EIGHTEEN
ANNABEL
“Modi!”
I cried out my alpha’s name as he penetrated my weeping s*x once more, the agonizing new bond hooked behind my ribs flooding with pleasure, numbing the pain.
I’d lost count of how many times he’d mounted me since he'd put his claim on me, the times in between a hazy fog of hormonal madness and misery. We hadn’t spoken—hadn’t needed to. I felt his regret like an ice pick between my ribs whenever he wasn’t buried inside of me, only the pleasure he found there overriding his anguish.
My heat refused to break, and as horrible as it was, I was grateful, because once it was over, there would be nothing to ease the torment.
Modi grunted behind me, his hands finding their now-familiar place on my hips and yanking me back onto his thick d**k.
At least this part didn’
