Page 151 of Broken Bonds
He helps Shawn torment me, and while I’m trying to beg, I sense nothing is coming out as intelligible words.
Then Jax arrives.
That’s when logic-Mal peeks out from a dark hiding space, takes one look at the sitch, nopes right the fuck out, and dives back into a dark storm cellar to ride it out.
One overwhelming thought pulses through me like one of those annoying cellphone power plant alarm tones—I don’t want anyone’s dick in me but Todd’s.
Period.
I need him to claim me—like I need oxygen or water or food.
Hell, I’m willing to forego the last two if Todd will just fuck me.
When Shawn starts telling Jax he’s going to fuck me first, and Jax comes un-fucking-glued?
Well, in my brain, struggling to get free and running while praying Todd can catch me first is the only thing that matters.
I… It’s instinctive. It’s something in my soul, akin to a life force permeating every cell in my body.
The next thing I know, I’m loose, with no idea how I got that way. I want to run, but Shawn’s dragging me by my hair as I scrabble for footing. Despite me trying to pull away, he yanks me closer to Jax, whose rage absofuckinglutely terrifies me.
There are now four other men in the room. I’m not sure who they are or when they showed up, but Shawn drags me past them and outside, and I have to follow.
I glance back and see Todd emerge from the building, which gives me a little comfort, except Shawn’s still got hold of me. Now that we’re outside, everything feels too bright, too intense, scents assaulting me and sounds peening through my skull—it’s just…
Everything.
Too much.
If I don’t run, escape, I’m more afraid I might lose my mind, much less get fucked by the wrong cock.
Shawn roughly shoves me to the ground, pinning me there with a cruelly strong hand gripping the back of my neck. “Pink paint. Cones. Shift, pup.”
I do, but I can’t look back to see Todd because of the way Shawn’s scruffing me.
Behind us, I hear Todd bugling and pawing the ground, the earth vibrating under my feet.
So when Shawn releases me and slaps my ass, hard, I don’t hesitate.
I run.
I see markers, things—nothing’s computing except the need to RUN, to run until Todd catches me, to run until he’s fucking me, to run so no one else catches me because if anyone catches me besides Todd…
I’m terrified of what will happen. My father will kill me. People will kill me.
Todd is the only safety I have. I know Jax is somewhere behind us because I hear his howls. I run, try to flee to whatever safety I might find, but Shawn keeps slamming into me, biting at me, so I run to escape him, too.
I run.
I run.
Desperation fills me, because my body wants to get fucked—needs it—but ripping my consciousness apart is that desperation for it to only be Todd.
No one else.
And if I don’t run, it can’t be Todd.
I hear his hooves behind us, thundering, the sound of his snorts and his bugles, and I pray he can overtake Shawn, get him off me, get him away from me.
