Trapped

Eluna was in control and she didn't seem to have any interest in returning my body to me. I watched in horror as she moved forward in my body, moving her hands to Greyson's chest.

"Touch me," she whispered softly.

I watched as Greyson's eyes narrowed and he leaned down, running his nose on my throat and Eluna let out a soft whimper in pleasure. I wondered if this was how Eluna felt behind my eyes, feeling so powerless and out of control. I wanted to feel sympathy for her but this was going too far. She was using my body to get off with my mates. Jaxon stepped forward, his face awash with concern and uncertainty.

Could he know...?

Suddenly, Greyson's hand was around my throat and a flash of red flooded the "room" I was in and I cried out in panic. Greyson's eyes narrowed in on me--no, Eluna--and I felt myself relax when I realized that Greyson had noticed that it wasn't me.

But what could he do?

I could tell that his hand was barely squeezing and I could see that while he was upse