Page 18 of The Pack

The sensations throughout my body paled in comparison to the blazing heat centered in my core. I could feel my nipples pebbling underneath the rough leather, could feel the arousal pooling between my thighs.

Magnus hadn’t let go of me. His hands were still at my waist, keeping me from completely collapsing. His presence was grounding, but at the same time, it made everything worse. Every time he touched me, even just a brush of his fingers, the heat flared, sharp and electric, flooding my senses.

I needed it to stop. I needed him to let go.

But the words wouldn’t come.

All I could do was cling to him and try to breathe through the haze of pain and pleasure that threatened to break me apart.

I heard the others moving around me, but their voices were muffled, distant, like they were underwater. Everything was blurry, and the heat was so strong now that I felt like I was drowning in it.

“Breathe, Zara,” Magnus said, his voice cutting through the fog in my mind.

I sucked in a ragged breath, my body trembling. I leaned into him, my chest pressed against his. The contact made the heat flare again, sending a wave of pleasure through me that was almost too much to bear.

Then I felt his cock throb against my belly.

“Magnus,” I gasped hoarsely. All of a sudden, my vision stuttered, and I closed my eyes as visions of terribly shameful things raced through my head.

Me.

On my hands and knees, lewdly on display, begging for them to take me.

Pleading for them to overpower me.

For them all to fuck me.

At the same time. One after the other.

To make it stop.

To make it hurt.

To make me come.

Tobreedme.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, I let out a low moan, my body shuddering as the heat burned hotter.

A wall of shame crashed over me. I couldn’t bear it. I had to get away from these men. I didn’t know what they were doing to me and all I wanted was to make it stop.

So I acted without really thinking it through.

I turned my hips and brought my knee up between Magnus’s legs.

Hard. Really fucking hard.

He let go of me and staggered back, his face a mask of pain. On any other day, I would have enjoyed the look of agony written all over his face, but right now, the only instinct screaming in my head was to run.

I didn’t wait to see what Magnus or the others would do next. I bolted, my bare feet pounding against the earth as I launched myself into the woods.

Behind me, I heard Magnus let out a loud curse, followed by the sound of someone—or something—shifting.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The fire still burned inside me, but the need to escape was stronger. I didn’t know where I was going, but anywhere was better than being surrounded by those wolves—thosemen. Mybreaths came in quick, uneven bursts, my vision blurring at the edges.

The forest closed in around me, branches clawing at my arms and legs as I pushed through the undergrowth. The sunlight filtering through the canopy did little to light my path, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t.

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