Page 31 of Little Bunny

Elijah swallowed hard, thighs quivering. “Want you,” he admitted, voice raw. “Want your fingers— Fuck, Matias, stop teasing me.”

His little bunny was demanding now. Bold. Good.

Matias held Elijah’s gaze as he pressed a finger against his entrance, slow and firm. The tight ring of muscle clenched instinctively. Matias groaned, his own cock pulsing in his jeans, desperate for relief.

He dipped his head again, tongue flicking out to trace over the head of Elijah’s cock while he wet his fingers. “Relax for me, baby,” he ordered, voice a velvet command. “Let me in.”

Elijah exhaled a shaky breath, fingers flexing in Matias’s hair as he tried to stay still.

Matias pushed forward, just the tip of one finger pressing inside. Heat. Tight, clenching heat. His cock throbbed with the thought of being buried deep inside, of stretching Elijah open on his length. But not yet.

He moved slow, making shallow strokes, coaxing his bunny to open for him. His mouth worked Elijah’s cock, sucking, swirling, teasing the slit with precise, tormenting flicks of his tongue.

“Oh fuck—” Elijah arched, muscles taut, legs trembling. His head fell back, and Matias felt the moment Elijah gave in, the tight muscles loosening, allowing him deeper.

“That’s it,” Matias praised, slipping further inside, rubbing slow, gentle circles. “Taking me so well, conejito.”

Elijah moaned, voice breaking apart, gripping Matias’s shoulders like he was drowning in pleasure. Matias slid his finger deeper, curling just slightly, searching. There.

Elijah cried out, his entire body jerking, nails digging into Matias’s skin.

Matias smirked. Found it.

Keeping his mouth hot and wet around Elijah’s cock, he worked his finger in slow, deep strokes, teasing that perfect spot inside Elijah, drawing out sounds that made his own control unravel.

Elijah was gone—panting, twisting, completely at Matias’s mercy.

And fuck if that didn’t make Matias harder than he’d ever been in his life.

A shuddering breath escaped Elijah as Matias kept up the slow, devastating rhythm of his finger, stretching him with steady, deliberate strokes. Beneath him, his little bunny trembled, thighs spread, lips parted in a soft, breathless moan. Matias could watch him like this for hours. He could drown in the sight of Elijah unraveling beneath his touch.

But this was only the beginning.

Sliding up Elijah’s body, he let his lips trail over sweat-damp skin, nipping at his collarbone before pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his throat. The sound Elijah made—a helpless, aching whimper—sent a bolt of pure hunger straight to Matias’s cock.

He had to slow down. Had to ground Elijah before they took that final step.

His free hand soothed over the human’s trembling side, palm sliding down to splay possessively over his hip. “You don’t know what you’ve done to me, cariño,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just beneath Elijah’s ear, where the skin was warm and sensitive. His bunny shuddered at the touch, body tightening beneath him. “My wolf has chosen you.”

Elijah’s breath hitched, but Matias didn’t let him retreat into panic. He kissed a slow path down his neck, lips lingering at his pulse, feeling the frantic beat beneath his tongue. “This isn’t about fate. Not some instant, predestined bond. I chose you. My wolf chose you.”

Fingertips skimmed Elijah’s jaw, tilting his face toward him. Their eyes met—blue eyes, wide and wary, searching for the lie.

Matias gave him none.

“Elijah,” he continued, voice steady, lips brushing against soft skin as he spoke. “A mate isn’t a leash. It’s not a trap. It’s worship. Protection. Love in its truest form.” He pressed a kiss to Elijah’s temple. “Your happiness will always come first. Your pleasure. Your safety. A mate is a vow—one that I will never break.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken things.

Then, so softly Matias barely heard it, Elijah whispered, “That’s what he said, too.”

Something cold settled in Matias’s gut. He didn’t ask. Just waited. Kissed Elijah’s jaw, waiting for him to say what he needed to say.

The exhale that came from his bunny was uneven, but he kept going. “Trent told me everything I wanted to hear. That I was precious. That I mattered.” A humorless laugh. “Then he told my neighbor all the dirty little details behind my back. Made me into a joke.”

Matias froze.

Elijah swallowed hard. “So forgive me if trusting that this”—he gestured between them, a flicker of pain crossing his face—“isn’t just another illusion. I want to believe you. I do.” A shake of his head. “But I believed him too.”

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