“She’ll take both,” I muttered under my breath. She wouldn’t have heard me talking to myself anyway. She wastoo busy trying to work herself onto the handle of my ax.
My wolf had woken up because of this woman. My plan worked—then it backfired. Now, I was torn down the middle. A part of me wanted to make her hurt for taking Case from me. The other side wanted to make her mine and never let her go.
She was so painfully beautiful and stupidly brave. Here was this sheltered rabbit shifter, who probably never wandered more than a few miles from her burrow her whole life, playing every shit hand the universe was throwing at her tonight.
I wanted her so fucking bad it hurt. It hurt almost as much as the thought of never seeing my brother again.
Without tearing my glare from her, I took the bottle of whiskey and knocked back a mouthful. The liquid tasted bitter this time, making me hiss as I gritted, “Lift my shirt up. I want to see you take it inside you.”
She hesitated, her chin lifting as if waiting for me to change my mind. To tell her we could do this gently on the bed and that all she had to do was lay back, close her eyes, and wait for it to be over.
Too bad.
I wasn’t going to make this easy for her.
I’d make her crawl for me. I’d make her body burn red with shame as I forced her to ride the weapon she’d used to rob me of my twin.
When it was clear I wouldn’t be showing her any mercy, she drew in a breath and lifted my flannel to expose her plump round ass.
“Mount her. Rut her. Breed her.”
“Shift into your half-form,” I growled loud enough to make her jump, though that wasn’t my intention. I was trying to drown out the voice in my head.
Her cheeks blazed with a delicious blush. “Why?”
“I’ve seen your ears. I want to see your tail, too.”
The hate banked behind her eyes was so sharp I resisted the urge to flinch. Which had me smiling. “Go on, be a good little bun and obey your alpha.”
“But you’re not the pack alpha.”
“Tonight, I’m your alpha.”
At that, a fresh wave of sweet bunny pheromones flooded the air. Oh, shelikedthat.
On the next beat, she was shifting just enough for her floppy pierced bunny ears to push out from her dark locks, and a fluffy round tail appeared over the cleft of her ass cheeks.
“Now you’re just torturing both of us.”
Maybe. Maybe Ruth wasn’t the only one I was punishing.
She reached behind her, her slender fingers curling around the shaft of the ax to line it up with her pussy.
“Those fingers should be wrapped aroundmyshaft.”
I placed the bottle back on the dresser, slamming it down a little too hard. Shit wasn’t working anyway. I was all too sober.
The only thing I felt drunk on was my need to make this rabbit shifter scream and moan and gush for me.
I strode behind her to get a better view. As she sank the first inch of the ax inside her, her labia spread around the polished wood.
“That’s a good girl. Your pussy lips look so good pursed around my ax. They’ll look even better wrapped around my cock.”
Any other woman would need lubricant to ride the tool, but female bunny shifters were supposed to produce extra slick juices, especially during heat cycles. A thick cream was already building, making it easier for her to take.
When she had a good few inches inside her, she stopped.
“You’re not done,” I growled down at her. “You can fit more.”
