”I–I can’t…” she panted, peeking up at me over her shoulder.
“Well, then we’re going to have a problem because my beast’s cock is a lot bigger than that ax handle.”
“But—”
“What happened to taking whatever I give you?” I asked, repeating her words in a mocking tone and snickering as her arms started to shake.
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” she snapped.
She craned her neck as far as she could to eye the wood penetrating her. Following her line of sight, I realized what she was talking about. She’d stopped short of where Casey’s blood crusted the polished handle.
With a dark chuckle, I fell to my knees behind her and smacked her blood-splattered ass, enjoying the way the cotton-ball-like tail quivered. “You’re already covered in Casey’s blood. What’s a little more?”
I expected her to be horrified by the notion of my dead brother’s blood inside her. What threw me was how much wetter she’d gotten. Beads of arousal trailed down the handle, coating the ax head.
There was a part of her that was into this.
She gasped when I pinched her tail and tugged—guiding her back so the ax sunk deeper inside her. Her gasping melted into a string of moans and grunts. “Oh,fuck.This is so wrong.”
I chuckled, my hand slipping from her tail to rub her ass cheek. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, Twisted Bunny.”
Ruth’s muscles tensed under my palm, but she leaned into my touch, pushing more of the handle inside her. When it was half inside her, she started to shake. “Th–there. That’s as far as it will go.”
“Good. Now fuck it.”
Her intake of breath turned to a whimper. She pulled herself off the ax but didn’t slide herself back down as if she was letting me appreciate just how wet she’d left the wood.
“That should bemyshaft covered in her cream.”
I had to fight my beast for supremacy. It wanted to shift, but she wasn’t ready. It was too early in the night to break her just yet.
She wiggled her ass, giving her tail a little bounce.Teasingme.
A primal noise slipped from me, and I didn’t miss the way her pale flesh pebbled with goosebumps. I gripped her soft tail again and tugged, guiding her back down on the ax.
Ruth hips writhed as she finally gave into the pleasure, her head tilting back as an animalistic noise wrenched from her throat. “P–please. Fuck me. Mark me.”
“She begs so sweetly. Let me out. Let me claim my mate.”
She glanced back at me, her heated expression full of need. For a moment, I allowed myself to pretend she wanted me—reallywanted me. But beneath her seductive look, I saw her gears turning. Sure, she was in heat. But her every moan, her every word, was calculated.
“Please, alpha,” she said with a purr. “Make me yours.”
“Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Shit. If I weren’t careful, my beast would get attached. It didn’t understand that she didn’t really want to mate with a werewolf. All she wanted was to survive. After tonight, our bond would be a burden. She’d never be welcomed back in a burrow again. Her kind would shun her.
And it wouldn’t matter how far apart we were. With my mark, Ruth would always feel me. The ghost of my touch would forever haunt her. She’d never feel pleasure again without thinking of me.
I gripped her by the hips and pulled her loose from the ax handle with a rousingpop. Before she could pick herself back up, I crawled on top of her and crushed her body to the floor beneath my weight. I took hold of both her ears and pulled, forcing her head up.
“You can beg and moan and bat your eyelashes all you want…” My free hand palmed her ass hard enough to squeeze a whimper from her. “I know that you’re a murderous little whore.”
“Fuck you,” she huffed. She thrashed beneath me and tried to wiggle free even as the pheromones grew stronger.
“There’s my ruthless bunny. I like you better when you struggle.” I eased off her, giving her enough room to wiggle away. She took the cue and shot from under me. The bunny knew she needed me to survive but instincts to run kicked in before she could remind herself of her plan.
I slowly rose to my feet, laughing as I watched her dart from my bedroom.
