Taken - Lane L.V. (best english novels for beginners .TXT) 📗

His words find a place of caution, and I wilt within his hold.

“Fool whelps,” Raglan mutters under his breath before calling out. “You are on a ship, surrounded by Blighten scum!” He grunts as our outlaw guard cuffs him. “Use your brains and submit before they beat what little you have left out of you!”

Caden’s eyes lock with mine and he does not try to evade the next blow.

I sob; the sounds are pitiful. My heart is breaking seeing this terrible scene play out. A few more blows to both Caden and Brook and the outlaws finally stop.

Derick steps up to them, then throws a look back at me. “Three for the price of one,” he says with a cruel smile. He returns his attention to my broken mates. “I’ll tell you what I tell them all,” he says, taking Caden and Brook’s measure. I cannot see his face, but I remember vividly the nature of his apathy. “I’ll get a tidy bounty when I deliver you, along with your little Omega bitch. But other bounty opportunities will come. Give me any trouble, and I’ll toss you overboard without a moment’s remorse.”

A stifled impasse follows. I see the way Caden’s lips roll back over teeth as he growls. Then his eyes shift to mine, his face thunderous before he nods to Derick.

“Put the lot of them in the hold,” Derick says, motioning to the men. “And ensure the shifter scum is secured.”

Caden

The ship begins to roll gently, signifying we are entering open water. Priya clings to Brook and me, sobbing broken tears. “Why would you do something so reckless? Now we are all prisoners.”

“Ah, lass,” Brook says. “You have no room to talk about recklessness.”

She sobs harder, pressing kisses that gain ever greater urgency. I know what she needs, but I’ll not rut her here in this filthy hold while he watches us.

“You two lads are not very bright,” the chained shifter finally says. The lazy smirk on his lips rouses my temper. “Or are you just stupid over the Omega?”

“The latter,” Brook says.

I scowl at my brother. Were we both not beaten bloody, I would cuff him for sure.

The shifter scum chained to the wall throws his head back and laughs.

My eyes narrow as I size up the huge male. I want to beat him to death for putting his hands upon Priya. I wonder if he is the man Hawthorn mentioned to us? The timelines fit for his escape from the King and arrival here. But I see he’s not in league with the Blighten, but their prisoner, and that gives me cause to wonder. “I know who you are,” I say, my lip curling in a sneer. “Traitor to the King, you deserve to rot on this ship.”

Hawthorn was cagey when talking of this news, but I heard from Elis, an Alpha within the castle guards, that there was a history between Hawthorn and this Raglan scum. That they were once close as brothers and fought together for the King and Imperium against the Blighten.

My ears ring as I take in these facts.

The castle scholar, Ubold, cautioned us that Priya was subconsciously drawn to seek her fourth mate.

As close as brothers.

I step forward, not yet knowing my intent.

“No, Caden,” Priya says, her small grubby hand lifts to cup my cheek. She’s trying to tame my temper, but it has only one place to go. The need to claim her, not only because of our recent separation but because there is a male within this dark hold that threatens our status quo. Not him, not a fucking traitor! Her rich scent is a call that must be answered despite my initial determination not to give the bastard a show. Only now, I do want to give him a show. I can smell her slick weeping in response to her mates being near after six days of absence. She will welcome the coupling.

And I welcome the opportunity to stamp my claim, lest the shifter have any doubts.

I growl, wrapping my arm around her waist, lips curling back as I eye the man whose scent covers her.

My cock, already stone hard, lengthens and thickens within the confines of my leather pants. Priya’s mouth opens on a gasp as I fist her hair, and her breathy moan is smothered as I slant my mouth over hers.

I hear him growl, the chains rattling. He is not so smug anymore.

“Gods, I’m desperate to feel her around me,” Brook says, squeezing her lush, needy body between us. Her bodice is ripped down, and her tits fall into my waiting hands. She groans as I pinch her pretty nipples, but I’m too impatient to linger.

Brook senses what I need. Lifting her skirt, I grasp her under her ass, hoisting her up. Brook braces her back, hands moving under her thighs, spreading her open for me.

Freeing my aching shaft, I snag her slick entrance and thrust.

We all groan. Priya and I with pleasure, Brook with barely tempered impatience.

The rutting is hot, dirty, and fast. Her small body is crushed between us with each savage thrust. My knot grows swiftly, and I’m soon slowing, forcing my length in and out with gritted teeth. Brook takes her lips just as her contractions pull me deep and hold me. My knot locks and great jets of cum bathe the entrance to her womb. I growl, lips finding the claiming mark where my teeth sink deep enough to draw the coppery taste of blood into my mouth.

She comes again, drawing another heady ejection of seed.

I hear him growling. The chained wolf does not enjoy watching what I do, and my lips tug up as I nip against the mark.

“I cannot fucking wait!” Brook hisses. “I will not come in my fucking pants.”

I chuckle, sated now, and knowing I’ll be ready to go again soon.

As the knot softens, I ease from her warmth, sending a splat of combined cum to the filthy floor.

Brook is too far