Chapter 27

TWENTY-SEVEN

RUTH

U gh. The mouth of this werewolf. With just a few dirty words and a look, my pussy was dripping. Something told me he'd be able to do that even when I wasn't in heat.

Fuck. Me.

I needed him. What was more, I wanted to need him.

When he said it was Casey who killed Sarah, I believed him. I could feel him telling the truth through our bond. I could feel almost everything. His guilt for what happened to my sister, even if he wasn't directly involved in her death. His concern for my safety, being out here in the open while his pack searched for me. The strongest emotion coming from the bond, however, was his hunger for me. It nearly drowned out everything else.

It was nearly impossible to hate him when I knew just how apologetic he was. All my fury dissolved like smoke, leaving this hollow sensation in my chest. He was right; I'd gotten my revenge, and I hadn't even known it.

I sure as shit hadn't enjoyed it. I felt robbed.

My mouth went dry, my body shaking. I needed to distract myself, to fill this emptiness inside me… And what better way to do that than with Carver?

I reached out, my fingers curling around his massive cock. I loved how my fingers couldn't fully encircle his girth and how the texture of veins felt against my skin.

My gaze flicked up to meet his, and I sucked in a gasp at the way he regarded me, like a hungry animal ready to pounce on his prey.

I shivered, relishing that feral look in his eyes, knowing I was the one thing that stoked that fire inside him. I brought out the monster in him.

"If I take you right now, I won't stop myself from coming inside you. I will knot and breed you." His warning came out rough and guttural, sinking straight between my thighs.

I didn't know what he meant by "knot" but the word alone had my body burning with curiosity.

"Just fuck me already."

The pain, the pure need ravaging my body, was evident in my rasp. Fuck, I was practically begging him for it. And I would if he told me to. I'd do just about anything to abate the ache in my core.

"Run. Try to get away."

I couldn't stop myself from mirroring his wicked grin. I don't think I could ever get tired of this dark game of predator and prey.

I turned around and knew just how impatient he was to bury himself inside me, as he didn't let me get more than a few steps away before taking me down to the ground. I flailed helplessly, my nails clawing pathetically into the dirt.

The monster's brutal laugh sounded overhead, taunting at my faux attempts of escape.

Carver's shadow covered me first, and on the next pound of my heart, his muscular body draped over mine, dwarfing my tiny frame.

He rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks, the pre-cum leaking from his tip and allowing him toslide smoothly and easily over my flesh.

His hand pressed against the back of my head—gods, my skull was so small in his palm—and shoved my face into the dirt.

"Play dead, Little Bunny," he demanded with a soft growl that felt gentle and rough at the same time. His hot breath spilled over the back of my neck, and goosebumps prickled like sandpaper across my skin.

I twisted my head against the forest floor as best I could to peer up at him through his spread fingers. Had I heard him correctly? "Um, what?"

"You fucking heard me." His jowls curled back to reveal needle-sharp canines covered in copious amounts of saliva. "I caught my prey. Now, I feel like rutting it. I want to fuck your pretty little corpse. Play. Dead."

Every sinew in my body went tight, his dark demand making my skin crawl with horror and my pussy pulse and ache with mind-numbing need. Maybe I was right, the wall between wolf and man was blurring. They were growing closer as their personalities started to bleed together because this dirty little game could only come from the twisted mind of the man who'd told me to fuck the ax I'd killed his brother with yesterday.

Taking a breath, I steeled my nerves, shed the last remnants of my inhibitions, and went limp beneath him.