Vanessa’s POV
I froze, unable to move as he pressed my head down on the cool bonnet. "What are you doing?!"
"Giving you what you wanted," he growled, maintaining his grip.
"W-what?" I twisted my head around in protest, but he wound his fist into my curls and pushed me back down on the hood, so my cheek lay flush against it.
"I don't want it here, Alpha—" I began to protest, not even understanding why I was saying it. Why did I want this in the first place?
"Same reason you decided to get under his skin," Evie leaped into my head, the traitor.
"Shut up," he snarled, roughly yanking my leggings and panties down to my knees. I could hear his teeth grinding at the sight of my ass, my pink slit peeking out. The faint red marks from where he decorated me with his belt yesterday were still
