Page 37 of The Bunny Blues

I was at the bottom of the shifter food chain, while he’d looked like a wolf from the depths of hell as he ripped into the rogue wolves. When I’d wanted to defend the wolves from my fluffle’s cruel insults, I’d encouraged Macarius to touch me, to kiss me.

Although he’d acted completely different from the man who’d demanded I leave his house, I hadn’t been sure he’d even want that level of intimacy with me. Oh, how wrong I’d been.

Not only had he accepted my invitation, but to my utter shock, Macarius had buried his teeth into my neck. He’d shamelessly marked me right there in front of the five rabbit shifters and his brothers.

There was no denying I’d been drawn to him, even when he was acting like a tyrant and bossing everyone around. When he’d come to my rescue, my heart had latched onto him more. I’d hidden under my shirt, listening as he took down the rabbit shifters, but too afraid to come out.

Not for fear of dying—I’d come to terms with that. But for fear I’d embarrass myself by throwing myself at him. I wanted him, just as much as I wanted Coda and Quin.

When Macarius had returned to the bathroom and lifted me into his arms, I’d been unnerved at the powerful pull I felt toward him. My second surprise came as my body relaxed, and my discomfort was muffled.

With each passing hour, the pain from the separation was becoming harder to ignore. Shortly after Coda and Quin had left me alone in the house, every cell in my body had started to burn in agony. It had continued to get worse until I found myself curled on the couch, struggling against alternating urges to vomit and pass out.

The pain had intensified when the rabbit shifters entered the bathroom, which was probably my animal instincts trying to force me back into the arms of my matched. No matter how bad things got, I would never degrade myself by allowing those men to touch me again.

I’d expected my rabbit to fight me to get to her mates, but she’d remained quiet, curled into a ball in my mind. Instincts should have driven her crazy with the need for her claimed mates’ touch, but she acted as though they didn’t exist.

How was it possible that the bond I’d formed to my fluffle had snapped, but yet I was still experiencing the repercussions of being separated from them?

I wished I could speak to the elders, but I knew they wouldn’t ever give a disgraced bunny their valuable time. They would likely lock me away from the rest of the burrow if I so much as showed my face there again.

Despite how unlikely it seemed, I was beginning to suspect the wolves were easing my pain, but at the same time, they were stirring emotions I didn’t expect to experience in this lifetime.

Macarius slammed the door behind us and followed up by locking it with an ancient-looking set of bolts. No one was getting in or out of the room unless he wanted it.

My heart tripped over its rhythm, and my insides twisted. I was trapped in the room with the most terrifying man I’d ever met.

A man who’d just staked his claim on me.

His mouth traveled from my lips and down my neck, distracting me from the precarious situation I was in. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, loving the rumbles of pleasure coming from his chest.

When Macarius sucked my nipple into the heat of his mouth, I couldn’t stifle my moan. Heat rushed between my thighs, causing me to become slick with need.

I was quickly reminded that I was nude, and my core was pressed against his bare chest. Which meant his chest was likely becoming wet with the evidence of my desire. My cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and no small amount of lust.

I tried to squirm free from his hold, but Macarius wasn’t about to allow it. “Why are you trying to get away from me, little one?” His husky whisper had another wave of slick need rushing between my thighs.

Again, I tried to move my legs so that I could close them, and Macarius responded by pressing my back against the wall. His teeth nipped my neck. “Answer me.”

How could I voice what was embarrassing me without causing myself to die of even more embarrassment?

Macarius hesitated and pulled his head back to meet my eyes. “Do you not want this? I’m sorry if I misunderstood, Ellora. I’m doing my best to go slow, but my wolf isn’t making it easy. If you don’t want this, say the word.”

“No! I want you too much!” I blurted out, wanting to ease the worry from his gorgeous face.

Macarius lifted a brow, unconvinced.

Dropping my eyes from his face, I mumbled, “You’re making me wet, and I didn’t want to make your chest dirty.”

“Look at me.” Macarius’s purr was nearly my undoing.

Still, I couldn’t meet his eyes.

Macarius gripped my hips, holding me still against the wall as he ground his chest against me. My legs quivered as electric shocks of pleasure sizzled through me.

“Look at me,” he repeated.

I wasn’t a virgin, and I’d had plenty of sex during my heat. But it had been straight to the point, slit-and-slam style. This was far more intimate.

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