The only thing it cared about was filling her womb.
“And you’re going to let me do it too. You already made the deal with her to give her our mark. That means you have to let me out.”
I didn’t want to impregnate my brother’s killer. But the monster inside me did… And I’d be powerless to stop it.
The dilemma had me pumping into her harder and chasing the pleasure to bury the rage building in my blood. I wasn’t supposed to care about her. I was supposed to rut her hard, let my wolf do whatever he wanted with her, and throw her out in the morning.
Conflict, lust, and lingering grief from Casey’s death had my brain short-circuiting. I buried myself in the moment, focusing on her and the feel of her hot cunt fluttering around my cock with every thrust.
Her lashes fluttered as I fucked into her, and sweet little mewls tumbled from her lips, making for the perfect distraction from the mire of my dark thoughts.
She was so sexy. So pissed off. So fucking turned on. It was a perfect cocktail that had me driving into her faster.
Those hate-filled eyes would set me on fire if they had the power. My ruthless bunny would turn me to ash given the chance, even as she begged for my mark, our bodies connected in no way a wolf and a bunny should ever be connected.
“Keep looking at me like that, and you’re going to regret it,” I snarled, my tone harsher than I expected. Guttural. Hungry. My beast was dangerously close to taking over, lurking beneath my surface.
I felt her sharp intake of breath down to the tip of my dick. “H–how am I looking at you?”
“Like you’re a thirsty little cum slut with a chip on your shoulder.”
My words created a visceral reaction inside her, and I could feel it. Her body was burning up around my cock, growing slicker.
As her arousal spiked, so did the hatred behind her eyes.
I wondered if she was thinking of all the ways she wanted to kill me. If my mating mark weren’t a sure-fire way to sneak out of pack territory undetected, she’d probably take my ax to me.
My eyes locked onto the dark red flecks still smattering her face. Casey’s blood.
I painted one slow stroke of my tongue from her temple to the corner of her mouth, tasting Ruth’s salty sweat and the metallic zing of my brother’s blood in one forbidden lick.
She turned her head to catch my lips, and the kiss sparked something to life, something primal that I couldn’t shake, settling at the base of my brain.
The beast’s guttural timbre from the dark of my mind spoke, his voice absolute like God speaking to me from the heavens.
“Breed her.”
SEVENTEEN
RUTH
Astrangled cry clawed up my throat as the silver-haired man fucked me roughly against his fridge.
I tried not to look at the head on the counter.
They were identical twins, the same everything except Casey didn’t have all the facial tattoos his brother did.
My heart was beating so fast it could explode from my chest any second. My mouth opened to gulp down the precious air he was stealing from my lungs. He took the opening, shoving his tongue inside me and invading yet another part of me.
He feasted on my mouth and swallowed every whimpering moan he knocked from me with each punishing thrust of his hips. His cock was much larger than Sawyer’s, making me feel so full. How was I going to take him when he shifted?
Maybe I wouldn’t survive it at all. But hey, getting taken out by a giant cock had to be the best way a sacrifice ever went out on Hunt night.
I could sense the monster inside him, waiting to pounce.
Closing my eyes, I imagined the face of the silver wolf I’d murdered in the woods, those storm-gray eyes staring into me in shock as I slammed the ax onto his neck.
A chill settled below my skin, which almost felt good compared to the inferno of heat building between my legs.
