Chapter 20

TWENTY

RUTH

T he silver wolf's body heat enveloped me like a fever. He arched over me, his tongue lapping up a drop of sweat. A hum rumbled from his chest as if pleased by the taste.

"I'm going to come inside you, Mate." His tone took a dark bend. "Every drop I have to give, you'll take until you think you can't hold any more. I'm going to come until you're swollen with me."

My face torched at his words.

"You're not to spill a drop. Understand?"

I nodded, and he purred in approval. "Good bunny."

My breath hitched as the head of his cock slid through my folds, teasing the sensitive nub of my clit. He pulled away, and a thick string of pre-cum trailed from his slit to mine. He found my entrance again and pushed inside, achingly slowly, talking to me in that husky voice while he fed himself to me one inch at a time.

"So big…" I moaned, and he groaned as I clenched around him.

He thrust his hips, shoving the rest of him inside me with one sharp motion. My arms banded around his shoulders, and my fingers spread over his coat to feel his muscles flex as he started to pump into me.

"My new mate takes me so well." His paw trailed up my stomach to palm my breast, his heavy brow contorting with pleasure. "Such tender insides."

This time, when he referred to me as his mate, I didn't correct him. I liked how the word sounded in his mouth. It sunk straight through me to settle at the place where we were connected.

He eased out, pulling another moan from me with the motion and hovered there with just the tip inside as he stared down at me with those heavy eyes. They were practically glowing now, a pale blue and flame-hot.

As I drowned in his gaze, a question that had been burning in the back of my brain bubbled to the surface. "Why me?"

He looked at me like it was a silly question. But I knew he understood what I was asking.

"You are a rabbit shifter. The moment you stepped into these woods, you were on pack territory. I couldn't stand the thought of my brothers and sisters tasting you first."

"Your brothers and sisters wouldn't want me for a mate, though. They'd just kill me."

He nuzzled the tip of his wet snout to my nose. "Yes, and what a waste that would be."

"You don't care that I killed your brother?"

"You took a family member from me." He growled again but I could almost hear the smile in it. His hand trailed down my body to rest on my stomach. "You can repay me by giving me another."

Unlike his human side, the wolf had no intention of letting me go after he gave me his mark. The panic from that knowledge devolved into something more primal. "But your pack?—"

"I will leave the pack."

"With me?"

"Who else?"

"And what would we do? Get an apartment together? Get jobs? What would a life together even look like?"

It was a ridiculous thought, spending our lives together. A few minutes ago, the idea of seeing this man after tonight made my stomach churn. But he was different now, gentle yet possessive of me. Like all the fairytales of fated mates from books I'd read. Too bad this personality was caged inside an asshole.

"The details aren't important, Little One. All that matters is that we're together in a place where we will be safe to raise our cub."

I squirmed beneath his palm, which was unnaturally heavy on top of me, and he crushed me into the mattress. "Even if you could convince your human side to leave these woods with me, we're different species. You can't breed me. There won't be a cub."

His tongue moved along my jaw, then my throat and traced my collarbone, and I reveled in the texture of the hot, wet muscle. He's stopped pumping into me—and started licking me. It was weirdly sweet and adoring. Like he was trying to comfort me.

Eventually, he drew back to level me with a look that sent a chill up my spine. "You have it wrong. I can breed you."

"How do you know that?"

"I've seen it done before."

A pang pulled under my gut, making my stomach clench beneath his touch. "What do you mean?"

"A sacrifice from many years ago carried our last alpha's babe to full term."

The pang in my gut turned sharp and burrowed down to my marrow. "That's a lie. Every sacrifice my burrow has sent your pack you've killed and used their blood to sate your Hunger."

"One lived… For a time. She was hunted down by the old alpha and kept for his pleasure."

"That's deplorable . That poor woman." My tone was rife with distress, and the werewolf tried to lick me again to soothe me, but I cringed away.

I was more aware than ever that he was still inside me, hard as a rock. I hated myself for how much I still wanted him, how much my body craved him. Even after learning that he could impregnate me.

"It is deplorable," he agreed.

"Why didn't you do anything?"

"This was years ago..." The wolf's gaze hardened, turning icy. It was as if more of his human self was shining through and speaking his next words. "I was just a pup and hadn't even had my first shift yet. The pack didn't know the girl was still alive, either. The alpha kept her hidden inside his house. Once she was discovered, my father challenged him. My father died that night."

"I'm sorry..."

To my surprise, the silver wolf laughed, the sound starting in his body and ending up in mine. "Don't be sorry, Little Bunny. I will start a new family with you."

A potent cocktail of confusion, fear, and intrigue coursed through my veins. On the one hand, this male seemed to hate my guts, but as soon as he shifted, his entire demeanor changed.

He didn't want to simply fuck me; he really and truly wanted me to be his mate.

As different as we were, we had one thing in common: we were both at war with ourselves.

Part of me was like his human side. I also saw us as enemies. The other part of me felt like we really, really were meant for each other. Too bad there was no world where both ofus could ever belong together.

I shoved him on his chest, trying to push him off while my pussy clenched and gripped him all the harder.

"What is the matter? You don't want to have my pup?"

"I don't know you. And look at you. You're a werewolf. We're not supposed to be together."

His laugh morphed into an indignant snort. "We are supposed to be together because I have decided you are mine. Nothing else matters."

Nothing else matters.

How could he say that so easily? Like this wasn't a clusterfuck of weird-as-freak circumstances and that we in no way belonged together. Yet he didn't seem to care two rabbit pellets about it.

He gripped the underside of my thigh with one hand while the other held my ankle high in the air, keeping me splayed open. He nudged his hips forward and pushed his cock deeper inside me.

"Tell you what. I'm feeling very generous tonight. I want my mate to be happy. There will be many more nights to come where I can breed this tight little cunt. So, for tonight, I will finish in another hole."

He resumed his rhythm, pumping inside me at a steady pace. His toothy smile turned wicked. "But soon you will take my knot."

"Your… Knot? What's that?" As soon as the question left me, it dawned on me he was referring to the strange bulge at the base of his shaft. "Wait. I can't fit that inside me."

"You can and you will. But not tonight."

The notion of squeezing that inside me should have horrified me, but I was too wet, too caught up inthe moment. Too turned on.

I relaxed back into the bed, and he purred in approval. "That's my good girl."

He dragged his tongue over my face and licked at the seam of my lips. His hips punched forward with a harder stroke than the others before it, and my mouth opened with a gasp. His tongue plunged inside, mimicking the motions of his cock. Fucking my throat and my pussy in perfect synchronicity.

He released his hold on my thigh to press his huge thumb to my clit, taking care to keep the deadly point of his claw away from the sensitive bud. He groaned when I clamped harder around him, my wetness coating the bright red flesh of his shaft in a creamy layer of arousal. The sight of it, plunging inside me again and again was obscene. Filthy. And fucking perfect.

I knew I'd be touching myself to the image again and again on lonely nights.

Pleasure mounted. My hips bucked, and my insides fluttered. An animalistic noise tore from my throat as yet another orgasm ravaged my system.

The wolf thrust inside me, once, twice more. His cock throbbed and heated, and I knew just how dangerously close he'd be behind me.

Would he have made good on his threat? A dark little part of me almost wished I had come after him just to see if he would.

As promised, he pulled out of me with a snarl and fisted his cock. All it took was one more pump—copious amounts of cream coating his fingers as they slid along his shaft—before he unloaded with a roar.

Hot jets of milky cum spurted from his tip, coating my stomach and my breasts, and thick droplets peppered my hair.

Before either of us came down from the afterglow, he shoved back inside my pussy, his savage jaws closing around my throat. I screamed as his teeth punched into the delicate skin, biting me.

Making me his.

Forever.