“You’re doing so well, my dirty little bunny. Your little holes are so pretty when they stretch to take me.”
He pulled out and plunged in again with a moan.“What a tight, slutty little body you have. The perfect cocksleeve.”
His hands came to rest on either side of my head, his sharp nails digging marks into the wood.
“Oh, Carver. It feels so?—”
His hand slapped over my mouth. “Shut up. Someone’s coming.”
The crunch of gravel crystalized the breath in my lungs.Oh no.
I expected Carver to pull out, but he kept pounding into me, chasing his release even as the truck engine was cut and the sound of footsteps came up the porch steps.
“Shit. It’s my brother’s mate.”
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I tried to get up, and the werewolf pushed me back down, whispering in my ear, “I’m not done with your cunt yet.”
My heart slammed against the tabletop when a knock at the front door sounded.
Oh gods, oh gods. Would she hear us? The table creaked with Carver’s movements, and his balls smacked against my pussy, loud enough for me to wonder if she’d hear it through the door.
“See what you’re doing to me?” he hissed against the shell of my ear. “I can’t stop fucking you. Not even when my brother’s mourning mate is at my door, wondering if I’ve hunted you down yet. She asked me to avenge Casey, and look what I’mdoing instead… I’m balls deep in his killer, with my mating claim on her whore throat.”
I bit the inside of my arm to keep myself from crying out as his thrusts turned punishing.
“And you know the craziest thing?” he continued through his labored breaths. “I don’t give a fuck. All I care about is easing this ache in my chest. It only goes away when I’m inside you.”
I angled my head to watch him as he came. His face contorted with a silent cry, the devotion in his eyes completely unguarded.
His cock pulsed, and a wash of fluid filled me. I shivered, his cum spreading through me, thick and molten like honey.
“Carver!” Another series of heavy knocks. “Open the fucking door!”
It wasn’t until he’d emptied his last drop into me that he pulled out and quickly stuffed himself back into his pants. Then he bent, swept my hair out of the way and planted a kiss so sweet to my nape that it left me boneless against the table.
“Hide. In my bedroom. And be quiet, please. I don’t want to hurt her, but my wolf will do whatever it takes to protect you. So, please, for the sake of my unborn nephew.”
I gaped at him, my head bobbing in a shocked and silent nod.
The urgency in his voice had my legs moving for the bedroom. The woman’s muffled voice called for Carver again.
Then, it hit me like a brick of dynamite. I’d heard her say that name before when the black she-wolf and Casey found me in the woods.
We should give her to Carver, he likes the sassy ones. Like the purple-haired girl from last year. Called her tasty.
My knees nearly buckled, and my hand flung out to catch myself on the dresser. Was Carver the one who killed my sister? Had he torn her to shreds?
The scene I’d been suppressing… of watching my cousin be torn apart by wolves as I watched helplessly from the bushes forced itself into my mind. Only instead of Hope’s face, it was Sarah’s.
No. Carver said he never participated in the Hunt. But what else could Lila have meant?
…called her tasty.
That. Mother. Fucker.
The silver wolf—the male I’d be mated to until the day I died—was the wolf responsible for Sarah’s death.
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