“Shift, or I’ll gut you like I gutted your fucking brother.”
Oh, no. She’d crossed a line with that one.
Keeping a hand anchored to her waist, my other found her throat. I wrenched her forward, forcing her spine to bend until her tits pressed against my chest and our barreling breaths entwined.
“Go ahead, kill me. Use my corpse to get off, if that’s your thing. But good luck getting a dead man to mark you, baby girl.”
Fucking this girl was like playing footsie with the grim reaper. Undeniably dangerous. Addicting, too, when near death felt this good.
She could wear that pissed-off expression all she wanted. She was enjoying this. Her pussy clamped around me like a vice, growing wetter with every pump, and the obscene sound of wet flesh against flesh growing louder.
Electric warmth wound tight in my belly as I watched her ride me.
I bucked my hips, fucking up into her as I dragged her back down on my cock. A delicious little moan dribbled from her lips. My fingers twitched around her throat, pulling her mouth to mine.
“Come for me, Bunny,” I whispered against her.
“Alpha,” she whimpered, the sound so small and etched with bliss. She had to be close. “I–I’m coming. You’re going to stick to our deal and s–shift, I swear to—Oh?—”
Her thighs quivered, and her stomach clenched as waves of pleasure visibly wracked her body. “Fu—ck.” The word came out as atwo-syllable groan on her tongue. She collapsed onto my chest in a boneless pile, her perfect tits pressed into my pectorals.
A raspy growl rumbled from my chest as I craned my head to look down at her. With how the blade was still nestled at my shaft’s base, it cut deep into my skin, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Anything to look at her for just a few seconds longer.
My fingers combed through her locks, and I wound the section with the purple through it around my finger.
She finally pulled the ax away with a sigh and craned her head to look at the damage. All the color drained from her cheeks as she took in the amount of blood she’d shed over my sheets. “Ohshit.You’ve lost a lot of blood. I’m so sorry.”
She was apologizing to me?
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry or keep pounding into her to chase the release that was just within reach…
I resisted the urge to keep fucking her, and instead, I brushed the backs of my inked knuckles over the delicate column of her throat. She winced as I touched the bruises, and the knot between my lungs tightened, making every breath I took agony.
“Don’t apologize.”
Her gaze lifted to meet mine, those dark eyes peering at me through her thick lashes. “Why?”
“Because I don’t think you’re sorry for a second. Besides, if you’re going to kill my own damn brother, break into my house and threaten to cut my balls off, you’d bettermeanit.”
Ruth drew her arm back. I saw the slap coming, and I didn’t stop it. The crisp smack of skin on skin sounded through myroom, and as I blinked the stars away, I saw her reaching for the ax again.
There wasn’t so much as a flicker of fear inside me until she brought the blade to her forearm.
“She’s going to cut herself! Stop her!”
I reached for her, but the blade had already sliced through her skin. It wasn’t deep, thankfully. Tossing the ax aside, she held her arm over my mouth and, with her free hand, shoved her fingers inside my mouth—prying my jaw open.
It would have been easy to fight her off. I didn’t.
She was right, we had a deal, and it was time to hold up my end… Even if there was a part of me that wanted to protect her… from myself most of all.
I allowed her to wedge her fingers between my teeth and dribble her blood into my gaping mouth.
The taste of her was like a drug, shooting straight into my bloodstream. Oh,gods.
My head spun, and my entire body ached as monstrous instincts clawed their way to the surface. I’d already made the first shift of the season, but this felt different. More significant.
More…Feral.
