When I woke, it felt like a train had run over me from the inside out. My body screamed before my mind even caught up. Every nerve was raw.
My pussy and dick burned with a deep, throbbing ache—as if both had been torn and then stitched with a blunt needle. The pain was so sharp I almost sobbed, the kind of hurt that made my throat tighten and my eyes sting with unshed tears.
I tried to sit up, pushing on my elbows, but my muscles trembled and gave out; the motion shot fire through my hips, and I collapsed back with a choked gasp, eyes watering.
Last night, after the chilli prank, Elaine had snapped. The way she grabbed my hands, spread my legs, and pinned me down—it had gone from anger to violation in seconds.
She'd rutted me despite my protests, her alpha pheromones forcing me into heat, my body responding even as my mind screamed no. I hadn't been able to fight properly.
