Page 29 of Little Bunny

Elijah’s entire body shuddered, his head tipping back, his breath stuttering out in uneven bursts. His thighs tensed, pressing together instinctively, as if the sensation alone had sparked something deep in his core.

Matias grinned, pleased. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with this.

“Well, well…” he rumbled, brushing his lips against that sensitive spot again, earning another trembling sigh. “What have we here?”

“Shut up,” Elijah muttered, but his voice lacked any real bite. He squirmed, fingers curling into the sheets, his entire body attuned to that single point of contact.

Matias hummed, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. “A little weak here, aren’t you, conejito?”

Elijah groaned, arching up into him, cheeks burning. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Matias kissed the spot again, slower this time, letting his lips linger. “But you do love this.”

Elijah’s fingers dug into his shoulders, frustration and pleasure warring in his expression. “Matias,” he breathed, like a plea, a demand, a curse.

Matias chuckled. “That’s more like it.”

Before Elijah could recover, Matias began his slow descent.

The tension between them thickened, the air heavy with unspoken desire. Soft, needy breaths filled the space between them, blending with the subtle rustle of sheets as Matias traced his tongue along the column of Elijah’s throat. A shudder rolled through the body beneath him, fingers curling tighter against his shoulders, blunt nails scraping over firm muscle.

“You—” Elijah swallowed hard, voice faltering when Matias kissed just below his jaw. “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”

A quiet chuckle, low and pleased. “No, cariño. I enjoy making you feel.”

He shifted lower, dragging his lips down Elijah’s chest, hands moving to the hem of his shirt. A slow, deliberate lift, knuckles grazing warm skin, teasing as he peeled the fabric away. It was an offering, an unveiling, and Matias took his time, drinking in every inch of smooth, flushed skin beneath him.

Elijah trembled as Matias tossed the shirt aside then slid his hands up his ribs, fingers splaying wide. “You’re—” Elijah inhaled sharply as Matias’s mouth closed around one nipple, teasing with his tongue before dragging his teeth ever so lightly over the sensitive flesh. “Shit.”

The curse was breathless, Elijah’s back arching, legs shifting against the sheets. Hands fisted in Matias’s hair, tugging just enough to make something deep inside of him growl in response.

A wicked smirk played at his lips as he kissed lower, tongue tracing each defined ridge of Elijah’s stomach. The need to devour, to take, to claim, built like a wildfire. But he kept his control. Barely. This moment was about savoring, about him. Because, soon, Elijah would be his in every way that mattered.

Fingers gripped the waistband of Elijah’s jeans, knuckles grazing over the growing hardness beneath. “You did something for me earlier,” Matias murmured, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating against sensitive skin. “Let me return the favor.”

The tension beneath him coiled tighter. “I—” Elijah’s words caught in his throat when Matias pressed his mouth to the sharp line of his hip.

A single, teasing kiss.

Then another.

A shaky exhale followed. “You—” Elijah sucked in a breath as Matias flicked the button of his jeans open. “You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” Matias interrupted, voice edged with something dark and hungry. “Let me take care of you.”

With slow, practiced ease, he slid the zipper down, fingertips brushing against bare skin as he worked the jeans past narrow hips. A delicious little shudder ran through Elijah, his breath hitching when Matias guided the fabric down his thighs, leaving him in nothing but tight black boxer briefs that did little to hide how hard he already was.

Matias groaned, pressing a kiss against the jut of Elijah’s hipbone, his wolf near feral with the need to taste him.

And right now? He would.

Fingers skimmed the edge of Elijah’s briefs, barely a whisper of a touch, but it was enough to make his breath hitch. Matias loved how responsive his little bunny was, how every teasing stroke of his hands sent a new shiver through that beautifully warm skin.

A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at Matias’s lips. “So sensitive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just above the waistband. “I could spend hours discovering all the places that make you tremble.”

Elijah exhaled sharply, shifting against the mattress, his fingers twitching where they lay clenched at his sides. “You talk…” He swallowed, voice hoarse, edged with something unsteady. “You talk too much.”

Matias chuckled, letting his teeth scrape lightly over the sharp jut of Elijah’s hip before dragging his tongue over the same spot. “Do I?” he teased, hands sliding up strong thighs, parting them slightly. “Would you rather I”—a kiss pressed lower—“put this mouth to better use?”

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