“You love torturing me, don’t you?” Her voice came out raspy under the layers of lust. “You fucking sadist.”
“Sadomasochist,” I corrected her with a dark smile. “I’m torturing us both.”
“So long as you’re in pain, too.”
“Oh, you have no idea.” Before she could respond, I pushed back into her. “I want to own every drop of you. Your blood. Your cum. Your piss. Your tears. I want to drown myself in you so I don’t have to think about how incrediblyfuckedit is that I’m inside you.”
Her eyes widened to the size of plates, and her pierced bunny ears twitched with every thrust I made. I was so attentive to her every move thatI’d swear I’d be able to count every strand of hair that took flight in a breeze. I’d count every heartbeat from here to the world’s end if it wouldn’t drive me to insanity.
Everything about her held all my senses prisoner.
She wasn’t supposed to be doing this to me.
I was supposed to be making her pay for Casey’s death. Making her my prey.
Instead…I was becoming hers.
“This is my first heat of spring. I–I can’t wait another fucking second.Fuckme.” Desperation laced her pleas. Her fingers flexed, sharp nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave little crescents. I froze again, this time inside her.
Ruth cried out in frustration and fought me like the little brat she was. “Please!”
I gave a shake of my head and tutted as if I were admonishing a naughty pet. “Please,what?”
“Please.Alpha.”
Maybe it would have been my name she’d moaned on her lips instead of “Alpha,” but it occurred to me that I hadn’t given her my name yet. Had that been intentional? Perhaps a subconscious move on my part to keep a certain amount of distance between me and the girl I’d never see again come morning? A funny thought, considering I was sheathed inside her pussy.
In a way, I was glad I hadn’t given her my name. I’d already told her I wasn’t alpha or even beta; I was just some outcast loner of the pack.
She didn’t seem to care. She needed my scent to buy her way out of the woods safely, so tonight, I was her alpha. And hearing her moan that title like it was the tastiest thing she ever had in her mouth had my heart aching.
Suddenly, I was all too aware of Casey’s lifeless eyes burning into my back.
“What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” Something almost akin to concern etched Ruth’s features. The pang in my chest grew at her expression. She was beautiful, even wearing a glare, but when she looked at me likethis?Like she actually wanted me?
It was fucking breathtaking.
And I couldn’t take it.
It was a lie.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I snarled.
“Like what? I?—”
Before she could finish her sentence, my hand was around her windpipe.
“Damn. I love all your piercings, but I think my favorite piece of jewelry is my hand around your throat.”
I expected her to fight back because that’s what she did. That’s all I knew her for. That’s why I’d nicknamed her Ruthless. But she didn’t struggle. Her pussy grew hotter. I felt a whimper catch in her throat beneath my palm—one of pleasure—and her legs tightened around my waist, drawing me deeper inside her.
I released a low shuddering groan as I fed her every inch I had to give in this form and leaned back just enough to take in the way she looked, pierced on my cock.
Her body was perfect. Smooth and tight, with soft curves begging to be mapped and memorized. The list of filthy things I wanted to do with her was so damn long, eternity wouldn’t be enough to ruin her.
And all I had was a single goddamn night.
My train of thought started to trail in a concerning direction. I wanted her for more than a night. Because how in the hell was my wolf ever going to let her go once she had our mark?
