He pushed my face into my bedding to silence my objections. “Shh. Shh. You’re going to call them in before I’ve opened you for them.”
“I don’t want opened.” I whimpered.
I don’t want to hurt. I’m still sore from things they’ve done over the last few days! I grimaced as I thought it.
“Yes, you do. An unopened woman can tear. And that will hurt you. Possibly permanently. I’m not going to allow that.”
“Why not? You’ve allowed everything else.” I said waspishly. The bit of fire in my soul rising to the surface.
He frowned chidingly at me. “We’ve behaved like dogs in rut, yes. But we don’t want to actually harm you.”
“You have been hurting me!”
“It’s different. It’s part of the mating process. Part of us trying to temper our need for this night so we don’t destroy you.”
I was
