Page 19 of Little Bunny

“The gorgeous ones really are insane,” he murmured. His folded arms tightened. “Pack of what exactly?”

“Wolves.”

Elijah’s brows knitted, his nose wrinkled, then his head tilted. His tongue slid between his bottom lip and gums. “Wolves.” He drew the word out slowly. “Right.”

Matias could practically see the wheels turning in the male’s head, the cogs struggling to gain traction.

The frown hardened, Elijah’s lips growing flat. “Instead of simply confessing that you have boundary problems, quite possibly intimacy issues, and lack self-control, you would have me believe you’re a wolf?”

“I don’t have intimacy issues,” Matias snarled.

“But you don’t deny lack of boundaries or self-control. Within five seconds of meeting, you decided to seduce me. But you didn’t stop there. Oh no. You’re not the type to do things half-assed. You just had to kidnap me too.” His scowl deepened as he jabbed a finger at Matias. “You’re an over-achieving lunatic!”

“That doesn’t have intimacy issues!” Holy fuck. Matias was officially losing his goddamn mind. He never lost control. Never engaged in a shouting match. Never allowed someone to get under his skin so badly.

And had never been so insulted in his life. Elijah thought he had a problem getting an erection? Never before had Matias wanted to prove someone so wrong.

“Puedes llamarme loco todo lo que quieras, ¡pero nunca insultes mi hombría! You can call me crazy all you want, but don’t you ever insult my manhood!

A slow, wicked smile formed. “You’re raging about the intimacy insult, aren’t you?”

“You threw that jab on purpose.” Matias narrowed his eyes. “You went for the throat.”

“You went for my sanity. A wolf, really?” Elijah still appeared pissed. “You insult my intelligence, Matias.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, his pride wounded, his control gone. “You think I’m lying to you?” he asked calmly. “You think I have some wires crossed?”

Elijah spoke just as calmly, just as slowly. “More than some.”

Matias smirked, turned on by Elijah’s fiery personality. Short and slim but made of steel. But if he was going to wipe that smug look off of Elijah’s handsome face… “And what reward will you give me, conejito, if I prove I’m telling the truth?”

His gaze slid heatedly over Elijah’s sultry body.

“You’re seriously bargaining sex for absurdity?” Elijah asked incredulously. “You’re only proving my point, Matias.”

His name on the human’s lips shot straight to his groin. Never before had he wanted to strip someone naked and fuck while fighting. “I never uttered those words.”

“But your hungry gaze did.” Elijah crossed his arms. “Fine. Prove you’re not lying, that you’re a”—he erupted into laughter then settled—“a wolf, and I’ll not only forgive you for holding me hostage I’ll…”

Matias arched a brow, daring Elijah to finish his sentence, because he was curious as hell to know what he was going to say.

“I’ll willingly stay.”

He should’ve known better than to hope for something more intimate. “Are you sure you don’t want to up the stakes?” Matias shrugged, enjoying this a little too much. “Since you believe I’m handing you a surefire win, why not make it more enticing?”

“I’m not bargaining sex, no matter how sure I am.” Elijah scowled, but Matias saw the flare in his eyes. He might not want to bargain sex, but the male sure as hell was interested in the idea.

“Ready?”

“No,” Elijah said flippantly.

Matias grinned. As pissed and turned on as he was, he was also proud of Elijah for standing his ground. The male had the kind of fire Matias could only deeply admire.

And crave.

Pulling his hand free from his pocket, Matias held it up. Fingers spread, he slid his claws free.

Elijah’s eyes rolled back as he hit the floor.

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