I stared blankly at the beast whose voice was raspy, low and full of growl. Summoning a coherent thought was difficult enough, with the gigantic wolf cock splitting me open, but this sudden shift in his demeanor had me turning to liquid. “Um…”
“So beautiful…” He tucked a rogue lock of my hair behind my ear with one of his massive claws, the simple motion shockingly gentle. “Especially when you have murder in your eyes.”
The monster’s words disarmed me. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I finally met the silver wolf’s inner beast, but it wasn’t this. He seemed…kind. The adoration warming his eyes terrified me more than the cruel touch of his human counterpart.
Trusting the kindness bank in his gaze, I dropped my grip on the ax for good. “I need your mark, Alpha. So, let’s just get this over quickly.”
He laughed as if I’d told some hilarious joke. “Oh, little one. You’re seriously mistaken if you think this is going to be quick.We’re together. True mates united. Tonight, we bond. Our first rut must be savored.”
“I’m not your true mate. At least, I don’t think. You said so yourself; rabbits and wolves can’t be mates.”
“My human host said that, and he’s foolish. Blinded by the loss of his kin. Regardless, you will bear my mark. Therefore, you’ll be mine.”
“Technically, y–yes,” I hedged. It was nearly impossible to articulate, considering how we were joined. “I’m only doing this to end my heat cycle and cover my scent. Your mark means I can leave these woods safely. Your pack is still out there, hunting me.”
“You aren’t going anywhere without me after tonight, Little Bunny. You are mine.”
“Stop saying that!” Panic struck my chest like a bolt of lightning. Adrenaline coursed through me, making my body shake, and my breath come out in short, rattling pants. Just about every instinct in my body urged me to flee, but there was no running now. I was still mounted over his pelvis with his cock lodged deep inside me. “You agreed?—”
The rest of my sentence was replaced with a yelp as his claws found my waist, plucked me off his cock with an embarrassing wet sound and flipped me over so that my back was to the mattress with the silver wolf looming over me, caging me to the bed.
“You are mine!” he repeated, this time with a roar that had my head swimming.
His paws closed around my thighs, his claws so large the tips met, and hepried my legs apart. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw what had been inside me.
There, taking up an alarming amount of my vision, was an erect cock so huge and obscene that it was a wonder how it fit inside me.
A rope of milky white pre-cum oozed from the tapered tip and dribbled down the bright red shaft. At its base was a large bulge. What on earth was that for? There was no way something that bulbous could fit into a female, even a werewolf female.
The wolf’s silvery eyes turned dark as his pupils dilated. He crouched between the crux of my thighs and, to my horror, pressed his snout to my pussy and inhaled. The masculine groan he released reverberated against me, sending shock waves through my body. “You smell incredible. Your womb begs for my seed.”
I squirmed against the bed, but one paw lifted from my thigh, his palm flattening against my belly to keep me still. His other paw lifted my leg in the air to spread me wider.
The wolf leaned closer, each huff of his molten breath a palpable caress over my core.
A tiny little “Oh” left me when he parted his jaws to reveal the biggest tongue I’d ever seen, snaking toward my exposed center.
My heart slammed against my ribs in a painful tempo as deadly jaws drifted closer to my most delicate parts, his teeth gleaming wickedly in the moonlight filtering through the window.
A throaty mewl climbed up my throat with the first lick he painted through my folds.
He tasted all of me, from my clit to the tight ring of muscle in my rear. The tip of his tongue flicked the ring decorating my labia, and he reared back with a growl.
“It’s silver!”
I gaped at him through the dark, my brain taking a beat to make sense of what just happened. Before his tongue slithered back into his maw, I noticed the scorch where the metal had burned him.
He’d already touched the piercing, but that was in his human form.
The Elders always told us that werewolves’ weakness to silver was made up by Hollywood. Did they really not know? Or had they lied to us to make sure the sacrifices didn’t go into the Hunt prepared?
My anger devolved into panic when the wolf took me in his claws. A scream caught in my throat as I waited for the pain to register. A brief pinching was the only sensation I felt.
I blinked down to see him carefully prying the hoop open. With great care, he slid it off and tossed it away with an offended snarl. “What about the rest?”
The beast wearily eyed the jewelry in my ears.
“Surgical steel,” I assured him. “Only that one was sterling.”
