Eden’s POVJonas was gone as quickly as he had appeared. One moment he was a heavy, pulsing weight on top of me, and the next, the forest air was cold against my sweat-slicked skin. I lie in the dirt for a heartbeat, my breath coming in jagged hitches, listening to the sound of his retreat. He didn’t look back. He had taken his share, marked me with his name, and left me for the others to find. I was a mess—covered in soil, Jonas's seed, and the sharp scent of the hunt—but I wasn’t done. I forced myself up, my muscles aching, and crawled deeper into a dense cluster of brambles. I had to keep hiding. That was the protocol.The silence of the woods returned. My pussy was throbbing, already sensitised from Jonas’s assault, and the cool air biting at my wet thighs only made the heat inside me burn hotter. I sat in the darkness, my back pressed against a damp rock, waiting for the next set of footsteps. I didn't have to wait long.I heard someone approaching, but the movement was different
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