Page 155 of Plug and Drain

Susie was smart enough to know not to.

She sucked.

Long, hard, cruel, tasteless.

“Very good,” Henrikk said. “We might inspire Arken just yet. I’m sure he’ll take you again once I leave.”

He withdrew his finger, braced himself with palms on either side of her face, and began a steady pace, driving into her repeatedly.

“So kind of you to let me use her, Arken. We should do this again.”

Her mind scrambled and went dark, unable to handle anymore. She was falling backwards, her thoughts regressed into complete submission. But there was no alpha to take care of her now. Only Henrikk, and he was everywhere, on top of her, inside her, his hard body unrelenting as he used his weight and claws and knees to pin her in place.

Maybe if she’d become Arken’s pet, none of this would be happening.

Maybe if she’d been good.

If she hadn’t spent so much time trying to advocate for wolves.

If she’d just been quiet and kept her head down.

The thoughts were wrong, but her head was hurting, ready to split open. She couldn’t think.

She was spiralling.

If only she’d been good.

Maybe Arken would have fought for her then.

Maybe she would have been worth defending.

Something was hurting her, and it transcended physical.

It began in her chest, aching, radiating to her throat, causing her muscles to tighten. Her tailbone hurt. How long had it been hurting?

Henrikk’s hands were planted on the ground on either side of her head, but he was strangling her. She couldn’t breathe. Her mind tried, but failed, to comprehend, to understand why this was happening. She gave up thinking.

She was barely even here.

But she felt everything.

Henrikk’s voice invaded her scattered thoughts. “Poor little wolf. Is this not to your satisfaction?”

Susie cried and cried.

She tried not to.

She’d gotten quite good at not crying during sex.

Even when Oscar and the omegas had assaulted her and Molly so violently, she’d held back most of her emotions, locking away the most vulnerable part of her, refusing to give importance to the memories of what her body endured.

But her defences were down now. She’d opened her heart for Arken. She’d let him in and laid her heart bare, trusting him enough to allow herself to become vulnerable.

And Henrikk had swooped in and crushed her.

It was horrifying. But…she could have endured that. She felt that she could have endured him inside her.

But she couldn’t endure this. Arken’s passivity. His disregard.