Chapter 14

FOURTEEN

CARVER

" L ook how beautiful she is on her hands and knees. She should be riding my cock, not that filthy ax."

"She'll take both," I muttered under my breath. She wouldn't have heard me talking to myself anyway. She wastoo busy trying to work herself onto the handle of my ax.

My wolf had woken up because of this woman. My plan worked—then it backfired. Now, I was torn down the middle. A part of me wanted to make her hurt for taking Case from me. The other side wanted to make her mine and never let her go.

She was so painfully beautiful and stupidly brave. Here was this sheltered rabbit shifter, who probably never wandered more than a few miles from her burrow her whole life, playing every shit hand the universe was throwing at her tonight.

I wanted her so fucking bad it hurt. It hurt almost as much as the thought of never seeing my brother again.

Without tearing my glare from her, I took the bottle of whiskey and knocked back a mouthful. The liquid tasted bitter this time, making me hiss as I gritted, "Lift my shirt up. I want to see you take it inside you."

She hesitated, her chin lifting as if waiting for me to change my mind. To tell her we could do this gently on the bed and that all she had to do was lay back, close her eyes, and wait for it to be over.

Too bad.

I wasn't going to make this easy for her.

I'd make her crawl for me. I'd make her body burn red with shame as I forced her to ride the weapon she'd used to rob me of my twin.

When it was clear I wouldn't be showing her any mercy, she drew in a breath and lifted my flannel to expose her plump round ass.

"Mount her. Rut her. Breed her."

"Shift into your half-form," I growled loud enough to make her jump, though that wasn't my intention. I was trying to drown out the voice in my head.

Her cheeks blazed with a delicious blush. "Why?"

"I've seen your ears. I want to see your tail, too."

The hate banked behind her eyes was so sharp I resisted the urge to flinch. Which had me smiling. "Go on, be a good little bun and obey your alpha."

"But you're not the pack alpha."

"Tonight, I'm your alpha."

At that, a fresh wave of sweet bunny pheromones flooded the air. Oh, she liked that.

On the next beat, she was shifting just enough for her floppy pierced bunny ears to push out from her dark locks, and a fluffy round tail appeared over the cleft of her ass cheeks.

"Now you're just torturing both of us."

Maybe. Maybe Ruth wasn't the only one I was punishing.

She reached behind her, her slender fingers curling around the shaft of the ax to line it up with her pussy.

"Those fingers should be wrapped around my shaft."

I placed the bottle back on the dresser, slamming it down a little too hard. Shit wasn't working anyway. I was all too sober.

The only thing I felt drunk on was my need to make this rabbit shifter scream and moan and gush for me.

I strode behind her to get a better view. As she sank the first inch of the ax inside her, her labia spread around the polished wood.

"That's a good girl. Your pussy lips look so good pursed around my ax. They'll look even better wrapped around my cock."

Any other woman would need lubricant to ride the tool, but female bunny shifters were supposed to produce extra slick juices, especially during heat cycles. A thick cream was already building, making it easier for her to take.

When she had a good few inches inside her, she stopped.

"You're not done," I growled down at her. "You can fit more."

"I–I can't…" she panted, peeking up at me over her shoulder.

"Well, then we're going to have a problem because my beast's cock is a lot bigger than that ax handle."

"But—"

"What happened to taking whatever I give you?" I asked, repeating her words in a mocking tone and snickering as her arms started to shake.

"That's not what I'm talking about," she snapped.

She craned her neck as far as she could to eye the wood penetrating her. Following her line of sight, I realized what she was talking about. She'd stopped short of where Casey's blood crusted the polished handle.

With a dark chuckle, I fell to my knees behind her and smacked her blood-splattered ass, enjoying the way the cotton-ball-like tail quivered. "You're already covered in Casey's blood. What's a little more?"

I expected her to be horrified by the notion of my dead brother's blood inside her. What threw me was how much wetter she'd gotten. Beads of arousal trailed down the handle, coating the ax head.

There was a part of her that was into this.

She gasped when I pinched her tail and tugged—guiding her back so the ax sunk deeper inside her. Her gasping melted into a string of moans and grunts. "Oh, fuck. This is so wrong."

I chuckled, my hand slipping from her tail to rub her ass cheek. "I'm going to have so much fun with you, Twisted Bunny."

Ruth's muscles tensed under my palm, but she leaned into my touch, pushing more of the handle inside her. When it was half inside her, she started to shake. "Th–there. That's as far as it will go."

"Good. Now fuck it."

Her intake of breath turned to a whimper. She pulled herself off the ax but didn't slide herself back down as if she was letting me appreciate just how wet she'd left the wood.

"That should be my shaft covered in her cream."

I had to fight my beast for supremacy. It wanted to shift, but she wasn't ready. It was too early in the night to break her just yet.

She wiggled her ass, giving her tail a little bounce. Teasing me.

A primal noise slipped from me, and I didn't miss the way her pale flesh pebbled with goosebumps. I gripped her soft tail again and tugged, guiding her back down on the ax.

Ruth hips writhed as she finally gave into the pleasure, her head tilting back as an animalistic noise wrenched from her throat. "P–please. Fuck me. Mark me."

"She begs so sweetly. Let me out. Let me claim my mate."

She glanced back at me, her heated expression full of need. For a moment, I allowed myself to pretend she wanted me— really wanted me. But beneath her seductive look, I saw her gears turning. Sure, she was in heat. But her every moan, her every word, was calculated.

"Please, alpha," she said with a purr. "Make me yours."

"Mine. Mine. Mine."

Shit. If I weren't careful, my beast would get attached. It didn't understand that she didn't really want to mate with a werewolf. All she wanted was to survive. After tonight, our bond would be a burden. She'd never be welcomed back in a burrow again. Her kind would shun her.

And it wouldn't matter how far apart we were. With my mark, Ruth would always feel me. The ghost of my touch would forever haunt her. She'd never feel pleasure again without thinking of me.

I gripped her by the hips and pulled her loose from the ax handle with a rousing pop . Before she could pick herself back up, I crawled on top of her and crushed her body to the floor beneath my weight. I took hold of both her ears and pulled, forcing her head up.

"You can beg and moan and bat your eyelashes all you want…" My free hand palmed her ass hard enough to squeeze a whimper from her. "I know that you're a murderous little whore."

"Fuck you," she huffed. She thrashed beneath me and tried to wiggle free even as the pheromones grew stronger.

"There's my ruthless bunny. I like you better when you struggle." I eased off her, giving her enough room to wiggle away. She took the cue and shot from under me. The bunny knew she needed me to survive but instincts to run kicked in before she could remind herself of her plan.

I slowly rose to my feet, laughing as I watched her dart from my bedroom.

The monster under my skin flexed as a fresh wave of her sweet scent washed over me. A savage smile split my lips as I charged after her. "Run all you'd like, Ruthless. I'll catch you. And when I do, I'm going to eat you."