Page 3 of The Pack

CHAPTER 3

Z ara

“I’m going into heat?” I whispered, pressing the back of my hand against my forehead. It was hot—too hot. My skin felt like it was on fire, and the heat wasn’t coming from the morning sun or from the fight.

It was coming from inside me.

And more specifically, it was coming from a place deep down in the core of my belly.

I didn’t understand what they were saying. Heat? What did they mean, ‘heat’? Humans didn’t go into heat. That wasn’t a thing, right? Animals went into heat. Did shifters go into heat? I wasn’t a shifter. I was human!

But regardless of that, whatever was happening to me wasn’t normal.

Was I drugged? I had to be drugged, right? That’s the only way this could be happening, the only reasonable explanation for a human woman like me going into a shifter heat…

His grip loosened and I staggered back a step, trying to put distance between me and the dark-haired man who had been staring at me like I was some kind of puzzle he wanted to solve. His piercing silver eyes tracked my every movement. The other wolves stood nearby, their gazes just as intense.

The heat was unbearable. It wasn’t just under my skin; it was in my chest, my stomach, curling low in my gut like a storm I couldn’t control. My heart raced, and my body felt alive in a way that terrified me. My nipples ached and my clit pulsed, and I tried to ignore the way my eyes kept dropping to their monstrously big cocks.

Like I wanted them.

Like I needed them…

“What’s happening to me?” I demanded, my voice cracking.

The silver-eyed man tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “It’s exactly what I told you. Your body is going into heat.”

“Stop saying that!” I snapped, clutching at the rough leather wrap that barely covered me. My skin prickled with the sensation of being vulnerable, like I wasn’t just naked but completely exposed. In the seconds that followed, every nerve ending sparked to life.

“I’m human,” I insisted. “This can’t happen to me. It doesn’t make any sense.”

The man—dark hair, silver eyes, angular jawline—sighed, his voice softening just slightly.

“No, it doesn’t make sense,” he said. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

He turned his head slightly toward the others, speaking low enough that I almost didn’t hear him. “Tobias, Thorne, Callum. Shift. She needs to know who she’s dealing with.”

The tallest of the three wolves he named—the one with dark, brooding eyes and blackish-gray fur—narrowed his gaze, but obeyed. His body rippled, shifting from a hulking wolf to an equally hulking man in the blink of an eye. He was intimidating: all well-defined lines and quiet intensity, his muscles corded with tension like he was ready to spring into action at any moment. His knowing stare locked onto me, and I felt my pulse quicken.

The second one—lighter, younger, with shaggy gray fur—shifted next. He was the opposite of the first: approachable, warm, almost boyish. His face was open, his eyes curious as he studied me, but there was something solid in the way he held himself, like he was ready to jump to my defense if anything went wrong.

Finally, the third wolf stepped forward. His white fur melted away to reveal a man with pale skin and angular, aristocratic features. His hair was a stark white that matched his wolf form, and his eyes were icy and calculating. He carried himself with the confidence of someone who had survived too much to be afraid of anything anymore.

The last wolf didn’t shift.

I blinked, my gaze darting between the three of them, to the wolf, then back to the dark-haired one who seemed to be leading them. “Who—what—are you people?”

The dark-haired man with silver eyes stepped closer, and I instinctively backed away, but the heat flared in my core again, making my legs tremble and my knees go weak.

“I’m Magnus,” he said, his voice calm. He gestured toward the tall, brooding one. “That’s Tobias.”

Tobias gave me a single nod, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Magnus pointed to the warm, blackish-gray-haired man next. “Callum.”

Callum offered me a faint smile, though there was something cautious in his gaze.

“And the stoic one is Thorne.” Magnus nodded toward the white-haired man, who didn’t so much as blink.

“Magnus, Tobias, Callum, Thorne,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

“And the reddish one?” I asked, glancing toward the last wolf, still in his animal form, standing slightly apart from the group.

“That’s Killian,” Magnus said, his tone more casual now, but his eyes never left mine.

Killian growled softly, his golden-brown eyes flicking toward Magnus before he stepped back into the shadows.

“Now that you know us,” Magnus said, turning his full attention back to me, “it’s your turn. How did you get here?”

“I don’t know!” I snapped, frustration bubbling over. The fire inside me was only getting worse, clawing at my composure. “I woke up in the woods wearing this stupid leather thing, and I don’t remember anything before that.”

Except for that one familiar face I dreamed about…

The others exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them. I tried to get a read on them, but it felt impossible. I stayed quiet, lifting my chin and trying to pretend I was okay when I was so far from it that it wasn’t even funny.

Magnus stepped closer, his silver eyes narrowing. “And your heat? You feel it?”

“Of course I feel it!” I shouted, pressing a hand to my chest as if that would stop the burning inside me. “But I don’t know what it is, or why it’s happening, or why I?—”

My words faltered as Magnus closed the distance between us. He reached out, his hand brushing my waist, and I jerked back, but the heat surged in response, making me gasp.

“It’s worse when I touch you, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost gentle.

I glared at him, my chest heaving. “What are you doing to me?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might actually be frustrated with me, but then it passed.

“It’s not me, Zara,” he said. “It’s you. Your body is acting like a shifter’s would, and I don’t understand why.”

“That’s not possible,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I’m not… I’m not like you.”

“Maybe not,” Magnus said, his eyes softening just slightly. “But whatever you are, it’s happening. And we’re going to have to deal with it.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and final, as the fire inside me burned hotter, brighter, threatening to consume me. It spread through my body like wildfire and it seemed there was nothing I could do to stop it.

And it wasn’t just in my core anymore—it was everywhere. My skin felt like it was glowing, every nerve sparking to life with a dangerous mix of agony and uncontrollable arousal. It dropped down into the pit of my belly, making my stomach squeeze painfully tight, and then my pussy clenched down hard.

With arousal…

Oh, God. That couldn’t be right.

I took a step back, my legs trembling as I tried to put distance between me and the wolves—or men, or whatever they were. My breaths came fast and shallow, my pulse hammering in my ears.

“I… I don’t feel right,” I managed to say, my voice trembling.

Magnus was watching me, his gaze assessing my every move. The others lingered nearby, their eyes flicking between me and him like they were waiting for him to make a call.

“Zara,” Magnus said, his voice calm, like he was trying not to startle me. “I need you to focus, lass. Can you do that for me?”

I shook my head, stumbling back another step. The heat twisted inside me, coiling low in my stomach like a predator ready to pounce. My hands trembled as I gripped my sides, trying to ground myself, but it wasn’t working. It just kept building, the ache in my core twisting into something terrible and hot.

My clit pulsed so hard that I nearly moaned out loud.

“It’s too much,” I gasped. “I can’t… I can’t control it.”

“Magnus,” Callum said softly, stepping forward. His hair was tousled, his kind eyes filled with concern. “We need to do something.”

“Like what?” Tobias snapped. “She’s human. There’s no precedent for this. We don’t even know what we’re dealing with.”

“Then figure it out,” Callum shot back, his voice uncharacteristically harsh.

“Stop,” Magnus said, cutting through their argument like a blade. His focus stayed locked on me, his expression unreadable. “Zara. Look at me.”

I forced myself to meet his eyes, even as my body betrayed me, my knees threatening to buckle under the weight of the heat. My throat felt dry, my skin too tight, and the fire raging inside me was growing stronger by the second.

My gaze jerked down to their cocks, and I couldn’t help but stare.

“You need to stay with me,” Magnus said calmly, but firmly. “Don’t fight it. Fighting will only make it worse.”

“I don’t… I feel like I’m—” I choked out, tears stinging my eyes as frustration and fear bubbled up.

“Losing control,” Magnus finished for me softly.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He stepped closer, his movements cautious, like he was approaching a cornered animal, and I couldn’t help but take a step back even as my arousal surged at his approach.

“That’s what heat does,” he said. “It takes over. It drowns out everything else until there’s nothing left but instinct.”

“I’m not like you!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “I’m not a shifter! This shouldn’t be happening to me!”

Magnus stopped just a few feet away, his silver eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

“You’re right,” he said. “It shouldn’t. But it is. And whether you like it or not, you need us.”

“I don’t need anyone!” I snapped, but the words rang hollow.

The truth was I didn’t know how much longer I could stand this. My legs felt weak, my mind even hazier. The heat was eating away at me, breaking me down piece by piece and the more I was around them, the more I began to question what I wanted and what my body was demanding.

Them. My body wants them.

The others moved closer now, forming a loose semi-circle around me. I should have felt trapped, but instead, a part of me—some dark, unfamiliar part—felt drawn to them.

It was the heat.

It had to be.

“Zara,” Magnus said again. “You’re not thinking clearly. That’s the heat. It’s going to push you to your limits, make you feel things you don’t want to feel. But you have to trust me. Trust us.”

“Why?” I demanded, my voice cracking.

“Because we’re the only thing standing between you and losing control completely,” he answered.

I wanted to argue, wanted to tell him he was wrong, but I couldn’t. The fire inside me was too strong, too overwhelming. My body ached, my skin burned, and the pull—the unbearable pull toward them—was getting stronger by the second.

You want them.

You need them.

“You’re fighting it,” Magnus said, his tone firmer now. “Stop fighting.”

“What do you expect me to do?” I snapped. “Just give in?”

I stumbled again as I continued backing away, and Magnus was suddenly there, his hands gripping my arms to stabilize me. The contact sent a shockwave of blazing fire right through me, the heat flaring so intensely that I gasped.

“Breathe,” he commanded. “Focus on me.”

“I can’t,” I whispered, shaking my head. “It’s too much.”

“You can,” Magnus said, his grip tightening slightly. His eyes bore into mine, grounding me even as the fire threatened to consume me.

The heat twisted again, brutal and unforgiving, and I let out a low moan, my body trembling. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss I couldn’t escape.

I needed to come.

Magnus’s hands moved to my waist, holding me up as my legs threatened to give out. His touch sent another jolt through me, the heat racing through my every limb, roaring in response to his hands on my body.

“Zara,” he said, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. “I know it’s hard. But you’re not alone here anymore. We’re going to handle this together.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that I wasn’t losing myself to this… this thing, whatever it was. But as the fire burned hotter and my vision blurred further, I wasn’t sure I could hold on.

“Help me,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Magnus’s grip tightened. “I will. We will,” he assured me. “I promise.”

But even as he spoke, I felt the fire claw deeper, pulling me closer to the edge. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could fight it.

The fire inside me wasn’t just burning anymore—it was consuming me from the inside out. It clawed at my skin, curled around my spine, and licked up the back of my neck like it was trying to escape. Every breath felt thick, like breathing in smoke. My knees buckled slightly, and I clung to the rough bark of a nearby tree to keep myself upright.

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.

To breed me.

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—those men . My breaths 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.

A deep, resonant howl echoed behind me, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. I knew what it meant.

They were coming for me.

I stumbled over a root, catching myself just in time before I smashed my face, but the hesitation cost me. I could hear them now—the pounding of paws against the forest floor, the noisy rustle of leaves as they closed the distance between them and me.

Another howl rang out, closer this time.

They were faster than me. Of course they were.

But I wasn’t about to make it easy for them.

I veered to the left, heading toward a break in the trees where the sunlight was brighter. My lungs burned, my legs ached, but I kept running. The fire inside me surged again, hot and consuming, but I shoved it down, focusing on the pounding rhythm of my feet and the desperate need to survive.

A flash of silver fur appeared in my peripheral vision, and I pushed myself harder, my muscles screaming in protest.

Another wolf appeared ahead of me, this one with reddish-brown fur. Its golden eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of panic. I changed direction again, darting to the right, but the wolves were everywhere now.

They were herding me.

I stumbled into a clearing and looked around for my next avenue of escape. The ground sloped downward, leading to a grassy plain where a narrow stream cut through the landscape. The water sparkled in the sunlight, mocking me with its stunning serenity.

There was nowhere to hide.

I turned to double back, but they were already there.

The silver wolf stood at the edge of the clearing, its piercing eyes locked onto mine. Behind it, the blackish-gray wolf emerged from the shadows, its massive frame radiating power. The reddish-brown wolf flanked them, its ears flat against its head, and the gray wolf—smaller, but no less dangerous—crept forward with a cautious but determined air.

And then there was the white wolf. It stepped out from the tree line last, its pale fur practically glowing in the sunlight. It moved with a quiet grace, its icy gaze colder than the stream beside us, and that made my stomach twist in fear.

They formed a loose circle around me, their positions careful and precise and too fucking coordinated.

There would be no more running. I knew that now.

I backed up toward the stream, my breaths coming in quick, panicked gasps. My bare feet slipped on the soft grass, the cold water brushing against my heels as I reached the edge of the bank.

The silver wolf shifted first. Its body rippled, fur melting away to reveal Magnus, his dark hair disheveled and his chest rising and falling with exertion. He took a step toward me, his hands open and empty, but his eyes burned with an intensity that made my pulse race and my pussy clench.

“Enough,” he said, his voice low, but firm.

“Stay back,” I warned. My body was shaking, whether from fear or the heat burning inside me, I couldn’t tell anymore.

The blackish-gray wolf shifted next, revealing the tall, brooding man Magnus had called Tobias. His dark eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his expression hard and unreadable.

“I’m fine,” I snapped, even though I wasn’t. My legs were barely holding me up, and the fire in my core was flaring red hot, making it harder to think, and even harder to breathe.

The reddish-brown wolf finally shifted then, revealing a younger man with fiery red hair and a wiry build. His golden-brown eyes were piercing, but there was a flicker of something like amusement in them as he glanced at me.

“It’s hard to tell who’s mating who,” he said, his Irish accent thick and lilting.

“Not the time, Killian,” Magnus said snappishly, his eyes never leaving me.

The gray wolf shifted next, revealing Callum. His kind eyes were filled with concern, and he took a tentative step forward, his hands raised in a gesture of peace.

“Zara,” he said gently, “we’re not trying to hurt you. We’re trying to help you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I muttered, glancing at the white wolf, who still hadn’t shifted.

Finally, the white wolf melted into the form of a man—a tall, broad-shouldered figure with pale hair and well-defined, aristocratic features. His icy blue eyes flicked over me, assessing, before he turned to Magnus. He was the one Magnus had called Thorne.

“This is going to get worse,” he said, his voice low and clipped. “We need to act now.”

I shook my head, my chest heaving. “I don’t trust you.”

“You don’t have to,” he said, stepping closer. “But if you don’t let us help you, that heat is going to consume you. It could kill you if we do nothing about it.”

I staggered back, my heels slipping into the cold water of the stream. My body trembled, the fire inside me raging hotter than ever.

I was surrounded. Outnumbered. And worst of all, I was losing control.

And they all knew it.

Magnus watched me, his expression unreadable. Tobias, Killian, Callum, and Thorne—they all stared at me, their eyes tracking my every movement.

They were waiting for me to break.

A low growl rumbled from Magnus, and his jaw tightened. He took another step forward, the sunlight glinting off his dark hair.

Tobias, Killian, and Thorne closed in on me, their movements careful and deliberate. Their scents hit me all at once—musk and pine, earth and salt. It was like a drug, and it made the fire inside me burn brighter.

I tried to hold on. I tried to keep control. But the heat was too much.

A low moan escaped me.

I sounded like a wild animal.

What was going on in my head was even worse. I couldn’t stop thinking about their hands on me, about each one of them overpowering me and sinking their big, thick cocks into my every hole and I cried out at the mental image, slapping my hand over my mouth to quiet myself.

Magnus closed the distance between us in two quick strides, his hand reaching for me. He grabbed my arm, and the heat flared, the fire inside me roaring in response.

He pulled me toward him, his grip tightening. I struggled, but his hold was too strong.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

And then he growled .

The sound rumbled through me, low and steady. It was a growl that spoke to my most primal instincts.

A growl that said: Submit. Give in.

I moaned, my legs buckling as everything came to a head. The heat was too much, the fire burning hotter than ever. My skin was flushed, and the arousal dripping from my pussy was utterly shameful.

Oh, my God. I was wet. And not just a teensy bit wet. My arousal was dripping down my thighs like a fucking torrent.

Magnus caught me as I collapsed, his arms wrapping around my waist. He held me close, his chest pressed against mine. His touch was like a firebrand, the heat in my core and the heat of his skin melting together until I no longer knew where I ended and he began.

The others moved closer, their scents enveloping me. Tobias, Killian, Thorne, and Callum surrounded us, their hands brushing my bare skin. I cried out at the contact, the heat flaring inside of me, but the noise that came out of my mouth was more of a desperate strangled moan than anything else.

I couldn’t help it. I was on the edge. The need to come, the need for release, the need to feel them take me was overwhelming.

The fire burned hotter and brighter, and my mind spun. My body shook, and I knew that if they didn’t touch me, if they didn’t fuck me, I’d lose control of myself, completely and utterly.

I looked up at them, meeting each of their eyes in turn.

I didn’t know why, but as soon as I saw their gazes, something inside me just gave in and broke.

As though it was the most natural thing in the world, I tilted my chin, baring the tender flesh of my neck to them.

“Please,” I whispered.

Magnus’s face hardened and our eyes met.

“Let me make this clear, lass. You belong to us now. We can smell your arousal for miles and if you try to hide it or deny it, I’m going to blister your ass,” he growled.

“I—” I began, but he cut me off.

I didn’t even get a chance to really take in the fact that he’d just threatened to spank me or even let it fully sink in that he could smell the wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Now, you’re going to take it from all five of us and you’re going to take it hard. That’s what this heat of yours needs to end and we’re going to give it to you. The only thing you’re going to get to decide is whether or not to take off your clothes before we start. If you don’t, then I’m going to be the first one to fuck that tight little ass,” Magnus growled.

Holy shit. I stared at him, speechless.

The thought of taking them all, one after another, was terrifying. I should hate the idea, but a part of me thought it was thrilling. Exciting. Shameful …

I shouldn’t want to take them all, one after another, all five at once or however this was going to go, but I did. I wanted it badly. But I wasn’t quite ready to take it in the ass, not when I had never been with a man before… let alone five of them. I was a virgin, for Christ’s sake.

So I made a decision.

“I’ll take them off,” I whispered hoarsely, my arousal apparent in every single syllable that fell off my lips. My cheeks flared with embarrassment, giving away my shame to every one of them. I didn’t want him to spank me or whatever else he had in mind. I just wanted this heat to end.

A low, satisfied growl emanated from his chest, and his grip on my body tightened.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, and my legs nearly gave way beneath me.

Fuck. I loved hearing him call me that.

He gave me a knowing look and I slowly reached down to my waist, untying the leather thong that held the wrap in place and letting it fall to the ground.

I blushed hard when the gazes of all five of fell upon me, hot and heavy and so weighty that it felt like I might collapse under them all. Magnus’s eyes roved up and down my body and Killian cocked his head, a seductive grin playing on the edges of his lips.

Magnus lifted his hand, trailing it up my body from my waist to my shoulder and then back down to cup my breast. He rolled the sensitive skin of my nipple between his fingers, tugging lightly. I was panting and whimpering in his grasp.

My pussy clenched and unclenched, my arousal soaking my inner thighs, and I could feel myself growing more and more wet with every second that passed.

Before I could fully process what was happening, the others carried me from the stream and deposited me on the grass. Then they descended upon me, their hands and mouths moving over my body. It was too much, too fast, and I gasped as Callum cupped my breasts and Killian buried his face between my legs.

Their scents surrounded me, their bodies pressing against mine.

My back arched and I moaned, letting the pleasure overwhelm me.

Then, without warning, Magnus wrapped his hand around my throat, cutting off my air and forcing my gaze up toward his.

He was watching me, his silver eyes glowing.

“This is what you need,” he growled, his tone rough and commanding. “To be used. To be fucked. To be bred. By all five of us, isn’t it, lass?”

I didn’t want to admit it. At least not yet. Not when I could hardly admit it to myself.

So I didn’t.

I just moaned instead.

That was all the answer they needed.

Magnus released my throat, and I gasped for air, my head spinning.

Before I could catch my breath, Magnus was moving, turning me around and pushing me onto my hands and knees. My heart pounded as he bent down behind me, his hand stroking the curve of my ass.

He pressed his fingers against my entrance, feeling how wet I was, and then he slipped two inside me.

“You’re so eager for it, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone taunting.

I couldn’t deny it. Not anymore.

I nodded, panting as he pumped his fingers inside me.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. “I bet you’ve never had five cocks inside you before,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.

“I’ve never—” I began, but he chuckled knowingly.

“Oh, I know, lass. I can smell your innocence too,” he said, and a rush of arousal lashed straight down to my clit.

“Do you know what happens when five men fuck a woman at the same time, Zara?” he continued, and I bit my lip.

I shook my head, unable to form words.

“It means we’re going to take turns fucking your pussy, filling it with our cum, until your belly is full of our seed. We’re going to fuck you until you can’t take anymore, and even then, we’re not going to stop until your body is properly bred.”

“No, please, I can’t—” I began, but Magnus cut me off.

“You can, and you will. This is your heat. You need us. And we’re going to give you everything you need. You’ll take every drop of our seed that we can possibly make while we breed this wet little pussy until we decide we’re done with it.”

His words were dark and twisted, but the fire inside me burned brighter than ever, and I knew they were true.

Thorne, Tobias, Killian, and Callum growled beside him and the weight of the sound caused a wave of pleasure to crash over me.

The scent of their arousal, their musk, their need for me, filled my senses, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I needed them.

All of them.

Now .

“Fuck me,” I gasped, the words coming out as a desperate plea.

Magnus’s hand tightened around my hip, and he pushed his cock against my entrance, filling me in one swift thrust and bursting through my virgin barrier at the exact same time.

I threw my head back and screamed.