Gods. His voice was as deep as hell, full of malice and something else I didn’t dare try to parse.
“Look at me! I want my brother’s face to be the last thing you see before you take your last breath.”
Of course.I felt so stupid. This wolf wasn’t back from the dead. “Pro— Protecting my— Myself” was about all I could wheeze in explanation.
“You savaged him! You executed him in front of his pregnant mate. He was going to be a father.”
I tried to scream, but I couldn’t get a sound out past his vice-like fingers. Stars dotted my vision.
I kicked to no avail and clawed at the male’s hands.
He bore down on top of me, his knees pinning my legs to keep them still.A complicated mix of lust and violence carved his expression into something truly savage. I knew his wolf was whispering to him, telling him to claim me just as it had in the woods.
We were born enemies, and yet the universe was playing some kind of sick joke on us.
It was said that when a shifter’s deepest instincts choose a mate for life, there was nothing stronger than that bond.
But bunnies and wolves didn’t belong together. We were doomed from the start.
“You want to know what my beast keeps whispering in my ear, over and over?”
It was like he could see my train of thought on my face.
“It’s telling me to make you mine,” he went on. “The fucker’s been quiet all my damn life, but tonight he won’t shut the fuck up. Maybe I should listen to him.”
My eyes widened, and he laughed. “Maybe I should keep you forever by mounting you on my walls with the rest of my hunting trophies.”
And it was with that diabolic line that the universe decided to deliver the punchline to the sick joke it was playing on us.
Because at that moment, I went into heat.
TWELVE
CARVER
Fuck.
The scent that bloomed from between her thighs was heavenly. She smelled good before, but now the aroma crawled into my nostrils and filled my lungs like a drug.
My wolf went rigid and eerily still for a moment. On the next beat of my heart, it was clawing at my insides, trying to take control.
“Fuuuuck. Smell that sweet, juicy pussy calling to me. Begging me to fill and knot it.”
No. No. No.
I focused all my strength on keeping it together, pushing the monster back down.
This rabbit shifter had to be punished for what she’d taken from me.
Though, the instant I touched her, I knew I couldn’t go through with strangling her. My wolf wouldn’t let me. I was maintaining control, but the idea of killing her this way felt wrong.
Even with that slutty look on her face—her forehead scrunched in pain and ecstasy, her eyes glazing with lust and hatred.
“Poor little thing,” I tutted in mock sympathy. “Your heat cycle is making you enjoy this.”
I kept the cruel expression on my face like a mask. She couldn’t know how much her scent was affecting me.
I’d scented plenty of she-wolves in heat before. This was different.
