Page 29 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
Keeping him pinned, I watched from the corner of my eye as she dropped to her knees.
“I enjoy teasing, but never when it is over a moment of intimacy with my mates. How can we be vulnerable with each other if we have to worry about being judged?” She practically purred each word in his ear.
When her fingers teased across the creamy fur of Copeland’s stomach, his chest rumbled with a sound of pure delight. It took everything in me to keep from drawing blood over his idiotic behavior. He’d made such a big deal out of a belly rub and then had the audacity to melt at the first touch of her hand? Or was my irritation because it wasn’t my stomach getting petted?
Releasing his neck, I sat back and watched.
“See? It’s not so bad, huh?” She scratched more enthusiastically.
Copeland’s tail swished the floor like he was a freaking golden retriever instead of a wolf. Charlee laughed and went to place a kiss on his belly, only to gasp when he shifted back to his human form and her lips pressed against his abs.
“Just so you know, I never minded having you pet me.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled Charlee down on top of him. “I’m down for having you rub my belly—or anywhere else—whenever you want.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “I don’t understand. You seemed pretty against it… almost mad.”
“Little rabbit, I could never be upset with you.” Copeland kissed the tip of her nose. “But it was hot-as-Hades seeing you get all bossy.”
“That was all an act?” Charlee pushed against his chest as she sat up and glowered down at him. “Just to mess with me?”
“No.” Copeland rolled to his side and propped himself up with an elbow. “Because it pleased you to tell me what to do. And having the power of a horse-sized wolf ready to do your bidding thrilled you.”
Her cheeks blossomed a brilliant crimson.
He was right. She’d liked having control. My heart ached as I realized it was something she’d never had back at her burrow.
Copeland sat up. Threading his fingers through my hair, he pulled my mouth close to his.
“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll apologize.” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke.
I could try to deny it, but he was telling the truth. For the first time in my life, I’d felt brave, powerful, and in control. I’d felt safe and untouchable.
Either of the wolves could have snapped me like a twig or ripped out my vocal cords, yet they’d let me believe I was in charge. Even though I was trapped in a room with two larger-than-life wolves, I didn’t experience a fraction of the fear that swamped my being every time I faced the council. It was a mind-bending fluster cluck.
“I liked it. A lot.” My words were almost too soft to hear. “Control isn’t something I’m used to possessing.”
Copeland’s deep laugh sent a wave of slick heat straight between my thighs. “Obeying orders isn’t something wolves are good at, unless those orders come from their alpha. But our wolves are eager to please you, and we’ll happily follow your every command.”
Linc’s large wolf circled us, rubbing against my back as Copeland brushed his lips against mine in a featherlight kiss.
“And let me tell you a secret,” Copeland murmured against my skin as his lips traveled down my neck. “I was jealous of how much attention Linc was getting, so I took a gamble on the fastest way to steal your focus and it paid off.”
“Are you serious?” I spluttered, pushing away from him while trying to hide a laugh. “You’re awful!”
“It worked.” Copeland shrugged. “And I have no shame.”
“How dare you interrupt my tummy rubs! I demand more.” Linc’s human arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against his chest.
I jumped in surprise, shocked that I hadn’t noticed him shift.
He spun me around so that I straddled his lap.
His very naked lap.
Linc’s strong fingers circled my wrists, pulling them forward so that my hands rested against his chest. “But this time in my human form.”
He began moving my hands so that they slid over his pecs and down his abs. My breath caught as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that this inhumanely beautiful man desired me. I’d thought my first experience with sex would be with balding, overweight men who were at least a couple of decades older than me. Instead, I was with a man who might as well have been a fallen angel.
“Your heat is building strength again.” Linc laid back on the stack of blankets and grinned up at me. “We don’t want to riskyou being in pain any more than you need to. So take what you want. Use me.”
