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What was it about the human girl that got under my skin? She reminded me of a scared rabbit most of the time. One look from me and fear flared in her eyes.

I'd noticed she was a lot less terrified of Cole and Silas, which made sense seeing as how they were mostly all sweet and nice, unlike me.

Nobody had ever made the mistake of calling me nice.

The idiots I chased down and tortured definitely didn't think I was nice.

Not being nice was kind of my brand.

I liked not being nice.

In fact, I positively thrived on not being nice.

So why did it kill me a little inside when Eva cringed away from me?

I had no clue.

What I did like, however, was the scent of her fear, and more specifically, her arousal. That got me all worked up and my cock was currently fucking furious with me for walking away from my little rabbit.

I collapsed on my bed and closed my eyes, ignoring my cock for the moment. Shifting and going for a run was tempting, but if the human was still up, she'd be curious. And as any good girl knew, curiosity killed the cat.

Neither Silas nor Cole had told her what we were yet, which didn't surprise me. No doubt they were worried she'd take fright and run away from the big, bad wolves.

I smiled. Something about that scenario was undeniably tempting. My imagination pictured her running through the forest dressed only in a thin shirt, legs bare and long hair cascading down her back.

The thought of catching her, pushing her to the ground, wrapping her hair around my fist and forcing my cock into her tight little pussy had my cock dripping. Fuck. There was no way this boner was disappearing.

After shoving my shorts down to free my now painfully hard cock, I gripped the shaft and groaned under my breath. It had been a while since I fucked anyone, and my balls were tight and heavy.

I closed my eyes and conjured up an image of my little rabbit when I stumbled on her that night in the kitchen.

The way she trembled when I stroked her soft, pale skin was adorable.

All the cute little noises she made as she bit her plump lip.

And the delicious perfume of her arousal.

I jerked my cock hard enough to cause serious pain, but it wasn't enough to quench the lust running through my veins. My abs tightened and my balls drew up. Fuck, I could feel her hands on me. Her touch was so light and tentative, as if she had no clue what she was doing.

The memory of her fingers tracing a path down to my dick had it throbbing in my hand. I gripped tighter, tugged it harder, lost in a fantasy where I forced my little rabbit on to her knees and fucked her delicate little throat.

I came so hard I bit my lip, trying to stay silent. The metallic taste in my mouth served as a useful distraction from the mess coating my chest and abs. At least now my dick wasn't quite so painful, although it was still semi-hard, so the problem hadn't entirely gone away.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that wouldn't happen until I fucked my little human into oblivion.