Every fucked-up fiber of my being wanted this. If we weren’t in this situation, if I wasn’t in heat... I’d still want him. I wanted the cocky, mean bastard because, underneath that steely demeanor, that dark smirk and that arctic glare was somethingmore.
And whatever that was, I wanted to make itmine.
He wanted the same thing, too. At least some part of him did. I could practically taste it, making the air buzz. So why wasn’t he shifting?
Something was holding him back.
I slipped off the mattress, ducked between his legs and grabbed for the ax—wrenching it from the floor. The handle was still slick with my juices and almost fell from my grip.
The silver wolf stood to his full height and turned, chuckling as he watched me fumble with the weapon. Then, somethingwild flickered in his eyes as I held the ax up between us. He knew exactly how dangerous I was with this thing.
I’d already ended his world with it.
“And what exactly are you planning on doing with that?”
“I don’t have time for you and whatever is keeping you from fucking me. I’m not leaving here without your mark.” I gestured to the mattress with a jab of the ax. “Get on the bed. Now.”
EIGHTEEN
CARVER
As a thirty-year-old hermit who’d lived in the woods his whole life, I didn’t get out much. But I had my pleasures. The full moon cresting the tree tops in a starless sky and the wordless joy it brought my wolf. A ten-pointed stag roaming behind my cabin in the early morning, fog rolling in around it like a protective spell from the forest telling me to leave the rifle inside and just sip my coffee from my porch and enjoy the view. Getting my hands on the last book in a series that the author had taken a year to release and having the ending be just as good as I’d hoped.
But this rebellious little rabbit shifter wearing nothing but my shirt, with my ax in her hands and murder in her eyes? Top of the list.
“Stop looking at me like that! You know what I can do with this ax!”
I knew exactly how dangerous she was with that thing. She unnerved me with it, even after seeing her get down on all fours and fuck it.
Didn’t change the fact that she’d taken my brother’s life with it. She’d take mine, too, if pushed.
My dick was harder than ever, and my thoughts darkened with my smile. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, girl.”
I debated telling her the chances of her getting pregnant were high. Would she even believe me? She’d probably see it as me trying to get out of marking her.
“Just get on the bed,” she demanded for a second time, her tone warning me that she wasn’t going to stand here and argue with me.
I slowly put my hands up, palms raised to her in submission as I moved backward toward the bed, a smug grin on my face the entire time to show her she didn’t rattle me even though that was a bald-faced lie. Everything about this woman shook me to my core.
When the back of my legs hit the bedframe, I dropped onto the bed and laid down with my back flat against the mattress and my feet planted on the ground.
Only when I was lying down did she move to me, careful to keep the ax in her hands even as she shuffled onto the bed with her knees on either side of my hips. She didn’t trust me worth a damn. Good girl. Bunnies always had good survival instincts.
Every move she made was calculated as she mounted me, each visible sinew in her slight frame coiled like a goddamn snake, ready to strike if needed.
“What kind of freak gets a boner when a girl stands over him with an ax? You don’t know what I’m about to do with this.”
She positioned the ax so the blade pressed to my balls. “I could chop these off right now. I don’t need you to have balls to sit on this cock and make you bite me.”
I laughed, and her brow wrinkled in annoyance. “What’s so funny?”
“I was stupid for thinking that male rabbit could ever be your mate. No rabbit shifter could handle a mouth like yours, Ruthless.”
Her eyes narrowed into venomous slits. Wordlessly, she positioned herself over my pelvis, lining us up, keeping one hand on the ax while her other held my cock in place. As she moved, the ax shifted, and the blade sliced the first layer of my skin.
I hissed, and the monster inside me whined.
“She’s so perfect. And all mine. Soon that pretty little pussy will be filled and bred. Imagine it. Her perfect body, round with my pup.”
