They pushed me to the ground while he stood and watched. Unmoved.
Four other pack members grabbed my arms and legs. Splaying me out over leaves and dirt. As I flailed against their grip.
“I can smell you from here.” Draven crossed his arms. Tilting his head as he enjoyed the sight of me pinned to the ground. “Get her clothes off.”
A man stepped forward and drew his dagger. Catching my skirts and slipping the knife through them to rend open the fabric. Exposing my thighs and more tender areas.
Another man shoved the neckline of my dress down so my breasts were cradled above it. Pale white with dusky pink n*****s.
Draven was stroking himself through his pants. “Mmm. I can’t wait.”
“Can I?” One of the other men begged.
“No!” Draven’s head whipped. A feral snarl rumbling in his throat.
