Page 10 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
“How long do you plan to keep me?” There was a lonely note in his voice that nearly broke my heart.
He knew I’d be bonded to him for life. Didn’t he? Yet, he was still worried I’d reject him. That I wouldn’t want him.
“Forever,” I whispered. “You’re mine.”
His hot breath tickled my hair as he released the breath he must’ve been holding. “Yours.”
The man’s hips rocked against me once more, burying himself deep and finding his own release. My belly tightened with growing need as he swelled inside me, massaging and rubbing every inch of my tight channel.
Fletcher scooted down until his mouth was level with my breasts. His tongue swirled around my nipple, teasing and sucking until stars sparkled in my vision and my belly was heavy with the need for release. My body quivered with chills that swung wildly between lava hot and polar ice.
I squirmed, trying to escape the terrifying power of the frantic desire demanding release. “It’s too much! I’m going to pass out!”
“Let go.” The wolf’s mouth traveled up my neck toward my ear.
Was he crazy? It was like telling me to sky dive without a parachute.
“I can’t!” What if it tore me apart and I couldn’t put myself back together?
“You can.” Fletcher’s hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Come for us.”
And for the first time in my life, I obeyed a command.
There, in the safety of my hastily thrown together nest, between two men I’d tied myself to for the rest of my life, I leaped from the precipice into the tumultuous ecstasy, trusting them to catch me.
I’d never felt safer.
“Let her sleep!”
“She needs to eat.”
“If you interrupt her sleep, I’ll turn you into a dog toy!”
“You don’t have a dog!”
“I’ll get one! Now shut up before you wake her!”
“What’s your plan? Wait until the pain wakes her up again and she can’t eat? Our mate can’t live on sex alone.”
I’m willing to give it a try…The corner of my mouth twitched.
“I’m serious, man! Wake her up and I’ll kill you in your sleep tonight.”
Fletcher spoke up for the first time. “He’s joking. Right?”
“No,” the wolves answered in unison.
Fletcher laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension. “Do things with you two always escalate this fast?”
He’d always been a peacemaker. His gentle spirit was rare in our burrow, where males seemed to thrive on competition and domination.
“Fine. How about you hold her while I feed her?” my first wolf mate offered in compromise.
The muscles in the arm I was tucked beneath flexed as though preparing to choke whoever came within striking distance. “Wake her and your fate is sealed, buttsniffer.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing, thankful the blanket partially covered my face.
“Take it outside. There isn’t enough room in here for a dogfight,” Fletcher huffed. “Besides, she’s already awake.”
