“You taste better than I could have ever imagined. If you knew the filthy shit the monster in my head is telling me to do to you?—”
“What’s it saying?”
The male’s twisted smirk sent a shiver through me. “How it’s going to eat your pussy until there’s nothing left.”
I couldn’t hold back a whimper as his hand returned to my center, shoving between my legs and demanding entrance. “Come on, Little Bunny. Let me inside you…”
I swallowed thickly and obeyed, my stance spreading.
My cheeks—no, my entire body—flamed red hot as his index finger painted a soft, lingering stroke over my labia. Slowly, he pressed inside.
“Fuck…” I whispered under my breath, my legs starting to tremble as I spread around his thick index finger.
The wolf’s steel gray eyes flicked up. “Scared?”
I shook my head even though it was a lie.
His smirk stretched wide. “Oh, Ruthless. You act so brave. I know you’re terrified. You should be. I have no idea how I’m going to fit my wolf cock into this tiny little hole without ruining it.”
I hated how well he could read me. Iwasterrified.
Here I was, about to sleep with a werewolf. Bunnies didn’t bang wolves, and it wasn’t just because we were natural enemies. The size difference was too much. Male werewolves were supposed to be huge. Too big for a female bunny shifter to fit,especiallya shifted werewolf.
I talked a big game about being able to take him, but in all honesty, I just didn’t know.
The most fucked up thing about it all was how badly my body burned for him. The size difference only seemed to make me slicker.
I could pretend I needed his mark to safely pass through the woods and that any attraction was only due to the crazy levels of bunny pheromones pumping into my system, scrambling my better judgment.But that would be a lie. There was a part of me that wanted him.
I liked pain, and this male would be sweet torment.
Reaching for the ax on the dresser, I held it up so he could see the blade glinting in the light pouring in through the window, still crusted in his brother’s blood. “I wasn’t afraid of your brother when I chopped him up with this ax. I’m not afraid of you either.”
His arm snapped out, grabbing my throat. This time, though, he wasn’t trying to wring the life from me. He wanted me alive so he could punish me for what I’d taken from him.
Snatching the ax from my grip, he pushed me, and I fell to the floor.
I made a squeak when he threw the ax down, and the blade lodged into the wooden floor between us, precious inches from my bare toes.
My gaze lifted to his. “What the fuck!”
The man lounged against his dresser. The moonlight from the window illuminated his face, the barbed wire tattoo stretching from each sharp edge of his jaw and following his silvery hairline, framing his features in a dark picture of deadly perfection.
His lips split with a diabolical grin as he pointed to the ax handle. “Ride it.”
With the angle of the ax sticking out of the floor, I’d have to get on all fours and back myself onto it. Plus, the wolf blood had dribbled a little down the handle. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m deadly serious, Ruthless. Ride the fucking ax.”
He picked up the pack of Marlboros from his dresser, fished another cigarette out with his teeth, and lit it. His eyes blazed with the reflection of its tip. For a moment, he looked like the devil himself, dishing out my punishment for the murder I’d committed.
“Put on a good show for me, and I just might let my wolf out to claim you.”
FOURTEEN
CARVER
“Look how beautiful she is on her hands and knees. She should be riding my cock, not that filthy ax.”
