“We’re going to play a little game with you,” Thayer growled in my ear.
I teetered from foot to foot and whimpered, a sleeve of silk covering my eyes and shielding my vision. My hands were pulled behind my back and bound around a large tree trunk in the forest behind the pack house. I had been standing here—completely naked and unable to move—for almost an hour now. Waiting for one of them to touch me.
Over the course of the last week, since I had saved the Paragons, we had enacted every entry from my journal, except this one. And I had been begging—aching—for them to complete my fantasies.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Breed me.”
My inner monster had been in heat all week, desperate to be filled with her mates’ c*m every single hour. I needed it more than I had needed anything in my life, and
