Something told me the silver wolf could’ve taught a master class in pleasurable pain.
My fingers plunged deep inside me, the friction making my toes curl and my back arch off the mattress.
My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping. I fell limp onto the wolf’s pillows. Bitter shame washed over me as the afterglow fizzled, leaving me feeling small and pitiful in my enemy’s bed.
I’d finger fucked myself to the memory of a mated male… a monster who’d killed my cousin and who knows how many other innocents.
His death should have made me happy.
I shouldn’t have been touching myself to the thought of him. And I sure as shit shouldn’t have been aching for him in a way that no amount of masturbation would alleviate.
NINE
CARVER
“Find her. Hunt her down. Don’t let her get away.”
My fists tightened on my steering wheel, my knuckles cracking and turning white.
My entire life, my wolf had never spoken to me. Now it wouldn’t shut up. That rebellious bunny had awoken a primal hunger within me. It wanted her. It chose her.
“She’s our mate.”
“Why her?” The monster inside me could have heard me even if I hadn’t spoken out loud, but verbal responses felt better since I’d gone three decades without it responding to a single thought.
“Because she’s perfect.”
“She’s not fucking perfect.” I was squeezing my truck’s steering wheel so tightly now it groaned, threatening to break under my strength. “She’s a rabbit shifter. Prey! Food! Our kind don’t mate hers. She wouldn’t survive it anyway.”
“With the way her cunt dripped at our touch? She was made for us.”
It went on about how Ruth was our mate and how I needed to let it out so it could track her down. I flipped on the stereo and cranked the volume up to drown out the voice in my head. Motörhead’s “In the Name of Tragedy” filled the cab.
Catching the hint, it fell silent, and once again, my head felt like my own. But its words still bounced around in my skull.
Even if the rabbit shifter was my mate, it didn’t matter. Even if she survived the coupling, my pack would see our bond as an abomination. They’d kill us both.
My wolf knew that, and it didn’t care. It filled my head with the dark and disturbing things it wanted to do with her, consequences be damned.
Images of Ruth’s naked body filled my head. Bent over in front of me, with her fluffy bunny tail quivering, my hands clenched around the base of her bunny ears as I shifted into my wolf form and forced her to take my knot.
My foot slammed on the brakes when a hulking shadow burst onto the road, a mass of muscle and fur bolting in front of my truck. The black wolf’s eyes glowed in my headlights.
“Lila, what the hell?” Shifting the truck into park, I flung my door open and ran to my brother’s mate. “You’re not supposed to leave the woods in that form. What if a human drives past?”
I knew something was wrong as she shifted into her human form, her naked body stumbling toward me with her arms wrapped protectively around her belly. Her eyes were swollen with tears. In all the years I’d known Lila, I’d never seen her cry before.
“What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”
It wasn’t until her shivering form was in my arms that I realized she was covered in blood. A cold realization sunk in. It wasn’t bunny blood… It was werewolf blood, and the scent was hauntingly familiar.
Lila was soaked in Casey’s blood.
I took her by the shoulders and held her away from me to pin her with a wild look. “Where is Casey? What’s happened?”
“We—” She visibly swallowed. “We found both of the female sacrifices.”
My heart sank like a hot coal to the pit of my gut. “The girl with the purple streak in her hair, is she still alive?”
