The cold water keeps pounding on my skin like tiny needles, but it's nothing compared to the way his fingers dig into my thighs, forcing them wider. His breath is hot against my core, that wicked grin stretching across his face as he looks up at me through the spray. His pitch-black eyes are full of hunger, like he's already won.
"Please… stop…" I whisper, but my voice cracks. My body is shaking so hard I can barely stand. He laughs low in his throat, the sound vibrating against me.
"You're mine now, wifey. No more running. No more mates coming to save you." His tongue flicks out, tasting the water on my skin, and bile burns the back of my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but then that voice comes again, louder this time.
Ravine. Harness it. Now.
