It was easier to stay focused on her body instead of her mind.
Concurring evidence of Chanin’s possession of her was in the long, shallow claw marks over her abdomen and the inside of her thighs, as well as the shorter ones on the other side of her neck.The body before her in the mirror appeared to have been mauled by an animal.
A wolf.
“A wolf,” she whispered soundlessly as the pressure in her bladder returned with a vengeance.
She sighed as she made her way to sit on the commode.
Yes, both the visual and physical effects of the impact of not only Chanin’s lust but his mating with her may have been shocking and scary on so many levels that her human brain struggled to comprehend, but she hadn’t gone into it completely ignorant.He’d told her clearly what it would take for him to mate with her, claim her.
It didn’t even take close examination to admit she didn’t regret it.Nothing that happened last night.She’d want to be his at whatever the cost to her physically.
That assurance echoed in her mind even as she stood at the sink washing her hands when a spine-binding pain tore through her stomach and buckled her knees, causing a broken scream to rip out of her throat.
She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped her stomach hard, willing the pain to stop as her body constricted into a ball on the cold tile floor.The coolness of the floor didn’t calm the searing heat igniting her flesh or the horrendous agony holding her core in a steel grip.
“Morlie.”
The sound of her name seemed so distant outside of her and saturated in trepidation.
A vague feeling of being lifted played along the very edges of her mind, but she couldn’t comprehend anything beyond the hurt devastating her body.
“No!”She shoved against a hard, warm wall, not wanting to be moved but preferring to remain where her body had lain until sweet death claimed her.Because she had to be dying, it was the only explanation that made sense in her addled, pain-induced brain.
As her body twisted and bucked, it settled into something soft.She assumed it was a cloud, one an angel would ride in on and take her to heaven at the moment of her demise.
Then another scream bellowed from her mouth, long and low as if something inhuman manipulated her voice.It dragged on, shredding the cords and flesh of her throat as her body began to contort and shudder through one convulsion wave after another.
Come Death, come Reaper, come Angel of Mercy.Those pleas played over and over in her mind.“Please...Death, take m-e-e—”
“Shh...shh, little bunny, I’ve got you.”Those faraway words somehow accompanied thick, strong bands that surrounded her and drew her against something so solid and warm it seemed to seep into her pores—soothe her on some level.
The sensation eased the ache only a fraction, but enough to give her a glimmer of peace, allowing her to focus on the darkness waiting for her—the darkness that painted her vision.This cavernous oasis would give her serenity from the destruction within.
A curled, broken whimper fell from her lips as she gave herself to the darkness.
