjoys what they do.

“Yes,” Brook says, voice tight with strain. “I will come if I do not get inside her soon.”

“Go ahead,” Caden says, stilling. “But go slowly.”

Her leg is pulled higher. I see Caden press lips to her temple as he leans over so he can watch Brook ease into her from behind. Broad hand upon her ass, Brook breeches her little puckered hole before surging deep inside.

They all groan together. My fist makes wet, sticky noises as it strokes through my leaking pre-cum. Gods, there is nothing more beautiful to me at this moment than watching Priya being rutted by her loving mates. They are so careful with her despite their great needs and rough ways. Always they ensure she joins them in pleasure.

They begin to rut, slow at first, until they find a rhythm. One of her hands reaches forward to cup Caden’s cheek as they kiss. Her other hand goes back for Brook and breaking from Caden, she turns her head so that her third Alpha might share a kiss too.

They rise together, sharing heated kisses, hips thrusting with ever greater vigor.

“Please,” she says. “Please, I need more.”

“Greedy lass,” Caden says affectionately as her mouth opens to tangle tongues with Brook. “Did Hawthorn not fuck you all night?”

They take her together. There are no more sweet kisses, only the slaps of flesh meeting. They pound into her, rougher, deeper, pinning her between them. She comes apart, chest stuttering on gasps that break into a deep wanton groan. The base of my spine tingles, and my balls tighten. I come all over my stomach, growling my pleasure as my cock jets thick, ropey cum. Fist slowing, I squeeze the last drops of seed. My knot forms a purple ridge. I shudder as I work cum-slicked fingers over it.

My breath evens out. I yawn, my grin rueful as I glance at the mess I have made. Gods, I’m so tired.

On the bed, they are tender once again, soft kisses as they rock against her, drawing the last pleasure out.

I rise and go and clean myself up. When I return, they are fast asleep. It is strange to share a mate, to be bound to men who are not your brothers in such a close way. As I look upon them sleeping, limbs tangled, heads close together, a wave of fierce love brings a tightness to my throat.

I swallow.

And resolving myself for whatever tests are to come, leave them to rest.

Raglan

As we close in on the Wittner castle, the tension within our ‘merry’ group grows. Jerry whines more than I do and gets cuffed more often too. Derick, who is short, is also short of temper to the point where even I recognize the folly of pushing my luck.

That they are up to something more than merely catching a ship is obvious. Although I’m still none the wiser as to what it might be. Time will tell.

Few villages can be found this close to the Wittner castle, but tonight a nervous farmer is willing to give us food and a dry barn to sleep for the night. Which I’m grateful for because it rains all the fucking time.

My wolf is mournful. I had not fully reconciled how this abstinence might affect both sides of me.

I endure.

I do not have a fucking choice.

“The barn is fucking soaked,” Jerry complains bitterly. It’s not that the barn is wet, but that it’s full to capacity with hay given it’s late autumn, and the only place where our party will fit is near the opening and subject to the driving rain.

This time it’s not a cuff but a sound beating Derick delivers with both fists and boots.

The rest of us look on, apathetic to Jerry’s plight. Finally, Derick tires of the abuse and gives Jerry a final kick.

As I turn away, I find the farmer standing in the barn entrance, bearing a giant pot and ladle. Beside him, a young lad of no more than five summers holds a stack of dishes that shake furiously in his small hands. Another wide-eyed lad, a little older, grapples with a half keg of beer.

There have been many times since my rescue-capture where I’ve felt like the lowest form of scum. But as I look at the poor lads