Page 63 of X-Clan The Origin

And fell into a cloud of confusion once more.

Only for his growl to bring me back.

Again.

And again.

And again.

It was a cycle of sensation, warmth, and me losing consciousness. Or rather, losing the war with my wolf.

She needed this cycle. And leaving me out of the fun was part of the punishment for my actions.

Disassociation. Just like Jonas had said.

But bits and pieces were clear, such as Jonas’s affection. His purr. His kisses. His sweet words.

I felt him rotate me to all fours, his cock sliding into me from behind.

His knot pulsing.

His lips on my neck, kissing his claiming mark.

Water being forced down my throat.

Hiscum.

I came alive to find him lodged deep in my mouth, my throat working as I swallowed him down while he growled.

He tasted so good. So perfect. Like my new favorite meal.

“Fuck, Riley. I love the way you’re looking at me right now.” He thrust so far inside me that I worried he might knot my throat.

But he didn’t.

He just squeezed the base of his shaft and unleashed more of his cum into my mouth.

I swallowed eagerly.

And then he was inside me again.

From behind.

From the front.

It was all a blur, my estrus muddling my thoughts and leaving me unfocused.

But slowly the world started to make sense again.

After hours, days, maybe even a week, of being fucked senseless by Jonas.

There were vague recollections of him forcing me to eat. Of my animal snarling in refusal, and him finding ways to tame my inner wolf with a few well-timed growls.

It was like some dark fever dream.

One I felt slowly releasing me from its grip as I stared out the windows at the trees. Sunshine filtered through them. And air stroked my face.

I glanced up to find the ceiling fan on.