Page 28 of Little Bunny

The kiss turned rough, frenzied. Matias swallowed Elijah’s gasp, nipping at his lips before sweeping his tongue inside, claiming him again and again. He stroked Elijah’s hard cock, brushing his thumb over the head. Wet. Precum. His bunny was close to losing it, and Matias wanted to see him break apart.

“Quiero devorarte. Eres mío, conejito. Déjame verte desmoronarte en mis brazos.” I want to devour you. You’re mine, little bunny. Let me see you fall apart in my arms.

Elijah moaned, arching against him, but Matias kept him pinned, kept him right where he belonged. “Come for me, beautiful.”

Just as Elijah’s mouth fell open, Matias swallowed his cry with a deep kiss. He convulsed against Matias, come jetting onto Elijah’s shirt.

He kissed his bunny softly, helping him to come down slowly.

Then kissed along Elijah’s jaw and neck. “So fucking beautiful, baby,” he murmured.

Forehead dropping to Elijah’s, Matias growled softly. His hand didn’t move, his grip still firm on Elijah’s softening cock, not ready to let go just yet.

His bunny was breathing hard, smiling as he stared into Matias’s eyes. “If that’s your way of winning an argument, I might get used to losing them.”

Matias chuckled. “But I love our arguments. So passionate.”

Elijah bit his lower lip, his gaze lowering to Matias’s crotch where there was a heavy outline. “Do you want me to—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish the question. Matias scooped Elijah into his arms and carried him down the hallway, straight to the room where Elijah was staying. As soon as they entered, he kicked the door closed.

Chapter Eight

“Anxious?” Elijah chuckled as Matias carried him toward the bed.

“Impatient, conejito.”

“I thought you never lost control,” Elijah teased, nibbling at Matias’s jaw.

Holy fuck. His little bunny was out to destroy him. Matias had never felt so close to losing his mind than he did in that moment.

He placed Elijah on the bed, his gaze raking over him. “Before you? Never.” Because his wolf had never chosen anyone before.

Matias braced himself above Elijah, his weight balanced on one arm as his free hand traced over the human’s flushed skin. His little bunny, splayed out beneath him, lips still swollen from their last kiss, was temptation incarnate. The way Elijah gazed up at him, mischief and need tangled in those blue eyes, made something primal stir deep in Matias’s chest.

“El elegido,” he murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers along Elijah’s cheek.

Elijah quirked a brow. “Still waiting for that translation.”

Matias smirked. “Patience, hermoso.”

A soft huff, but then Elijah’s fingers found the buttons of Matias’s shirt, undoing them one by one with slow, deliberate precision. He pressed his hands against Matias’s chest, palms warm and exploring, his fingers grazing muscle, mapping him out like he wanted to memorize every inch.

“You’re built like a goddamn statue,” Elijah murmured, voice teasing but husky with want. He trailed his hands lower, pressing them over Matias’s abs before dipping his fingers just beneath the waistline of his jeans.

Matias hissed, not from discomfort but from the restraint it took not to flip Elijah onto his stomach and claim him right there.

“Elijah…” he warned, voice edged with amusement and threat.

“What?” His bunny blinked up at him, the picture of innocence, but Matias saw the devilry lurking just beneath. “Just… appreciating the craftsmanship.”

Matias chuckled darkly then leaned in, brushing his lips over Elijah’s ear. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin, and then he placed a kiss just behind Elijah’s left ear, lips firm but gentle.

Elijah sucked in a sharp breath, body tensing beneath Matias. His fingers flexed against Matias’s stomach, and then a soft, barely-there moan escaped his lips.

Matias froze.

Then he did it again—lips grazing that same delicate spot, the heat of his mouth lingering before he kissed just a fraction harder.

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