Mackenzie's Point of View

Since we emerged from my room, I have had the clear sense that Finley has had his stare fixated upon the part of my posterior that is exposed by my clothing. There was nothing about what I was wearing that could be construed as a seductive look. The articles of clothing I pulled out of the gym bag were the ones that didn't look particularly inviting to begin with.

I wore a single pair of jeans in the bag, which were extremely tight everywhere other than around my waist. I paired them with a pair of white sneakers, a black blouse, and the only pair of pants in the bag.

I was required to turn my head every so often to look at him so that he could indicate to me which direction I should go because he was moving slowly behind me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way. This was because he was following me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way.

I grumbled and inquired, "Where exactly are we going," as I became aware that we had just gone through the same hallway for the fourth time in a row.

After he eventually admitted it, he said, "Nowhere, I just like seeing you walk, and I think you kind of smell lovely, too." After hearing him say that, I instantly stopped walking after he said that.

When he saw the look on my face, he burst out laughing once again, and I vowed to myself that it seemed as though he was the most mad of all of them, despite the fact that they were all rather insane.

"Sorry. I just can't help myself. You are simply too adorable for me not to watch. I want to carry it out at this very location and instant."

Throughout the entirety of it, he continued making statements that left me more confused than I could have been, and once he saw the look on my face, he'd laugh. This went on for the entire time.

And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the sort of laugh that stated he was truly amused by my reaction and that he found me hilarious. And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the kind of laugh that said it all. It wasn't just any laugh; rather, it was the kind of chuckle that conveyed everything in a single moment.

After he had finished laughing at my expense, he moved one step closer to me and then leaned to the side of my head as if he was going to kiss my cheek, and boy, was I taken aback by the gesture. He moved one step closer to me and then leaned to the side of my head as if he was going to kiss my cheek.

"I'm kidding. I was just killing time. A word to the wise: make an effort to calm down and take it easy." He whispered the words to me while brushing his lips against my ear in a way that caused me to pause for a moment and catch my breath.

Despite the fact that there was no actual touch between us, I was nevertheless able to detect the sexual overtones that were present.

After that, he corrected his posture and began walking in a clockwise direction around the space. He looked in my direction. "I'll lead you..."

Holy shit, I had no idea these particular people were as peculiar as they are.

Before grinning at me, Finley led me to the location where I was scheduled to meet Luna Martha and sat casually on one of the modernized black couches that resembled Marthan furniture. He felt around in the area that was adjacent to him.

I was given the command to "Come sit here..." by him.

I heaved a sigh. I dithered for a fraction of a second. Then, I obliged. I did not speak at any point and maintained a respectful distance between you and me. Because of my anxiety, my knees were shaking. I simply held them down and worked on relaxing my stiff breathing in order to gain control of the situation.

He said, "I told you, relax..." several times.

After what seemed like only a moment, he abruptly rose up and extended his hand to me. "Come. We'll go now." He led me to the location where I had been instructed to meet Luna Martha.

He is everyone's jokester in the group.

Kingston abruptly interfered while I was assessing my options regarding whether or not to take the bait he was offering or whether or not to remain standing where I was. I was deciding whether or not to take the bait he was offering or whether or not to continue standing where I was.

He really did have the mind of a child. He did not have the careless attitude of a werewolf at all. He was Declan's complete antithesis in terms of both his behavior and the way he conducted himself. He had no resemblance whatsoever to Declan.

He encouraged Chadwick to take a seat by patting the couch with a greater amount of power than before. "Sit, Chadwick." "Come on, Chadwick." It was the second time that he had brought up my last name when he did so for the second time.

Was he making a joke about my surname, or did he actually find it attractive?

I was very impressed because there was not a single instance in which he spelled or otherwise mispronounced my surname.

It used to be that the vast majority of people, if not all of them, pronounced it as either "Rowtes-shi-ken" or "Rue-tez-check-in," but finally I grew weary of having to correct them, and I informed them that they could pronounce it anyway they liked.

Finley, on the other hand, had no issue with the pronunciation of my surname, which is pronounced "Royt-shkin." At the very least, I'm going to give him credit for it.

Just as I was going to take a seat next to him, Luna Martha, Declan, and another guy strolled into the room. I was startled because I was about to sit down.

Declan's eyes briefly met mine, and nearly as soon as they did, a mischievous grin began to appear on his face. Declan's eyes briefly connected with mine, and almost as soon as they did, Declan smiled. It wasn't the kind of smirk that says "I'm delighted to see you," but it definitely communicated something else entirely.

Something even more foreboding than that is going to happen.

When his mother sat down on the couch that was directly across from the one that Finley was sitting on, he immediately stood behind her and followed in her footsteps. Finley and I were both unsuccessful in our attempts to get a reaction from him.

We found ourselves smack dab in the middle of a big formal living room. However, rather than having walls, this room was covered with enormous windows that looked out onto the gorgeous rolling hills and lake.

When I turned my head to look at the other guy, I was immediately on edge because of the way he was looking down at me. When I turned my head back, I was immediately on edge. I got the impression that they were annoyed and disdainful.

The moment he came into closer proximity to me, a raised, red lump emerged on the bridge of his nose. It appeared as though he was about to commit murder right there and then and kill me because the anger that he felt against me was so clear in the way that he looked at me.

My being there was certainly not appreciated by him in any way. In fact, he had no affection for me in the slightest, which is why I was more afraid than I had ever been.

At the very least, Declan and Finley tried to strike up a discussion with me. Who exactly is this person? It had never crossed my mind that he would do it. Should I therefore take this as a reason to throw a party in my honor?

"Also, mate," he said.

Kingston was mentioned almost absentmindedly. In addition to that, what she said gave me the impression that my eyes were going to fly out of their sockets.

"What in the name of all that is holy are you doing, Kingston? Put an end to the absurd declarations that you take pleasure in all of their odors and that they are our partners.

I had to correct her behavior.

Nevertheless, that is not the situation.

In response, she opened fire on him.

In light of the evidence at hand, that just cannot be correct. There is never more than one person who can claim to be a werewolf's real mate. They are not our friends; rather, they are the ones who will harass us until we have nothing left, at which time they will put an end to our life!

I reminded her of it because it was the truth, despite the fact that it may have seemed harsh to the wolf that lives inside of me.

My internal debate with the wolf that resides within me was suddenly sidetracked when I heard Declan's voice say, "Nathaniel." After that, Declan proceeded to walk over to where Finley was sitting and proceeded to sit down next to him.

Once, I saw that he was looking at me. Before he turned his back on me, he merely cast me a single hateful glance before walking away.

Luna Martha never stopped talking about what she believed I needed to be doing throughout the entire time, despite the fact that I was under no obligation to do anything with her sons.

Whenever Luna Martha fixed her icy gaze on me, I couldn't help but feel nauseous and consider ending my own life. This feeling was exacerbated by the fact that I had just eaten. "Mackenzie, this is the life you now have to live. You are one of my sons' possessions. Your top priority should be giving in to what it is that they want. You are here to provide my sons with any and all sexual delights they may have required from you. And there is no need for you to complain." After hearing that phrase, I couldn't help but feel that I was being exploited for some sort of sexual enjoyment.

It was more than anyone could take care of at that point.

I bowed my head in submission. My eyes were already starting to flood up with tears, and I couldn't stop them. Then, in an admission of defeat, I nodded.

Luna Martha beamed at her friend. "Good. I count on your cooperation and know that you won't ever do anything to hurt us. Aside from that, the fact that you are still living in this day and age is a gift bestowed upon you by us. Mackenzie, don't you think that's accurate?"

"Y-yes, moon..."

After some time had passed, I learned that Nathaniel was the youngest of the three sons in the family.

Because he was the only one of my sons who had not yet entered my personal space or presented himself to me, I made sure to keep a close eye on him at all times.

They gave off the impression of being extremely similar to one another while simultaneously being highly distinct from one another. If I had to choose one of them out of the group to be more precise, it would be him since he looked the most like Poseidon. If I had to choose one of them out of the group to be more specific, it would be him.

Although harmful, it does not have a fundamentally bad nature; rather, it is just cruel. At least, that's how I construed the impression he left me with after our conversation.

Nathaniel was not gorgeous in the sense that most people understood the term, but he was definitely intriguing to look at, and he exuded an aura that said, "Don't mess with me," which caused him to stand out in a crowd.

He was tanned more than his brothers were, but he wasn't as ripped as Declan was; rather, he had a trim and fit appearance, like that of a soccer player or football player, as they say here. He also had a darker complexion than his siblings.

He had the same red hair that she did, but it was cut in a style known as an undercut comb-over. This was the way that he had his hair groomed. I had the sudden realization that he did not want to have anything to do with me as soon as I looked into his golden brown eyes, which were so profound and expressive that I could not fathom them. His eyes conveyed a great deal of emotion.

Despite the fact that the three Ackerman boys gave the impression of being triplets, it was clear that they were not identical to one another in any number of ways. Finley was the one who appeared to be the man next door, Declan was the one who had an air of toughness about him, and Nathaniel had an air of athleticism about him.

But if there was one thing that was absolutely certain, it was that they now held, quite literally, the key to saving my life.

Declan's Point of View

We have provided her with an adequate amount of time to readjust and recuperate. Because as soon as we arrived back at our house, we started making out and having fun with our slaves. It was an extreme display of kindness on our part.

Finley and I both agreed that she was to be just for the three of us, but Nathaniel, being the disinterested person that he was, didn't engage in any of our discussions regarding Mackenzie. Finley and I both agreed that she was to be just for the three of us.

Finley and I were both confused by the fact that he detested her more than he did any of the previous women who had come before her.

It was totally ludicrous for any of our inner wolves to even entertain the possibility that she may become their mate given the fact that we were doomed. On the other hand, if we were to tell the whole truth, we would have to confess that this is the situation.

"She is the one for us," they exclaimed.

When Korga, my own personal wolf, picked up on the fact that I was once again having second thoughts, he barked at me.

After that day, he had been restless, and ever night since Mackenzie had arrived, he would pace like a caged beast yearning to be set free so that he might eat his wife. This behavior continued even after Mackenzie left. Since Mackenzie had first come, this circumstance had been ongoing.

After a while later that night, when I clutched her bleeding hand, I could still taste her blood on my lips from earlier in the day. It was as if she were some kind of drug that I simply couldn't refuse, and that's how I felt about her.

I was able to keep my composure for the past few days, but today I had this overwhelming want to be with her, and I marched out of my room to locate her without giving it much consideration. I was powerless to stop myself.

It wasn't necessary for me to investigate her whereabouts or spend a significant amount of time looking for her. Korga and I were both able to zero in on her precise location, and it was almost as if she acted as a homing device for us.

She captivated me like a magnet, and as a result, I found myself experiencing feelings for a woman that I had never felt before. To be more precise, we intend for her to become our sex slave in the future.

She sparked in me a longing that was at odds with itself: I wanted to be close to her while yet ripping her to shreds. She had the effect of making me want to be intimate with her and to shield her from harm, but in the end, I would wind up causing her pain.

I opened her door in a little bit more hurry than was really required, and as a result, it swung open and ran against the wall. She jerked in response to the sound of it, but she turned in a controlled manner to meet my eyes.

She inquired with a question, "W-what are you doing here?"

Korga's expression, which was one of utter desolation and dread, gave the impression that she was becoming increasingly anxious.

I analyzed each and every facet of her physical look, from her hair to her toes.

We are familiar with her stunningly beautiful appearance, calm manner, and youthful innocence. In essence, these were the qualities, among the many others she possesses, that, in my opinion, make people go completely crazy for her.

When my eyes moved up from her neck, which was as white as snow, to her face, which was beautifully sculpted, I couldn't help but want to mark her. I couldn't help but want to mark her since her face was so gracefully shaped. As her chest rose and fell, it appeared as though she was saying some kind of mantra, and I couldn't help but feel the want to mark her.

She questioned him once more, "What are you doing, Declan?" "Please..."

I needed only a few steps to get ahead of her, and I had already arrived at my destination. I pushed her onto the bed with an excessive amount of force, which resulted in her letting out a startled gasp.

"N-no. Please. I beg of you, don't "She pled with him.

There was no question in my mind that she was kind, but she was not human. In spite of the fact that I, too, am a werewolf, she could recover from any injuries that I gave her since she was a werewolf, just as I am.

When she attempted to get up and run away, I immediately put my hand around her neck, and while squatting between her legs, I held her down and prevented her from moving.

"What exactly are you doing right now? P-please let me go! "She begged me to reconsider. Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

I could tell that she was having problems breathing even though I wasn't exerting very much pressure on her neck because of the expression on her face and the tears that were starting to fill up in her eyes.

Despite the fact that she appeared to be terrified and perplexed by the look in her eyes, she did not make any attempt to defend herself.

I couldn't help but be drawn in by it, despite the fact that I knew it was immoral.

Damn it. She is a challenge to resist! I have such a ravenous appetite right now that I wish I could just eat her alive.

I hadn't really realized what was going on until I suddenly leaned in and started eating her mouth.

"N-no! Umm "While I was taking her mouth into mine, she stifled her rage by covering her mouth.

As a result of her lack of awareness regarding the situation, she exhibited bewilderment and reluctance.

As soon as I spun my tongue around hers before biting her lower lip to open her lips, she tentatively and sloppily twirled her tongue around mine. I could sense that she was scared, but as soon as I did it, she did it too.

The manner in which she kissed me provided me with all of the information regarding her that I required at that time.

The sudden understanding that a man had never kissed her before this time caused a rush of blood to travel down my cock, causing it to twitch and ask to be released from the limitations of my jeans. The fact that she had never been kissed by a man before this moment sent a rush of blood down my cock.

What the hell, just thinking about that made my cock tingle all over.

Because of this, I laid on top of her and thrust upward to provide some short comfort, which resulted in an instantaneous widening of her eyes and was then followed by a faint sob that was unsteady.

"I beg you, refrain from doing it. No, no, no..."

She was afraid, but the fact that she believed I would dry-hump her didn't seem to affect her at all. I could feel her enthusiasm, but there was nothing I could do about it because I could smell it on her already. I had no control over the situation.

I was startled and immediately sat up, gathered the bottom of her dress, and pulled it up so that it was bunched about her waist.

I pulled her underwear off of her, which caused her to let out a muffled scream, but I didn't give a damn about it. In fact, it made me laugh. I couldn't get enough of her, and neither could you.

"Absolutely not. I beg you, refrain from doing this "Once again, she implored, but the words sounded more like a request for me to continue pushing forward than a request for me to stop moving forward.

I startled her by pressing my thumb on her clit in an unexpected place and rubbing it once or twice, and she reacted by uttering a frightened "Haa..." and buckling backward.

Excellent, she praised how much she liked it.

"Are you having fun with it like this?" I questioned about it while maintaining a blank expression on my face. "Mackenzie, you need to come clean about this. I miss being able to listen to your voice."

She wailed and "Do not continue. Could you "However, the moisture that was dripping from her close cunt revealed the genuine sentiments that she was having.

I gave it one more try, but this time I pressed down harder on it and feverishly pushed my thumb around in circles. I was giving her the special treatment of soaking wet, which was just reserved for her.

When she heard that, she let out a loud gasp. I could sense how her mind was beginning to unravel as a result of the sensation.

Before, my brothers and I did not engage in any sort of sexual foreplay; but, I made an exception for Mackenzie because I enjoyed the rush of seeing her perplexed and nervous. My brothers and I did not engage in any form of sexual foreplay before.

I put her nipple in my mouth and ran my tongue around it before continuing to stroke her now swollen and sensitive clit. After that, I lightly scraped it with my teeth. This was something that I performed while I kept rubbing her clit.

After recognizing that there was nothing she could do to change the outcome of her position, she clenched the blankets to her chest, closed her eyes, and gave me permission to touch her. She did this so that I might help her. Her mouth made some groaning noises.

I was so excited to see her naked that I violently ripped her dress and bra off of her, and then I simply stood there and gazed lustfully at her naked body. I was so anxious to see her naked that I ripped her dress and bra off of her.

Due to the fact that she had round breasts, wide hips, and a slender waist, my cock twitched even more. She was a lot of fun to hang around with. She did not have a single blemish in her character.

"Damn it, you're so stunning that it's not even funny..."

As soon as I noticed that her pussy was spotless and silky, I made up my mind to gorge myself on her before anyone else could.

As I pushed her closer to the side of the bed and quickly undressed in one smooth motion, I murmured, "Fucking lovely." I then proceeded to remove my clothing. Following that, we locked lips in a passionate embrace.

I got down on one knee next to her, and as her legs were being stretched even more apart, I stuck the tip of my tongue out and started tasting the sweetness that she radiated.

I licked her folds over and over again as I violently pumped my cock in its fully extended position. During that time, my cock was in its most extended position. Slurping her secretions as they came out of her pussy anytime they came out. Whenever they come out. Whenever they come out.

When I looked at her, my mouth immediately started watering.

Her entire body started to shake as she yelled, "Oh, God!" and that was all it took for me to stand up, yank her hips higher, and thrust into her. After that, her entire body became still and did not shake anymore.

She was partly hissing and half weeping at the same time, and I was fucking growling at her during the entire exchange.

It was clear that she had never before participated in sexual activity with another person. Nevertheless, the sooner she understood that participating in harsh sexual activity was a requirement for membership in our group, the sooner she was able to make the necessary adjustments.

"Mackenzie, you need not be concerned. You will quickly become accustomed to this situation. Be more miserable in my name..." I spoke to her in a hushed tone before going about my business.

Mackenzie's Point of View

He didn't give me any warning before crashing into me, so I was caught off guard and let out a painful scream as a result.

It hurts quite a lot. The pain is just excruciating.

I wasn't able to get a good look at how big his dick was, but based on the excruciating pain that I felt when he rammed it inside of me and the way that he stretched my hole from the inside out, I can safely say that he was much too large for me. His dick was much too large for me because of the excruciating pain that I experienced when he rammed it inside of me.

"You are causing me anguish! I beg you, bring it to a halt "I pleaded with him as he proceeded to move further and further away from me while pretending that he couldn't hear what I was saying.

"Shh, you can't be a wolf, can you?" Declan whispered the words between clinched teeth as he grabbed both of my breasts and then tightened his hold on them. While he did this, he exerted a lot of pressure on them. He moaned, "You are such a fucking good fuck!" as he looked at her.

He appeared like a wild beast driven by passion. I was able to tell by the way in which his eyes went all over my body but focused particularly on my neck.

The more time went by, the more severe he was, and as a consequence, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive that he would eventually be successful in figuratively dismembering me. He became progressively cruel with each passing minute.

Declan no longer demonstrated the same level of self-control that I had initially seen in him when I first met him. In front of me stood the grotesque appearance that he had taken.

His right hand sought for my clitoris and stroked it furiously as he cruelly forced his way in and out of me while his left hand kept a firm grasp on my breast. While he did this, he viciously drove his way in and out of me. He did this as his left hand continued to exert a firm grip on my breast.

I stifled a groan and gave out a "aaagh."

I did not have the slightest idea what was going on with me. I was absolutely perplexed. Because of what he was doing to me, both my physical body and my thoughts went into overdrive, and I felt as though I was being entirely engulfed.

I couldn't tell if I was in true physical agony since the more he drove his cock deeper and rubbed me, the more the discomfort decreased. This made it difficult for me to know if I was in actual physical pain. Because of this, it was impossible for me to determine if I was in actual physical discomfort.

It appeared as though everything he toyed with and touched was directly related to my vagina. Because of this, the more he caressed my toughened nipples and clitoris, the wetter and more sensitive I became, which made it easier for him to move his fingers up and down my clitoris and nipples.

It was humiliating to be made to have sex in this fashion, but it was even more embarrassing to discover that I didn't want to get him off of me even though he was forcing it on me, even though it was terrible to have to have sex in this manner. I wanted him to keep on fucking me over and over again without stopping.

I couldn't tell if I ought to be repulsed or interested in the situation.

His movements were deliberate and strong; he would pull almost out before pressing all the way in, and every time this happened, I couldn't help but let out an uncontrolled moan. His movements were slow and deliberate.

He then went on to ruffle his cock inside of me while simultaneously squeezing and smashing it.

It wasn't until I felt the same pressure building up around my walls that I realized he was hitting the same location over and over with the head of his cock repeatedly. I have a strong suspicion that the pressure originated from the area where he had been hammering his cock.

"I can't believe how damp you are. I really want to ram this point home "He stated it with his jaws clenched and his eyes brimming with pure delight.

"Dom..." I heaved a breath as the intensity of the sensation increased, and I clenched the sheets even more tightly.

I murmured, "Aah..." as he grabbed on to my hips to keep me in position while he fucked me harder. He kept me in place while he did it.

He let out a chuckle. "What do you think of that? It's actually very excellent, isn't it? Complain some more for me..."

After a few pumps, I lost all of my senses entirely, and he growled at me, "Give it to me, you little wolf" as he moved even faster than before.

I trembled, shook, and sobbed excessively as I approached my second climax; yet, he did not stop thrusting his hips at any point during the experience. He continued to do so the entire time.

"I'm not done yet, pussy. Let me feel you more. You are so fucking delicious, I can't even "It was a whisper.

As I unwound for what seemed like hours, all he did was draw me closer to him and observe me with a terrifying grimace on his face. He did nothing else. The longer the sensation persisted, the more he moved, which meant that the closer he got to me, the longer the sensation lingered.

When I was on the edge of passing out, I felt him pull away from me, then he turned me over swiftly, and then he slammed back into me. I felt like I was going to pass out.

I let out a screech that could be heard for miles. "Argh!"

He laughed and informed me while he was monitoring the pulse on my neck, and then he continued checking my pulse "Little wolf, we are not finished yet; you need to stay awake. I am still interested in fucking you..."

Oh my god, was he going to use that as a part of my grade?

At the same moment as he was pushing into me, he grabbed my hair behind my ear and pushed into me, so I did not have time to think about what had happened.

Following that, he grabbed my neck and dragged me towards him till my back was pressed up against his chest. He did this without stopping what he was doing in the process.

Before gently tugging at my earlobe with his lips, he came in close to my ear and asked softly, "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" as he whispered the question.

I gave a negative response, "No."

As he continued to relentlessly pound on me, he turned to me and stated, "So, you're fucking loving it?" "Tell it to me, you lil' beast. Answer me "He insisted on it.

As I continued to keep my mouth shut, he increased the pressure that he was applying to my neck. I didn't want to be the one to admit that it felt really nice while he was sliding in and out of me at that moment, therefore I didn't want to be the one to say it.

He questioned her by asking, "Do you effing love it?" He growled, squeezing even harder.

I sputtered, "Y-yes," and that was the only time he let go of his hold on me before pinning me to the ground and making me crawl on all fours.

Did I feel love for it in an authentic way?

When I thought about it again, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed of myself. My entire family, including my parents and the rest of my pack, was slaughtered by Declan, his parents, his siblings, and the rest of his pack.

How was it possible for me to love what he was doing to me when he was taking me against my will?

"Because he is the one who rounds us out," they said.

It broke my heart to hear Kingston express her remorse, and as she did so, fresh tears began to flow down my cheeks because of how tragic what she said sounded.

Absolutely not. It is not true! There is not even one of them that is!

Because he had a firm grasp on my hips, his thrusts were getting shorter but more powerful all at the same time.

As I sat there and listened to his moans and heavy breaths, I couldn't help but think to myself, "I wonder when he'll ultimately give up or decide that enough is enough."

At that very instant, he pushed his thumb deep into my private region.

"No! Hold it!" When I suddenly experienced a strong tearing agony, I let out a scream immediately away.

Declan used his entire body to hold me down and keep me from fleeing. I went in closer and grabbed his wrist to prevent him from driving his thumb into me more. However, he continued to force his thumb into me anyway.

Now that he was standing so close to me, his weight was pressing heavily on my back, and I could feel his cock and thumb moving in and out.

My feelings of humiliation and embarrassment increased as a result of the way things were going. I have never given it a second of my time to even consider the possibility that something as embarrassing as that might ever happen to me.

I was having a difficult time escaping my captor. I tried to shift, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I tried a lot of different things.

I implored Kingston to come to my rescue, but she was helpless because the person who held her captive was the person she believed to be her mate. I begged Kingston to come to my rescue.

I sputtered and moaned while he had his way with me, and the more troubling thing was that even as I wished for him to stop, another earth-shattering climax came crashing down on me like a freight train. I sputtered and moaned while he had his way with me.

"Haaaaaah!" I didn't know what to say, so I just started crying instead.

And not even a minute after that, Declan growled at me from behind me while I was walking.

Before coming to an end altogether, the movement in his hips became progressively jerky before stopping altogether.

It was as if he were spraying his seeds all over my walls and I could feel his release deep within my walls. He did not emerge from his hiding place until he had completely expelled all of the contents of his body.

After he had finished, he moved over to lie next to me and gave me one more lick on the back of my neck. After that, he left.

I didn't give a damn if he was next to me as I buried my head in the blankets and sobbed my heart out for what felt like an eternity. I buried my head in the sheets and sobbed my heart out for what seemed like an eternity.

He just violated me.

"You're not crying because you found it so difficult that you couldn't take it anymore. You're crying because you didn't want to acknowledge the notion that you genuinely liked the way that made you feel, so you're acting out your emotions as a defense mechanism." Declan offered some illuminating comments. "Just say you like it, too..."

On the other hand, that did nothing except make me cry because I had the sense that I was being brainwashed in order to make his actions appear more justifiable. I cried because I felt as though I was being used as an instrument to make his actions appear more justifiable.

When I did not acknowledge what he had said and got up to get dressed, he let out a long sigh and got dressed himself. I did not acknowledge what he had said.

"Learn to recognize these phrases, you little wolf. Pain may be a great source of pleasure if one is able to master the ability to control it."

After that, he turned his back on me and left me to fend for myself.

My entire being, including my heart and my body, broke apart.