Page 37 of Little Bunny

Matias licked behind his ear. Elijah gasped, body jerking.

The laugh Matias let out was filthy. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with that.”

“Fuck you,” Elijah panted.

Matias grinned. “You are.”

Then he drove in deep, grinding against Elijah’s prostate in a way that shattered every thought in his head. The pace quickened, steady and punishing. Each thrust knocked the breath from his lungs, dragged a moan from his lips, pushed him closer to the edge.

He was falling apart, and Matias was loving it. But Elijah wasn’t going down without a fight.

Through the haze of pleasure, he tightened his ring of muscle around Matias’s cock, rolling his hips, testing to see how far he could push him. The growl that tore from Matias’s throat was primal, his eyes glowing. Then his grip tightened, and everything spiraled.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Every nerve in Elijah’s body was on fire, burning hotter with each deep, relentless thrust. His fingers dug into Matias’s back, nails raking down broad, sweat-slicked muscles, desperate to hold on, to anchor himself.

But there was no holding on. Matias had him completely undone.

“Elijah,” Matias murmured against his neck, his voice a rough, ragged growl. A warning. A promise. He felt Matias’s hand in his hair, tilting his head to the side, exposing his throat. His instincts should have told him to resist. To pull away. But he didn’t.

He couldn’t. Matias had him wrapped in something too deep, too raw. The press of lips against his shoulder was soft, almost tender. A tease that made his body tighten even more.

Then Matias bit down. Pain. Pleasure. White-hot, earth-imploding ecstasy. Elijah shattered.

A strangled cry tore from his throat as his body locked up, pleasure detonating through him. His orgasm ripped through him, his body clenching hard around Matias, dragging the wolf over the edge with him.

Matias snarled, his hold tightening, his cock pulsing deep inside Elijah. The sound of his guttural grunt vibrated against Elijah’s skin.

Somewhere in the haze, he felt Matias’s tongue swipe over his shoulder, over the place where sharp canines had sunk in, soothing the sting. Something inside Elijah shifted. Like, almost… a click? But that wasn’t right. A fullness? Elijah struggled to name the feeling.

“Mine,” Matias murmured, nuzzling Elijah’s neck. “My little bunny. Mi elegido.”

The whole mate thing. Matias just claimed him.

Before Elijah could process it, something chimed, followed by Matias’s curse. Keeping an arm around Elijah, he leaned over the bed and grabbed something from his jeans then pulled back with his phone in his hand.

* * * *

With a deep sigh, Matias read the text.

Looks like rain. Devil in the details. Could use some pitchforks for possible roast.

Santiago had even shared his location.

Matias’s jaw clenched. “Mierda.”

What the hell was Diablo up to? And why were they so close to cheetah territory?

As much as he hated to leave Elijah—because Matias had wanted to take things even further—he couldn’t ignore Santiago’s message. Talk about the worst goddamn timing.

“You have to go.”

He kissed Elijah, quick but hard. “Stay here,” he ordered, his dominance snapping into place. “Don’t leave the tavern.”

Elijah nipped Matias’s bottom lip, blushing, causing Matias to growl. Matias felt possessiveness, frustration, and desire all tangled together.

“I won’t.” He gripped Matias’s wrist, concern in his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“No.” He gave his bunny one last kiss before he slipped from the bed—a silent acknowledgment that he wanted to stay, but he had no choice.

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