Page 4 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
Since this was my first heat, I wasn’t exactly an expert, but I didn’t think what I was feeling was part of the normal experience. With Fletcher’s hands traveling across my skin, his mouth on mine, and his hard length filling me, shouldn’t I have been elated? Where were the feel-good emotions and delicious sensations I was told would come with my first matings? Why was the dark need roiling beneath my skin going from a shimmer to a boiling liquid?
I was pretty sure I could guess at the reason. Thanks to our harrowing escape, my heat had come early. And with my body fatigued from stress, near starvation, and lack of sleep, I didn’t have the physical or mental reserves I needed to handle the heat’s demands.
“Faster. Harder,” I begged, wrapping my legs around his lower back. “Please.”
No longer trusting myself not to bite Fletcher from pain or accidental aggression, I turned my face away from his. Maybe if he filled me, the thing would retreat—or at least let me put a muzzle back on it. For both our safety.
A snarl echoed down the tunnel. The soft thud of heavy paws sent a chill racing down my spine, adding to my already overloaded senses. Even though I knew these wolves had been sent by Monroe to ensure my well-being, I struggled against the instinct to bolt for safety at the approach of a predator.
The two wolves emerged from the dark tunnel, their terrifying shadows stretching up the cave walls thanks to the orb’s glow. Fletcher’s head snapped toward the entrance, his body motionless. Which totally sucked duck butt, because the instant he stopped moving, agony exploded inside me like a bomb, sending shrapnel slicing through every muscle and organ.
“Fletcher! Don’t stop!” I shrieked, tears spilling down my cheeks.
Violent tremors shook my body as I fought the wildness that urged me to take what I needed and make him mine. After all, he wanted me and he’d agreed to this. So where was the problem with making it happen as fast as paranormally possible? Besides, he’d get an orgasm either way.
Great. My beast has lost any semblance of trying to be romantic.
My back arched off the floor as tiny knives seemed to pierce my skin, reminding me I was in a fight for survival. Romance could come later.
Fletcher pushed himself back inside me, his movements wooden and far too slow for my liking as his attention focused on the two predators that circled us. Their sides heaved as they drew in my scent, tasting the air.
One wolf stepped close, flashing sharp canines as his long tongue licked across his muzzle. Each pant sent his hot breath teasing across the skin of my neck and chest. He was so much bigger than I thought a wolf would be, and my lungs deflated as I realized he could rip out my throat before I could utter a single scream. I waited, body trembling from a violent cocktail of the heat and raw terror, to see what the beast would do.
His wet tongue stroked my cheek, roughly licking away the salty tears.
I’m here.
He hadn’t spoken the words, but I read them in his eyes.
Chest rumbling with a low snarl, he turned toward Fletcher, the yellow glow of his eyes having nothing to do with the light from the orb.
My heart twisted with a new fear. Just because I was safe, it didn’t mean Fletcher would be protected. If they saw him as competition for food or sex, would their beasts drive them to eliminate him?
Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around Fletcher’s neck. “He’s mine. Don’t hurt him!” The words came out as a hoarse, shaky plea rather than the command I’d intended, but I hoped the wolf understood my intent.
“Ah!” Fletcher yelped, jerking forward and driving himself hard into me. “He bit me!”
I moaned in pleasure. Yes. This is what I craved—what I needed.
Then Fletcher’s words pierced the fog of lust that clouded my brain. Blinking away the sweat that dripped into my eyes, I caught the glint of eyes behind Fletcher.
The wolf dropped his head, and Fletcher jerked hard, grinding against me. With what remained of my humanity, I knew I should have been worried, but I almost wished the wolf would keep it up and spur Fletcher into action. I needed things to get fast and furious before I lost my tenuous grip on sanity.
“Don’t eat him,” I whimpered, wanting to protect Fletcher but struggling to form words. “If you have to eat someone, eat me instead.”
It was meant to be self-sacrificing, but the image that flashed in my mind was the complete opposite.
“I plan to. Over and over.” A low laugh came from the darkness behind Fletcher. “Either finish the job you started or get out of the way, Bunny Boy.”
Anger burned away the fear that had lurked in Fletcher’s eyes since the wolves had joined us. “Who are you to give me an order? You don’t even know her!”
The stranger’s laugh was sinfully sexy. “I know that you have your mate in tears and begging for release while you act as though you’re on a stroll looking for field mice.”
Fletcher snarled something I couldn’t make out, then he turned his full attention back to me. This time, his movements were rough, tinged with his anger over having his ability to satisfy me questioned. I should’ve been upset on his behalf, but I was losing my ability to form cohesive thoughts.
“Yes!” Realizing I’d dug my nails into his shoulders and was likely about to draw blood, I dropped them to my sides.
“There. That wasn’t so hard. Was it?” Arrogance dripped from each sarcastic word, something Fletcher no doubt picked up on if his harsh breathing and fingers digging into my hips as he drove himself into me was anything to judge by.
