Page 16 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
“They are fine. Now stop thinking.” Using the palm pressed to my belly, he lifted me from the blanket.
I barely had time to register his cock bumping against my soaked entrance before he buried himself inside me. Pinned to the floor, there was little I could do other than cry out his name as he took me hard from behind.
This wasn’t gentle lovemaking. It was raw, animalistic sex. A testosterone-filled warrior male claiming the reward of having protected his woman. And my inner shifter was eating it up… not that I had any complaints either.
Chills ran along my skin as Linc’s free hand brushed against my ribs, moving upward until he could cup my breast. The roughened skin of his thumb teased my nipple, causing my channel to spasm around his length.
“Linc!” It was all I could say as the man pounded our bodies together, driving us faster and faster toward the precipice.
“Mine,” he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses over my shoulder.
“I’m yours.” My eyes crossed as pleasure began rippling through me.
“Tell me.” He punctuated the order with a hard thrust of his hips.
It took me a minute to understand what he wanted me to say. “You’re mine.”
His hand moved down from my breast until it slid between my legs. “Say it again.”
The man was asking a lot of me. I was struggling to remember my name, let alone what we were talking about only moments before.
“Linc, you belong”—I gasped as his finger began stroking my clit—“to me.”
“Um-hmm.” His steady rhythm had me whimpering with the need for release.
“Mine for today and forever,” I assured him as blood pounded in my ears.
“Charlee, I want to mark you.” His voice was rough, but his words were so soft it took me a heartbeat to understand what he’d said.
“Then mark me.”
For the first time, he stumbled, missing a beat with his steady thrusts. “It means biting you. And I don’t want to scare you.”
The man could have ripped me apart when he’d found me in the tunnel with a knife. He’d had enough control to keep that from happening. I wasn’t scared anymore.
“Mark me.”
Linc’s cock jerked inside me and his chest rumbled with a sound that wasn’t quite human. His beast was close.
There was no warning before his teeth sank into my neck, but the instant they pierced my skin, my orgasm exploded like a grenade. My body tightened around Linc’s erection, squeezing him until he was jerking hard inside me. The sounds of our pleasure filled the cave as he swelled, locking us together.
As we lay there, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of sex, the soft thud of approaching paws came down the tunnel. I stiffened. Had a coyote somehow snuck past the wolves? Was someone from the pack about to find us naked?
“Relax. It’s Copeland,” Linc assured me, his words muffled against my neck.
Blinking in the dim light, I watched a brown wolf step out of the shadows. His tail swished across the floor as he moved close, presenting me with something that hung from his mouth.
“GREAT LOPPING LAPIN! You killed Fletcher!” I screamed, trying my best to scoot out from under Linc’s body.
“Sugar, calm down?—”
Dropping the bundle of slobber-covered black and white fur next to my face, Copeland lay down on his belly and whined.
“Or what? You’ll eat me too?” I demanded, struggling as he tried to hold me still.
Things were about to get real Watership Down in that cave, if you know what I mean. But the furball sat up with a grunt. Eying Copeland, he sat back on his hind feet and pulled an ear between his front paws as he tried to clean the wet fur.
I choked on a sob. “You’re alive!”
