And of course, he couldn’t let that slide. “You think I’m a bull? Strong, capable, and virile, conejito?” he asked, purposely deepening his voice just to see the lust flare in Elijah’s pretty blue eyes.
Then the human frowned, easing back enough to pull out his phone.
Matias waited, curious, and thoroughly enjoying watching Elijah just for the sake of watching him. The way he pouted, frowned, letting out a quick breath as he stared at his phone.
“Shoot.” He mouthed the word before saying it out loud. “I meant burro.”
Why did Matias find that funny instead of infuriating?
“First, you’re pronouncing it wrong.” Matias rolled his tongue as he repeated the word. “Second, you just insulted me by calling me a donkey.”
“I was trying to call you a jackass!” Elijah huffed a sigh, setting his phone on the counter. “How do you say, ‘You’re impossible!’?”
“Te quiero en mi cama, desnuda y suplicando, conejito.”
Elijah narrowed his eyes. “What did you just say? If you’re insulting me, then I deserve to understand it.”
Matias curled an arm around Elijah, pulling the male flush with his body, then whispered into his ear, “Translation. I want you in my bed, naked and begging, little bunny.”
Elijah gasped, turning to look at Matias. His pupils were blown, eyes wide, mouth dropped open slightly. His gazed darted over Matias’s face, as if wondering if he was serious or messing with him.
Tucking his fingers under Elijah’s chin, he drew the male close, brushing their lips together. “Very serious, conejito.”
He didn’t rush, letting the moment settle, allowing the charged silence to pull tighter around them.
Elijah’s breaths were short, shallow, his chest rising and falling against Matias’s. The sweetest blush erupted, making Elijah even more enticing.
Matias traced his fingertips along Elijah’s jaw, slow and deliberate, his calloused thumb brushing over the soft skin just beneath his bottom lip. Elijah shuddered, his lips parting slightly, and Matias felt the sharp hitch of breath against his own mouth.
Then he kissed the male.
It was light at first, teasing, just the faintest press of lips, a whispered contact. Matias had wanted to kiss the little bunny since meeting him. Had tried to take things further last night, but Elijah had been too drunk.
Now? Elijah made a sound, something between a sigh and a needy little gasp, and Matias was done playing around.
His hand slid up, fingers threading into Elijah’s soft hair, tilting his head back as he deepened the kiss, slow but firm. His other hand found Elijah’s waist, sliding around, gripping just tight enough to pull him closer.
Elijah wasn’t just taking it. He kissed back, hot and eager, his fingers gripping Matias’s biceps like he needed something solid to hold on to. Heaven.
A quiet, needy groan rumbled from Matias’s chest as his tongue swept against Elijah’s, tasting him, claiming him. Something inside him growled with satisfaction, demanding more, but he held back.
Barely.
He nipped Elijah’s bottom lip, a little rough. A balance of punishment and possession. A tease, a correction, and a silent challenge all at once.
Then soothed it with a slow drag of his tongue, a silent apology that wasn’t really an apology at all.
Mine.
Elijah’s nails bit into his arms, his body pressing closer, and Matias felt it then—felt the moment Elijah completely gave in, holding nothing back.
It was a victory, the sweetest win, an anticipation Matias had hoped for since the little bunny had sat at the bar and knocked back that bourbon to prove himself.
His wolf howled triumphantly, but it hadn’t been an easy win. Elijah had made him work for it, which had been part of the fun, a slow torture that was now igniting into a consuming fire.
He swallowed Elijah’s moan with another slow, deep kiss before finally, reluctantly, pulling back. Not finished, just savoring the moment.
His lips barely left Elijah’s, their breaths mingling, the heat between them charging the air around them. Matias kept his grip firm on Elijah’s waist, his thumb brushing slow, lazy circles against his skin.