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then shoves inside me. Despite everything I’m wet, and he’s balls-deep in less than a second. He gives a long, guttural grunt, but he doesn’t stop sucking.
    It still hurts down there. He’s torn me open with that huge dick of his, and I don’t think I’m supposed to take anything that big inside me. I don’t know what’s worse, the raw scrape between my legs or the bruising kisses on my neck. I feel so powerless, but I feel something else too: passion. His chest rubs against my breasts as he works in and out of me, and soon I’m actually feeling that ache in my belly. Without meaning to, I arch up to meet him, but I’m greeted with another flash of pain. Axel goes nuts. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, and he works me hard against his cock. He moans with every breath, every push, and when he comes, finally, he gives a cry that sounds like surrender. Or victory.
    Breathing hard, he sits up and pushes the hair away from my neck. He inspects his work and bends to add another bite.
    I can’t stop crying. The whole town will know what I let him do. How can I face anyone after this?
    Finally he stops, a look of deep satisfaction on his face. He climbs off me and gets to his feet.
    “Why?” My life is over now. No one will believe it when I say I didn’t invite him in. Once they know about Melody, they’ll think as they please.
    He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. His seed leaks from me and drips down my leg.
    “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get your things.”
    Get my things? What things? Why?
    “It’s part of our code,” he says. “I got first pick, first-night rights, but after this you’re part of the town, and the town’s our property now. Everyone gets a share of that.”
    I choke on my own air. “You—you mean all those men…”
    He jerks his head in a nod. “Twenty men out there and each one of them taking his turn on you.”
    “You bastard!” I haul back to punch him, but he catches my wrist.
    With the other hand he brushes my hair back and caresses that place on my neck. “But you’re mine now. I tagged you. When we get to the others, I’ll claim you formally, show them my mark. They can’t touch you once I’ve marked you as mine.”
    This is barbaric. Just three years ago I was riding in an airplane.
    “Unless you want twenty men between your thighs.”
    Horror seals my lips shut, and I shake my head. I’m actually dizzy and I wonder for a moment if I’m going to do a face plant.  
    Still gripping my wrist, he hauls me up the stairs. He enters the bathroom where there is a five-gallon chest of water waiting. He points to the side of the tub. “Sit. Spread your legs.”
    I am getting so tired of being ordered around. “You cannot possibly want to do it again.”
    He flashes me a smile, and his teeth are white, perfect. “I always want it. Sit.”
    I am in hell. I perch on the end of the tub and spread my legs. Maybe I can find a knife somewhere and stab him in the neck.
    He takes a cloth from the counter and moistens it with water from the spout. I’m forced to remain still as he proceeds to clean away the layers of blood and cum between my legs. When he’s satisfied with his efforts, he tosses the cloth in the sink.
    “Now me,” he says.
    I swear there’s a twinkle in his eye. Grudgingly, I get to my feet and reach for the cloth.
    “Not with that,” he says. He indicates with a nod that I’m to drop it. “With your tongue.”
    My mouth sags open. Is this guy for real, or is he a demon straight from hell?   “I am not going to put my mouth on your…on that thing!”
    “You’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Now get on your knees and get to work.”
    Still I hesitate until he gets up, bends me over the corner of the sink, and issues a series of sharp, painful slaps to my backside.
    Trembling and humiliated, I get to my knees.
    “The balls.” His voice is guttural.
    I lift his cock, which is only halfway erect, and I catch the musky scent of him. I press