I remained crouched over her, raising off her body as much as the knot would allow. I could force it out, but there was a chance I’d hurt her. I could shift back to my human form, but then we’d be vulnerable.
Ruth gasped, and her pussy rioted around me. Alarm flooded her eyes as they pinged from tree to tree. “Carver. There’s more.”
One by one, my pack appeared. Some on two legs, some on four, approaching us from all directions. We were surrounded.
I wasn’t a praying wolf, but I prayed then that Lila had done what she’d said and gone back to the pack house to rest.
Even from this distance, I could see Lars’ wolfish sneer dip to where Ruth and I were still joined. His tail flicked behind him with his barking laughter. “Wait. Youknottedher? You sick bastard.”
Sparse laughter sounded as a handful of wolves half-heartedly joined in with the alpha.
“Does anyone else find this funny? Considering my father screwed a sacrifice, and Carver’s father got his balls in a knot about it, then challenged him as pack leader. If I remember right, and I don’t fucking forget, Carver, didn’t you condemn my father too? Oh, the sweet irony. If only your father could see you now.”
I ground my teeth together so roughly that pain shot through my gums. A warning growl rumbled from my chest. “Fuck off, all of you. This is my kill.”
“You know pack tradition. You’re expected to share.”
“Not this time. She murdered my twin. She’s mine alone to punish. When she’s dead, I’ll drag her back to the pack house. You vultures can have what’s left of her.”
For a moment, I thought Lars would take the bait.
His head tilted, his wolf ears flicking. His nose flexed as he breathed us in and took a step toward us, his line of sight going straight for Ruth’s throat. “Is that— No. You didn’t.”
Lars’ guarded demeanor turned hostile in a snap. He dropped back to all fours, his hackles raised, and his teeth bared. “He mated her. He mated Casey’s killer!”
TWENTY-NINE
RUTH
We were so totally fucked. Complete toast.
Stupid hormones drove us both to shag out in the open when there was an entire pack of wolves hunting me down.
I clung to Carver, trying to remain still and quiet on the off chance that he could talk his way out of this mess. A tall order considering his freakishly large werewolf dick was still hard inside me, the bulge keeping us locked in place.
Even the slightest jostle to our connection had his shaft sliding inside me, his cum making me ungratefully slick.
Whispers and growls of disapproval danced between the trees.
“He mated his meal?” one wolf muttered to another.
“No wonder he’s never joined the Hunt. He thinks they’re our equals.”
“It’s disgusting.”
“A cat rutting a diseased rat would be more natural than this.”
Carver’s ice-cold eyes burned with malice. He radiated violence and contempt. He didn’t care about any of these monsters. Except for his brother’s mate.
I scanned the tree line for the black she-wolf. She wasn’t here, at least not from the little I could see while flat on my back.
The alpha slowly approached us. Carver growled, warning the male to keep his distance.
Lars stopped in his tracks. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t tear you to shreds and throw your bunny rabbit to the pack for dessert.”
“I’ll cut through half the pack before you take me down. Would you really throw all those lives away? Let’s save the bloodshed. Let us go.”
“Go? You’d abandon your unborn nephew?”
