As different as we were, we had one thing in common: we were both at war with ourselves.
Part of me was like his human side. I also saw us as enemies. The other part of me felt like we really, really were meant for each other. Too bad there was no world where both ofus could ever belong together.
I shoved him on his chest, trying to push him off while my pussy clenched and gripped him all the harder.
“What is the matter? You don’t want to have my pup?”
“I don’t know you. And look at you. You’re a werewolf. We’re not supposed to be together.”
His laugh morphed into an indignant snort. “We are supposed to be together because I have decided you are mine. Nothing else matters.”
Nothing else matters.
How could he say that so easily? Like this wasn’t a clusterfuck of weird-as-freak circumstances and that we in no way belonged together. Yet he didn’t seem to care two rabbit pellets about it.
He gripped the underside of my thigh with one hand while the other held my ankle high in the air, keeping me splayed open. He nudged his hips forward and pushed his cock deeper inside me.
“Tell you what. I’m feeling very generous tonight. I want my mate to be happy. There will be many more nights to come where I can breed this tight little cunt. So, for tonight, I will finish in another hole.”
He resumed his rhythm, pumping inside me at a steady pace. His toothy smile turned wicked. “But soon you will take my knot.”
“Your… Knot? What’s that?” As soon as the question left me, it dawned on me he was referring to the strange bulge at the base of his shaft. “Wait. I can’t fit that inside me.”
“You can and you will. But not tonight.”
The notion of squeezing that inside me should have horrified me, but I was too wet, too caught up inthe moment. Too turned on.
I relaxed back into the bed, and he purred in approval. “That’s my good girl.”
He dragged his tongue over my face and licked at the seam of my lips. His hips punched forward with a harder stroke than the others before it, and my mouth opened with a gasp. His tongue plunged inside, mimicking the motions of his cock. Fucking my throat and my pussy in perfect synchronicity.
He released his hold on my thigh to press his huge thumb to my clit, taking care to keep the deadly point of his claw away from the sensitive bud. He groaned when I clamped harder around him, my wetness coating the bright red flesh of his shaft in a creamy layer of arousal. The sight of it, plunging inside me again and again was obscene. Filthy. And fucking perfect.
I knew I’d be touching myself to the image again and again on lonely nights.
Pleasure mounted. My hips bucked, and my insides fluttered. An animalistic noise tore from my throat as yet another orgasm ravaged my system.
The wolf thrust inside me, once, twice more. His cock throbbed and heated, and I knew just how dangerously close he’d be behind me.
Would he have made good on his threat? A dark little part of me almost wished I had come after him just to see if he would.
As promised, he pulled out of me with a snarl and fisted his cock. All it took was one more pump—copious amounts of cream coating his fingers as they slid along his shaft—before he unloaded with a roar.
Hot jets of milky cum spurted from his tip, coating my stomach and my breasts, and thick droplets peppered my hair.
Before either of us came down from the afterglow, he shoved back inside my pussy, his savage jaws closing around my throat. I screamed as his teeth punched into the delicate skin, biting me.
Making me his.
Forever.
TWENTY-ONE
CARVER
The moment my teeth punctured Ruth’s delicate skin, the bond snapped into place, chaining us together forever.
I held her tight in my arms as her body stiffened and her muscles convulsed from the pain. She bit down on my arm, not to give me a mating mark—bunnies didn’t do that—but to silence her screams. When she settled in my embrace, I finally unlatched from her.
