Page 27 of Little Bunny

“You taste like trouble, conejito,” he murmured, voice rough, lips curved against Elijah’s.

And he had no plans of letting go. But he barely had time to smirk before his little bunny struck. Elijah refused to be a passive plaything. Fuck yes.

Lips parted, Elijah kissed him deep, fierce, pushing forward like he was about to take over, about to flip the script.

Matias growled. A dark, possessive sound, low in his chest—a warning. He wasn’t the type to surrender control, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.

Elijah didn’t back down. The defiance. The confidence. The raw, burning need. Matias was pure dominance. They were colliding in the most delicious, destructive way.

He laughed against Matias’s mouth, breathless and wild, and kissed him harder, holding nothing back. A beautiful man, sure of himself, his fire burning hot enough to scorch.

His hands slid up Matias’s arms, nails dragging lightly over muscle before gripping his shoulders like he wanted to pull him in, hold him there, make him stay. Like he wanted to own the moment. This isn’t just a kiss anymore.

This was a goddamn claim, a war, a wrecking ball of tension that had zero intention of stopping. Matias took back control.

He dominated the kiss, slow, devastating, deep, but controlled. His fingers tangled in Elijah’s hair, tilting his head just how he wanted it.

Demanding, not asking. But also watching for any signs of pulling away. None. Elijah was into it. Fully into what they were doing.

If he hadn’t been, Matias would’ve shut it down completely. He didn’t take what wasn’t freely given. He was a wolf, but he didn’t take. He was an alpha, but not a monster.

His tongue swept in, stroking, claiming Elijah with every slow, sensual slide. Heat roared inside Matias, consuming his entire body, the feeling rocking through him. The male was a feast he wanted to consume, to lay across the counter and map out with his lips, hands, and cock. To feel him melt into Matias’s very being.

Elijah’s moan was full of surrender and defiance all at once. Matias dragged his teeth along Elijah’s bottom lip before kissing him breathless again.

His fingers spread wide, he gripped Elijah’s sweet ass, firm, possessive, holding his little bunny against him. He licked and sucked, driving them both crazy with need. Hungry, unstoppable, both of them fully lost in it.

Elijah gasped, a half-moan, half-laugh, hips pressing forward like he craved more, like he was testing how far he could push.

Matias smirked against his lips.

“Careful, conejito,” he murmured, voice rough, his grip tightening just enough to cause Elijah to gasp.

The male shivered, but his eyes sparkled with defiance. “Or what?” Elijah was challenging him, breathless, wanting more, knowing exactly what was coming.

That level of confidence was lethal.

Matias chuckled, dragging his lips along Elijah’s jaw, his voice a low growl when he whispered, “Keep testing me, and you’ll find out.”

Elijah didn’t hesitate. Sexy brat surged forward, sealing their lips together in a kiss made of pure sin.

He twisted his fingers in Matias’s shirt, yanking him in, pressing chest to chest, grinding just enough to let Matias know he was testing so he could find out. Daring Matias to follow through. Elijah kept pushing, and Matias kept answering, neither backing down.

Matias snarled against his lips. “I warned you.”

Then he moved.

In a swift, controlled motion, he spun Elijah, pressing him against the counter, trapping his body between wood and solid heat. Matias stepped between his legs, hands gripping Elijah’s slim hips.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” he asked breathlessly.

“Rather show you.” Matias slid his hand between them, gripping Elijah’s erection beneath his palm, massaging the hard flesh through denim.

They needed a bedroom, a flat surface, out of the kitchen where someone could walk in at any second. Fuck it. Matias turned slightly, using his large frame to block anyone who might enter from seeing what he was doing to Elijah.

In seconds, Matias had pants unsnapped, his hand snaking down to curl around Elijah’s erection. The flesh was hard, hot, and throbbing. Fire lashed through Matias, determined to get Elijah off.

He needed to see the male falling apart because of his touch. Wanted to wreck Elijah in the best way, the same way his little bunny had been wrecking him.

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