She can’t remember how they got here.
One second, Rael was knotting her in front of the pack, her screams resonating through the bond as he filled her with come and himself, giving her his claim.
The next, she’s in a small, dark stone room, collared, cuffed, covered in come and heat, knees scraping the cool tile floor as she crawls.
And the worst part?
The knot hadn’t stopped it.
It had only made it worse.
Her n*****s are hard, hot pink and overly sensitive. Her cunt is dripping with every twitch, leaking and clenching around nothing.
Her throat aches from screaming, and still she groans—animalistic, needy, filthy, broken.
Rael is at the other end of the room, back braced against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched so tight she can hear the cracking of bone.
She’s
