Branded Captive Read Online Addison Cain (Wren’s Song #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, Dystopia, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wren's Song Series by Addison Cain
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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“You’re healed enough for what I have in mind.” His hand went to his belt, working the leather and the zipper until his pants gaped open and his cock sprang free. If she was surprised by the display in front of the other male, the mouse kept it off her face. Though she did twitch when Kieran settled on the couch beside him, the Second reaching down to free his own growing erection.

“I want him to see how sweet you are to me.” Male hands cupped her hips, Caspian drawing her forward to straddle his lap. “You are going to be a good little mouse and ride my cock.”

Beside them, Kieran pulled at his dick, knee braced so he might see every lovely swell and dip of the girl about to be used.

When lavender eyes went wide, Caspian caught her chin and brought her back under his spell. “Good girls keep their eyes on mine, hmmm? Kieran only gets to watch your body. I’m not in the mood to share your attention.”

Between them, Caspian stroked his girth, moving in time with his Second until a little well of precum glistened at his tip. There was a subtle shift to her hips once the scent of his offering tickled her nose. Unknowingly, she presented.

Kieran choked up harder on his dick. “If you don’t growl, I’m going to. I need to see that cunt flood.”

In a rare concession to a subordinate’s desire, Caspian began a low extended rumbling. That first spurt from her slit doused his cockhead, slick dripping over his jerking fingers like hot fudge on a sundae. Warm and slippery, it sweetened the air.

His Second groaned, leaning close, hand jerking his shaft. He began to sniff and lick his lips, to growl under his breath… to almost whine. “Fuuuuuck.”

Sluicing his cockhead in the slippery mess still dripping from the mouse, Caspian grunted. “Eyes on me, princess. Eyes only on me.”

The lavender burned with just enough anxiety to slow the encroaching pupil, yet her desire bloomed nonetheless.

Swallowing as if already gripped by her cunt, he ordered, “Use your hands on me how you did before.”

It took a moment for the mouse to grasp his intent, but then those hands slipped under his coat. He watched her as she learned the shape of his body, explored his superior strength—her cunt dripping out the perfect substance to keep the fist jerking his cock well-lubricated.

“Purr and make your little noises.” The second she did, he groaned like an untried boy, spurting another wave of precum to splash against her pussy and edging her body even further into need.

At his side, Kieran had slowed his pace, the man already fighting back the threat of a knot at the base of his cock. Her smell was just that fucking good.

Knowing his Second suffered just as much as he relished this moment, Caspian took the little mouse in hand. Lined up with that sweet hole, he drew her down until she grimaced and began to push up.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Bruising her hips with his grip, he hissed, “Slide down my cock like a good girl, or I’ll shove it into you the way I punish a bad girl.”

Pained noises caught in her throat. She breathed in shallow pants and let gravity impale her on his rod. Ass met his thighs, her lip shaking, but wisely she never closed her eyes in pain.

She’d held his gaze just as he’d ordered, and would be rewarded for it.

He growled again, smirking as he kneaded her hips. In response, her insides marginally loosened, reducing her discomfort and encouraging more slick.

A symphony of confusion and desire burned in her expression, little twinges of pain and beautiful shocks of pleasure inspired and extended at Caspian’s leisure.

Cock throbbing in her internal grip, balls already starting to swell in anticipation of a glorious eruption, he drew his mouse closer for a kiss.

Even with his tongue in her mouth, she kept her eyes open, she kept them locked on his as if nothing else in the world existed.

“Fuck me?” Had he just asked her? Was that pleading in his voice?

There wasn’t time to decide, not when an infinitely distracting cunt squeezed where he ached and drew up a shaft desperate for friction. Caspian showed her how to move, guiding her hips as he breathed in her air. Once she had the measure of it, his hands wandered of their own volition— arms threading around her back until one tangled in the hair at the base of her skull and the other hooked her closer.

Why had he not ordered her to remove his clothing first? How could he have thought a simple fuck on her disgusting couch would be enough?

Those abnormally white tits should have been slipping over his bared chest, not pressed to his shirt instead. He should have felt her hair trailing over his arms. The skins of his slaughtered enemies wasn’t worthy to brush against her flesh.


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