Page 54 of Little Bunny

Matias Salvador was now mated to his blue-eyed bunny. He would love, cherish, and protect what was his, thankful for the pool game that had changed his life.

Because it had been in that very moment when Elijah had claimed him and Matias’s wolf had claimed him right back. And the very same moment his conejito had stolen his heart.

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Elijah laughed as Matias grabbed him by his hips, pulling him back. “Where do you think you’re going, mi elegido?”

Finally, Elijah knew what that meant. My chosen. His mate had been giving him Spanish lessons over the past week. Pathetically, it had taken Elijah three full days just to learn how to roll his tongue. And he still messed it up at times.

His pronunciation of words? As “Spanish high school lessons” as it could get.

“I was heading to the shower.” He batted at Matias’s hands. “I have you all over me.”

A playful growl rumbled in Matias’s chest. “Who said I was done being all over you?”

The man was insatiable. When he had downtime, he had Elijah bent over somewhere. They’d nearly gotten busted in the kitchen late one night. That was when they’d started sneaking off to Matias’s house, but he hated to be far from his pack. So, the tavern was starting to feel more like a home than Matias’s house or Elijah’s apartment.

Elijah didn’t mind. The room was nice, spacious, and as long as he was with Matias, Elijah didn’t care where they spent their time.

“Are you ever satisfied?” he teased, groaning as Matias ghosted his lips along his jaw. Elijah was addicted to the whisker burn his mate’s trimmed beard always left behind.

“With you, never.” His hand slid over Elijah stomach, trailing lower. “It seems you aren’t either, conejito.”

Elijah hissed as a firm hand curled around his hard cock. He arched like a lazy cat stretching, his back to Matias’s chest.

A soft gasp left his lips as Matias tightened his grip, stroking him slow, measured, like he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did. Maybe in this moment, in this space, time didn’t exist beyond the press of Matias’s body against his own, beyond the heat coiling low in his belly.

“Elijah,” Matias murmured, the deep timbre of his voice curling around the name like a brand.

Lips found his neck, tongue tracing just behind his ear. Matias knew exactly what that did to him. A shudder racked through Elijah, his heart threatening to give out.

“Matias.” His name fell from Elijah’s lips like a breathless plea, but it wasn’t for mercy. Never for mercy.

He wanted more. Needed more.

One strong hand tipped his chin, tilting Elijah’s head back. A kiss, deep and searching, stole the air from his lungs. Matias took his time, drinking him in, savoring him. The rough drag of his palm along Elijah’s cock contrasted beautifully with the slow, teasing flick of his tongue. Matias always knew how to unravel him, how to drive him just to the edge before pulling him back, keeping him in the sweet torment of anticipation.

But Elijah wasn’t the only one unraveling. He felt it in the way Matias’s breathing had turned ragged, in the way his grip tightened like he didn’t want to let go, like letting go would be the end of him.

Matias leaned back just enough to guide Elijah forward, pressing him against the bed. The moment his hands and knees hit the mattress, Matias pushed inside him in one fluid stroke.

Elijah’s hands fisted in the sheets, a sharp moan spilling from his lips. The stretch was perfect, like they’d been made for this, for each other. A claim that had already been cemented in blood and bond but was reaffirmed every time they came together like this.

Matias groaned against his shoulder, fingers digging into Elijah’s hips as he sank deeper. “So fucking perfect, conejito.”

A slow roll of Matias’s hips sent a shiver racing through Elijah. Heat flooded through him, pooling low, burning him alive from the inside out.

God, he’d never get enough of this man.

Matias set a rhythm, deep and steady, each thrust deliberate, each motion dragging Elijah closer to that sweet oblivion. One hand slid up Elijah’s chest, fingers spreading wide, pressing against his heart like he could feel it hammering beneath his palm.

Like he could feel it beating for him.

Elijah turned his head, capturing Matias’s lips in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. It was messy, breathless, nothing refined or controlled about it. He wasn’t sure who was chasing who anymore, wasn’t sure if he was holding on to Matias or if Matias was holding on to him. Maybe both.

Pleasure built, sharp and unrelenting, winding him tighter and tighter until he was on the verge of breaking. His fingers clawed at the sheets, at Matias’s forearm still splayed across his chest.

His thrusts grew rougher, his cock driving deeper, his growls turning guttural as if his wolf clawed for full possession. The grip around Elijah’s cock tightened, stroking in perfect rhythm with every plunge inside his ass. The tension in Elijah’s body coiled tighter and tighter, breathless whimpers escaping his lips as pleasure crashed through him like a storm surge.

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