*Jonas*
Cana is whimpering in my head, fear gripping my body as the big brute pulls at my pants. This is a nightmare, for both of us.
‘Not like this,’ My Wolf whimpers, sounding like a scared puppy, and I get him. ‘Not with him.’
And I know what he means, so okay we have started considering … you know … men … our sexuality. The fact that we are attracted to Typhon and I had even started kinda fantasising about … more than a kiss. But the thought of this stinking bear of a man touching me intimately, using me, it leaves me cold and shaking with fear.
I should have listened. I should not have been so stubborn and obstinate.
“Such a perky little ass,” The man grins, as he manages to pull my pants down, his hand gliding over my skin, making goosebumps of the bad kind break out, “And tight too I bet.”
“Please don’t.” I beg, not caring that I sound desperate. I can’t stand the thought of what he wants to do.