Chapter Four

Dearil

Ipoint to the shackle around my neck, giving her a cruel smile. My brother glances my way. His eyes are full of battling emotions that I feel but choose to ignore.

Unlike my brother, I’ve never minded the shackle. However, at this moment, I hate it. I wish for nothing more than to tear it off my neck and follow our delicious mate. A part of me was pleased the shackle has kept me from killing more, because I am certain I would. If given free rein, my darker urges would have me feasting on anything and everything. My constant need to hunt, kill, devour is always lurking in my mind, never satisfied.

Yet for the first time, I find that need satiated. I actually feel full, and I haven’t eaten more than a delicious cunt. I lick my lips, wondering if I can taste her again before she goes, perhaps convince her to come back and visit. Or maybe I should hide her away on the estate. Keep her here forever. I think she would love it. She surrendered so beautifully before.

“You, you’re not… Why do you smell like a rabbit shifter?”

Rev says. He sounds as baffled as I feel.

Or is it he who feels confused about it? I don’t care if she is a rabbit or a succubus. All I care is if we can do it again. Yup, it’s him who’s perplexed. He always thinks too much. She is ours, and that’s all we need to know.

“I had one for lunch,”

she says, licking her lips as if savoring it, her sharp teeth peeking out now.

How did I not notice those before? I tilt my head, certain I would have.

I take in the woman anew with this new knowledge. Lithe legs, strong muscles, hidden teeth, devious eyes. She is built for the hunt, just like me. Maybe we can hunt another rabbit shifter together later. Oh, wouldn’t that be fun! I think I’m in love with our mate.

My woman moves closer to me, her delicate hands wrapping around my neck, feeling at the collar. I watch her, enjoying the feel of her hands on me.

“This seems like no problem. You can still come with me,”

she says, nodding.

I am certain I would follow this woman into oblivion, so obviously I will go with her if she asks. Even if I have to tear apart our master and possibly ourselves to do so. She tightens her hand around my neck, and I lick my lips. Is my mate testing me?

The collar heats against my neck, burning for a moment, and I groan, loving the bite of pain. Does she think she can remove it? My mate is adorable. I grab her hips and pull her flush with my body.

She gasps, and the burn from the collar turns into molten lava. I grimace. Fuck, I can feel the magic in the collar trying to keep its grasp inside me. Years and years of its cursed commands built inside my veins. Lights sparkle behind my eyes from the blinding pain. I roar. It flashes, then shatters into starlight and dust, drifting away in the air as she pulls back her hands.

I release her, my hands going to my neck and I… I don’t know how to feel. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to not be constrained. I gape at my brother as a tidal wave of emotions crash back and forth between us: relief, anxiety, terror, elation, desire.

Our emotions fly back and forth as my brother’s collar disappears next. The strongest emotion that resonates between the two of us is our growing urge to claim her again, keep her, take her, mate her. Neither of us moves until she speaks.

“Oh, did you wish to kill whoever put that on you before we left?”

she says, pointing at the door.

She nods at our silence, and Rev moves before me, pulling her into his arms. I growl and move behind her, needing to feel her.

She gasps as she pulls back from Rev’s lips. “We can, but we have to be quick. I was supposed to reap someone about two hours ago. But I got lost, then distracted.”

As if summoned by her words, a man of shimmering light, like a ghostly projection, appears in front of the fireplace. His hair is pulled back in a man bun, and he wears an old, worn band shirt and shorts. Rev and I turn, growls rumbling from our chests at the intruder.

She darts in front of us and whips out her hands, covering—well, partially covering, her hands aren’t that big—both of our cocks at the same time. I would laugh at the ridiculousness of it and the entire situation if my hackles weren’t completely raised. This asshole just got in without either of us noticing.

Kill, Kill, Kill.

Her hand wraps around my cock, and my mind blanks.

“Fuck off, Jay. Mine.”

She lets out a low unearthly sound that has me wanting to fuck her all over again and kneel at her feet.

The man’s eyes grow wide, and he immediately holds out his hands and spins to face away from us.

“Not looking, I swear, Mora”

he says. Mora, I lick my lips. Our mates name sounds as sweet as she tasted.

She releases my dick, and I almost release a whine at the loss of her touch.

“How does a simple job of locating and eliminating one vamp turn into you bringing home two”—the man sniffs the air, then turns, eyes wide in shock—“hellhounds?”

What did he call us? My brother said we were wolf shifters. I shake my head, deciding I don’t much care. I’m more interested in my mate’s endearing protectiveness.

“No looking,”

Mora snaps.

“I have no interest in your men, you know this,”

he says, pointing at her and not even glancing at us. “Now explain.”

Mora shrugs. “I found them, and they fucked me, so now they’re mine.”

My brother and I don matching shit-eating grins at her words.

“I just can’t with you.”

He sighs, rubbing the point between his eyes. “Well, hurry up. No more detours. You have about two hours to get back here for the briefing.”

“How do you guys feel about killing a vampire, then sex in the woods again before a meeting?”

she says with a coy smile, batting her eyelashes.

I grin, showing more teeth than necessary. She just offered me my two favorite things.

“Mora!”

the ghost man snaps.

We all ignore him.

“Hell yes,”

I say as my brother says, “If that’s what you desire, little rabbit.”

“Yay! First to kill him gets to hunt the other.”

Then she dashes through the door.

I am chasing after her in an instant. “Better hurry, brother!”

I shout back, not waiting for him.

I definitely love my little Rabbit.

The End….