Page 8 of Little Bunny

The man was a sexual menace. A danger who was effortlessly snaring Elijah. And good god, he was not only letting Matias, but he was also enjoying every goddamn second of it. Loving the way the guy’s tall, strong frame curled around his smaller one. The way Matias’s heat soaked into Elijah’s very being while his intoxicating scent invaded every inhaled breath.

“Pay attention to the lesson, temptress.” With Matias guiding his moves, Elijah shot three striped balls into the same pocket.

“I did it!” He pushed back, causing Matias to move out of the way. Then Elijah clapped and jumped in place, his grin so wide his cheeks hurt.

“That’s called cheating,” Percy whined, his bottom lip jutting out. Then those devilish dimples made an appearance, and something told Elijah he wasn’t going to like what Percy was about to say. “And the hottest lesson I have ever seen. Teach me next!”

Santiago snarled at the same time a feral growl ripped from Elijah’s throat. Oh my god! Where in the hell had that come from? Percy was his best friend. Elijah had never acted aggressively toward him. Ever.

Matias’s hands landed on Elijah’s hips, leaning in, whispering, “That was the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard. Are you staking your claim, conejito?”

Elijah most certainly was. Wasn’t! Shit, he wasn’t! Your drinks are officially cut off, buddy.

Matias was a temptation he needed to steer clear of. One, he’d just had his heart stomped on by Trent. Two… Elijah struggled to think of another reason, certain there was one but hell if it came to mind.

The way Matias gazed at him felt like a stamp of ownership, like he was already figuring out how fast they could make it to the nearest bed.

“I need air!” As drunk as he was, Elijah moved surprisingly fast through the tavern, heading straight for the exit while navigating through the crowd. “Excuse me. Excuse me. Move!” he shouted.

Suddenly, everyone parted like the Red Sea, leaving him a clear path to the door. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the reason they’d moved. Matias stood just outside the entrance to the back room, his intense gaze locked onto Elijah.

Terrified Elijah was now in charge, panicking big-time. Screw Percy’s advice. He wasn’t having a one-night stand with someone who could make an entire room obey him without uttering a single word. That spoke of a power far beyond Elijah’s comprehension.

Matias was a dangerous man, and Elijah wanted no part of him—even if every inch of his body begged him to turn around and surrender.

Chapter Three

“You gonna go after him?” Santiago arched a brow. “That was one hell of a show you put on, by the way.”

“No shit.” Matias was still staring at the entrance, trying to make sense of it all. Elijah had piqued his interest the moment he’d entered the tavern, looking like a scared little bunny walking into a den of wolves.

Matias had known full well who’d slapped the counter, but he’d already made up his mind to take the human to his bed even before Elijah had parked his cute ass on a stool. Big blue eyes, sandy-blond hair, and lips made for sin.

The seduction had been part of Matias’s plan. Make the male aware he was interested in taking things further. The human had been playing with a dominant male, an alpha whose wolf had been triggered the moment they’d touched.

After the way Elijah had jealously growled his claim, he needed to consider himself lucky Matias hadn’t bent him over the pool table and fucked his brains out.

But Matias didn’t chase. So why was he heading for the door?

“Call me if you need backup,” Santiago hollered, amusement in his voice.

Matias flipped him off over his shoulder. It wasn’t the flirting or the way Elijah had claimed him with that little growl that had Matias heading to his motorcycle.

One, Elijah was drunk, and Matias wanted to make sure he wasn’t trying to get behind the wheel. But the real reason was the look of fear in his eyes when he’d glanced at his phone earlier. How lost and vulnerable he’d appeared. Someone had put that look in his eyes, and Matias just wanted to make sure—

He stopped when he spotted Elijah leaning his back against the building, staring up at the night sky. Half of his face was concealed by shadows, but even from where Matias stood, he could see Elijah’s eyes shining with tears.

Moving slowly so he wouldn’t startle the guy, Matias settled next to him, stretching his legs out to seem smaller, less threatening. “Your pool game wasn’t that bad, conejito.”

Elijah huffed a small laugh and then sniffed, turning to wipe at his eyes. “Stalking me now?”

You triggered my wolf, and now it has you in its sights.

“Call it concern since you left my establishment three sheets to the wind.” Matias gently tapped their arms together. “You’re not planning on driving, are you?”

“I walked.” He sniffed again, cleared his throat, then folded his arms. A defensive pose. “I don’t live far from here.”

“It’s still dangerous for someone in your condition to walk home in the dark.” The human had no idea of the secret war waging right under his nose. Whether Elijah was involved with Matias’s pack or not, if his enemies saw Elijah leaving the tavern, they wouldn’t hesitate to snatch the human to find out if he held any real value to one of Matias’s pack members.

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