“So fucking beautiful…” he muttered into my ear, his voice crumbling under the wave of lust that threatened to drown us both. “So ruthless…”
He hated me for killing his brother, but I could feel his wolf gaining strength, lurking just beneath the surface of his tattooed skin. Something told me it didn’t hate me as much as the man who served as its cage.
Earlier in the woods, it chose me for its mate, but maybe that was all a part of this sick game. Making me think I had a chance to live, only to tear me apart in the most brutal way a man could hurt a woman?
The silver-haired male stamped another kiss to the slender column of my neck, every muscle in my body winding tight when he trailed his mouth to my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive patch of flesh.
It would be so easy for him to rip out my throat.
“You’re shaking…” His growl was rough and deep, like sandpaper against my skin. I sucked in a breath as he slipped a hand under my shirt—his shirt—and palm my goosebump-covered breast. “Like a rabbit caught in a snare. You know what my instincts demand I do to prey caught in traps?”
A wicked feeling swirled in my chest, tight and confusing. “Eat.”
“That’s right, Ruthless.”
He fell to his knees, kissing me down the length of my body, all while holding my glare. “I’m going to consume you until there’s nothing left of you but a pool of blood and cum.”
The closer he came to my apex, the more frantic his kisses became. Feral and hungry.
“You smell so fucking good.”
My breath latched in my throat. His voice sounded different. It was deep and monstrous—wolfish. Only his growl wasn’t that of a starving predator. His words were heated. Full of need.
I sucked down a gasp when he gripped my thighs and pulled them apart. He shoved his face between my legs, hot breath spilling over my center.
I hadn’t had a man between my legs in a long time. The last one had been Sawyer, and that whole experience had been traumatizing.
As a bunny, I was supposed to like sex. I didn’t. Just another reason why I didn’t feel at home in the burrow.
It was like I was broken. Or, so I thought.
The moment his tongue slid through my folds, the pleasure winding through me was enough to make me see stars.
He felt good. More than good. There wasn’t a word in my vocabulary to describe how incredible his tongue felt, swirling teasing circles around my clit.
It wasn’t just the heat. I’d been in heat when Sawyer had taken it upon himself to mate me. And that had felt wrong.
Getting tongue fucked by the enemy was screwed up, too, and in a way that somehow felt more right than Sawyer ever had.
This silver-haired male was scrambling my brain and my body, making my instincts go haywire. I wanted to run away from him as fast as I could, only so he could catch and claim me.
My thighs shook as his tongue pushed into my pussy. His fingers flexed tighter on my thighs, working with the knife to keep me upright because I was turning to putty in his hands.
“Sh–shift. I want to see your wolf.”
He pulled his tongue from my pussy and sat back. My heart stuttered at the sight of his glistening lips wet with my juices.
He licked them as they curved into a savage grin. “You already saw it when you butchered my twin brother.”
He wedged his hand between my soaking thighs and sunk two very thick fingers inside me. I was so fucking wet that I took him easily, but the sudden stretching sensation as he forced my body to accommodate him had my head swimming.
Pushing his face back between my legs, he hooked his tooth on my labia piercing and pulled hard enough to wrench a pain-laced moan from my lips.
His cruel laugh sunk straight into me. “That’s right. The little murderous whore likes a little pain with her pleasure, doesn’t she?”
His breath washed over my center, wrapping around his fingers as they plunged into me.
He released my piercing and looked up to capture my gaze. His chest heaved with heavy breaths, and his pupils were blown wide with lust. “Answer my question, Ruthless.”
