I didn’t want to dwell on the image the wolf summoned to mind. I couldn’t get attached.
“Too late.”
Ruth lowered herself onto my shaft, and her face contorted as I stretched her. The copious amounts of pre-cum, along with some of the blood that leaked from my fresh cut, had me sliding into her tight body with ease.
The piercings in her bunny ears gleamed in the moonlight coming in through the window as her head tipped to the ceiling.
My attention dropped to watch her take me in, a sight that would be branded forever into my brain.
Ruth kept one hand tight on the ax with the blade perilously close to the base of my shaft with her other hand now braced against my chest as she pulled herself up—my dick coated in her arousal—then back down.
If only I could freeze the moment.
When I’d fucked her against the fridge, I’d been in control. Now, she was the one dictating speed and depth. She was just as rough as I’d been.
She was hypnotic.
A smile curved my lips as I watched her take me, chasing her climax and alleviating the ache the heat instilled within her.
A blush bloomed across her cheeks when she caught me grinning wolfishly at her, and she shot me another glare through the darkened room. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, you sick bastard.”
“Would you enjoy yourself more if I acted like I wasn’t?”
The bunny’s blush deepened. “No. That’s not what I meant. Just shift already so we can get this over with. It’s your wolf’s cock I need. This form is useless to me.”
“You’re sure not acting like you find it useless.”
She gnashed her teeth, but the effect lost its bite as it crumbled into a moan. “Shift. Please. I want your wolf cock. I— Ineedit.”
The emphasis she put on “need” had me wondering if she was referring to her escape plan requiring my mark or if there was some other part of her that yearned for me. A part that went deeper than her biological need to rut in her heat state.
“Come on my cock first. Do that for me, and I’ll let my wolf out.”
A snarl of pain ripped from my throat as she nudged the ax closer to my shaft, the blade slicing deeper into my skin. The scent of blood permeated the air, but it didn’t slow her thrusts. She kept riding me even as she spilled my blood.
Fissures of pleasure and pain shredded my nerves. Thick beads of sweat rolled down the sides of my neck, soaking the sheets beneath me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head rolling back into my pillow as she rode my cock hard. Blood, cum, and sweat pooled where we were joined, making a wet slapping sound every time she brought herself down.
“Fucking—”
Clap.
“Shift—”
Clap.
“You brutal?—”
Clap.
“Werewolf—”
Clap.
“Bastard!”
I cackled hysterically, my hands moving to grip her waist as she bobbed up and down on my body. She had been angry from the moment I’d laid my eyes on her. Understandably. She’d been dumped in the woods by her own people, left to fend for herself. And that’s exactly what she was doing. Surviving even if the odds were stacked sky-high against her.
