Chapter 16

SIXTEEN

CARVER

M y little bunny's pussy was so wet, she was making a mess all over my cock.

Fuck. Everything from her smell to the kiss of her bare skin against mine was intoxicating. And she was so tight. Yet she stretched to take me with ease.

"Like she was made for us."

It took all my strength to keep the monster inside me locked in tight. It wanted out. Soon, I wouldn't be strong enough to keep it bridled. The deal was to give her my mark, and I'd need to shift to do that.

Not yet. My instincts would shove into the driver's seat the moment I shapeshifted. I wanted complete control over her in all my forms. I'd enjoy breaking and owning her pieces as a human and as a monster.

Primal instincts battled for supremacy, demanding I fill her with every drop of cum I had to give.

"Mark her. Breed her. Make her mine."

I gritted my teeth so hard that a splitting sensation shot through my skull. Being the demented fuck that I was, the pain made my dick swell—the perfect chaser to her inner walls clamping around me, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my balls.

She held onto me for dear life, her whole body shaking as I pulled out as suddenly as I'd filled her. An adorable whimper dropped her lips at the loss of me, and she arched her back off the fridge, her hips chasing me as I drew back.

"You love torturing me, don't you?" Her voice came out raspy under the layers of lust. "You fucking sadist."

"Sadomasochist," I corrected her with a dark smile. "I'm torturing us both."

"So long as you're in pain, too."

"Oh, you have no idea." Before she could respond, I pushed back into her. "I want to own every drop of you. Your blood. Your cum. Your piss. Your tears. I want to drown myself in you so I don't have to think about how incredibly fucked it is that I'm inside you."

Her eyes widened to the size of plates, and her pierced bunny ears twitched with every thrust I made. I was so attentive to her every move thatI'd swear I'd be able to count every strand of hair that took flight in a breeze. I'd count every heartbeat from here to the world's end if it wouldn't drive me to insanity.

Everything about her held all my senses prisoner.

She wasn't supposed to be doing this to me.

I was supposed to be making her pay for Casey's death. Making her my prey.

Instead…I was becoming hers.

"This is my first heat of spring. I–I can't wait another fucking second. Fuck me." Desperation laced her pleas. Her fingers flexed, sharp nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave little crescents. I froze again, this time inside her.

Ruth cried out in frustration and fought me like the little brat she was. "Please!"

I gave a shake of my head and tutted as if I were admonishing a naughty pet. "Please, what? "

"Please. Alpha. "

Maybe it would have been my name she'd moaned on her lips instead of "Alpha," but it occurred to me that I hadn't given her my name yet. Had that been intentional? Perhaps a subconscious move on my part to keep a certain amount of distance between me and the girl I'd never see again come morning? A funny thought, considering I was sheathed inside her pussy.

In a way, I was glad I hadn't given her my name. I'd already told her I wasn't alpha or even beta; I was just some outcast loner of the pack.

She didn't seem to care. She needed my scent to buy her way out of the woods safely, so tonight, I was her alpha. And hearing her moan that title like it was the tastiest thing she ever had in her mouth had my heart aching.

Suddenly, I was all too aware of Casey's lifeless eyes burning into my back.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Something almost akin to concern etched Ruth's features. The pang in my chest grew at her expression. She was beautiful, even wearing a glare, but when she looked at me like this? Like she actually wanted me?

It was fucking breathtaking.

And I couldn't take it.

It was a lie.

"Stop looking at me like that," I snarled.

"Like what? I?—"

Before she could finish her sentence, my hand was around her windpipe.

"Damn. I love all your piercings, but I think my favorite piece of jewelry is my hand around your throat."

I expected her to fight back because that's what she did. That's all I knew her for. That's why I'd nicknamed her Ruthless. But she didn't struggle. Her pussy grew hotter. I felt a whimper catch in her throat beneath my palm—one of pleasure—and her legs tightened around my waist, drawing me deeper inside her.

I released a low shuddering groan as I fed her every inch I had to give in this form and leaned back just enough to take in the way she looked, pierced on my cock.

Her body was perfect. Smooth and tight, with soft curves begging to be mapped and memorized. The list of filthy things I wanted to do with her was so damn long, eternity wouldn't be enough to ruin her.

And all I had was a single goddamn night.

My train of thought started to trail in a concerning direction. I wanted her for more than a night. Because how in the hell was my wolf ever going to let her go once she had our mark?

But she couldn't stay here.

What choice did that leave me? Was I to follow her? Leave my home and pack? Leave Lila with my unborn nephew? For what? For a female bunny rabbit who only wanted my mark so she could live to see another day.

That's all this was. Survival.

My hand tightened around her throat, firm and hard, just like the strokes of my hips, as I started to punch into her again, invading her slowly, painfully, just like she was doing to me.

I'd fucked my share of unmated females in the pack. It was never serious, just meaningless ruts to pass the time and fill the lonely hours. Plus, every time my brother caught wind of it, he'd get off my back about finding a mate in hopes that the latest piece of tail would stick.

None of those past ruts had affected me like this. None of them had made me feel this fucking good.

"Because she's our mate."

I shook my head, losing myself in the pools of her eyes. "What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing to me, Ruthless?"

She laughed, but there was no humor to it—it was sharp and hysterical. "What am I doing to you ? What are you doing to me? "

"Screwing your brains out," I huffed.

"No." Her face became stained with a bright red blush. "You're looking at me like a psychopath who plans to chop me up into little pieces after you're done nailing me."

I couldn't hold back a laugh. It must have rattled her from the inside because her face contorted with pleasure and frustration.

"That's rich, seeing as I'm not the one who's killed anyone with an ax tonight."

"Fuck you."

"That's all you got? No other bratty mouthed retorts?"

Her mouth opened, probably ready to fire off another snarky remark. I didn't give her the chance. My hips slammed into her, crushing her against the fridge. "I'm going to fuck you so deep, you're going to taste me, Little Bunny."

Hatred blazed behind her eyes, mixed with something brighter. Something that scared me more than her hating me ever could.

I released my grip on her throat, my hand dropping to her chest, ripping the flannel shirt open and sending buttons flying. I palmed her breast and plucked roughly at the loop adorning her nipple.

Her spine bowed against the refrigerator door in response, a smattering of goosebumps appearing on her exposed chest. I imagined what they'd feel like against my tongue, and before my brain could process what I was doing, I was arching down to take her nipple in my mouth and tongue her piercing.

My attention pinged up to watch her mouth flex with a silent moan. If I weren't already penetrating her, I'd stick my cock in that perfectly rounded "O" shape her plush lips formed.

Would she be gentle with it? Would she take her time? Would she cup my balls in her hand while her tongue traced the veins?

I wanted to explore and claim every orifice she had. I wanted to see my cum dripping from her every hole.

A dark thought fell over my mind like a storm cloud. Would I cum in her cunt? She was in heat, so it was possible she could become pregnant. A bunny shifter's chances were high.

She hadn't mentioned anything about protection. Then again, it wasn't exactly common knowledge that bunnies and wolves could breed.

For the longest time, we'd thought it wasn't possible. Then all that shit between the old alpha—Lars' father—and that one sacrifice went down.

Poor girl had been hunted down, but she hadn't been killed. Certain wolves liked playing with their food more than others.

There was no question after that.

The sacrifice had been put down before she could give birth, so there was no telling what the child would have been. Bunny, werewolf or something in between.

All the more reason not to cum inside Ruth.

Not that my wolf would listen to reason. It had every intention of breeding her and didn't care that she was a bunny or that whatever child I put in her belly would be seen as an abomination in the eyes of every bunny burrow and wolfpack in the country.

The only thing it cared about was filling her womb.

"And you're going to let me do it too. You already made the deal with her to give her our mark. That means you have to let me out."

I didn't want to impregnate my brother's killer. But the monster inside me did… And I'd be powerless to stop it.

The dilemma had me pumping into her harder and chasing the pleasure to bury the rage building in my blood. I wasn't supposed to care about her. I was supposed to rut her hard, let my wolf do whatever he wanted with her, and throw her out in the morning.

Conflict, lust, and lingering grief from Casey's death had my brain short-circuiting. I buried myself in the moment, focusing on her and the feel of her hot cunt fluttering around my cock with every thrust.

Her lashes fluttered as I fucked into her, and sweet little mewls tumbled from her lips, making for the perfect distraction from the mire of my dark thoughts.

She was so sexy. So pissed off. So fucking turned on. It was a perfect cocktail that had me driving into her faster.

Those hate-filled eyes would set me on fire if they had the power. My ruthless bunny would turn me to ash given the chance, even as she begged for my mark, our bodies connected in no way a wolf and a bunny should ever be connected.

"Keep looking at me like that, and you're going to regret it," I snarled, my tone harsher than I expected. Guttural. Hungry. My beast was dangerously close to taking over, lurking beneath my surface.

I felt her sharp intake of breath down to the tip of my dick. "H–how am I looking at you?"

"Like you're a thirsty little cum slut with a chip on your shoulder."

My words created a visceral reaction inside her, and I could feel it. Her body was burning up around my cock, growing slicker.

As her arousal spiked, so did the hatred behind her eyes.

I wondered if she was thinking of all the ways she wanted to kill me. If my mating mark weren't a sure-fire way to sneak out of pack territory undetected, she'd probably take my ax to me.

My eyes locked onto the dark red flecks still smattering her face. Casey's blood.

I painted one slow stroke of my tongue from her temple to the corner of her mouth, tasting Ruth's salty sweat and the metallic zing of my brother's blood in one forbidden lick.

She turned her head to catch my lips, and the kiss sparked something to life, something primal that I couldn't shake, settling at the base of my brain.

The beast's guttural timbre from the dark of my mind spoke, his voice absolute like God speaking to me from the heavens.

"Breed her."