But she couldn’t stay here.
What choice did that leave me? Was I to follow her? Leave my home and pack? Leave Lila with my unborn nephew? For what? For a female bunny rabbit who only wanted my mark so she could live to see another day.
That’s all this was. Survival.
My hand tightened around her throat, firm and hard, just like the strokes of my hips, as I started to punch into her again, invading her slowly, painfully, just like she was doing to me.
I’d fucked my share of unmated females in the pack. It was never serious, just meaningless ruts to pass the time and fill the lonely hours. Plus, every time my brother caught wind of it, he’d get off my back about finding a mate in hopes that the latest piece of tail would stick.
None of those past ruts had affected me like this. None of them had made me feel this fucking good.
“Because she’s our mate.”
I shook my head, losing myself in the pools of her eyes. “What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing to me, Ruthless?”
She laughed, but there was no humor to it—it was sharp and hysterical. “What am I doing toyou? What are you doing tome?”
“Screwing your brains out,” I huffed.
“No.” Her face became stained with a bright red blush. “You’re looking at me like a psychopath who plans to chop me up into little pieces after you’re done nailing me.”
I couldn’t hold back a laugh. It must have rattled her from the inside because her face contorted with pleasure and frustration.
“That’s rich, seeing as I’m not the one who’s killed anyone with an ax tonight.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s all you got? No other bratty mouthed retorts?”
Her mouth opened, probably ready to fire off another snarky remark. I didn’t give her the chance. My hips slammed into her, crushing her against the fridge. “I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’re going to taste me, Little Bunny.”
Hatred blazed behind her eyes, mixed with something brighter. Something that scared me more than her hating me ever could.
I released my grip on her throat, my hand dropping to her chest, ripping the flannel shirt open and sending buttons flying. I palmed her breast and plucked roughly at the loop adorning her nipple.
Her spine bowed against the refrigerator door in response, a smattering of goosebumps appearing on her exposed chest. I imagined what they’d feel like against my tongue, and before my brain could process what I was doing, I was arching down to take her nipple in my mouth and tongue her piercing.
My attention pinged up to watch her mouth flex with a silent moan. If I weren’t already penetrating her, I’d stick my cock in that perfectly rounded “O” shape her plush lips formed.
Would she be gentle with it? Would she take her time? Would she cup my balls in her hand while her tongue traced the veins?
I wanted to explore and claim every orifice she had. I wanted to see my cum dripping from her every hole.
A dark thought fell over my mind like a storm cloud. Would I cum in her cunt? She was in heat, so it was possible she could become pregnant. A bunny shifter’s chances were high.
She hadn’t mentioned anything about protection. Then again, it wasn’t exactly common knowledge that bunnies and wolves could breed.
For the longest time, we’d thought it wasn’t possible. Then all that shit between the old alpha—Lars’ father—and that one sacrifice went down.
Poor girl had been hunted down, but she hadn’t been killed. Certain wolves liked playing with their food more than others.
There was no question after that.
The sacrifice had been put down before she could give birth, so there was no telling what the child would have been. Bunny, werewolf or something in between.
All the more reason not to cum inside Ruth.
Not that my wolf would listen to reason. It had every intention of breeding her and didn’t care that she was a bunny or that whatever child I put in her belly would be seen as an abomination in the eyes of every bunny burrow and wolfpack in the country.
