Page 5 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
The shift in pace drew another moan from my throat, and my nails dug at the blanket. The wolf nearest my face pushed his massive head beneath my hand, and as though they possessed a mind of their own, my fingers curled into his plush coat, relieved at having something to anchor myself with.
I whimpered as the pleasure in my core wound tighter with each harsh stroke, pushing us ever closer to the precipice. As my gaze locked with Fletcher’s, I sucked in my breath at what I saw there.
Love.
“Mine!” I screamed as the first wave of pleasure wove its way through the incessant pain of the heat.
“And you’re mine.” Fletcher buried himself deep one final time, his body jerking with release.
If he continued speaking, I couldn’t hear over the crashing waves of erotic bliss that battered my body. Unfortunately, while I was still trembling through my orgasm, the pleasure was violently shoved aside as my blood turned into a living lava that seared every nerve and muscle.
I hadn’t wanted Fletcher to worry after everything he’d risked to help me escape. And until that moment, I thought I’d been doing a good job of hiding just how much trouble I was in. But I’d reached the threshold of what I could bear, and the abrupt escalation was too much to process. My lips parted as I cried.
“Charlee!” Fletcher shouted, pushing away from me, his eyes scanning my body for injuries. “Did I hurt you? What can I do? Tell me how to help you!”
I couldn’t have answered if I’d wanted, because the second he’d pulled his body from mine, I’d lost the ability to do anything other than scream from the agony. That first scream was followed by a second and a third until my throat was raw and my ears rang from the echoing shrieks.
“There’s nothing more you can do. Move.” The man shouldered past Fletcher. He grabbed my chin in his rough palm, forcing me to look at him. “We both know I came here to mate you while providing protection. But before I do anything, I need to hear the words from your lips. Tell me you want this.”
His touch sent lightning sizzling through me.
Mine.
I wasn’t sure if it was the heat talking, the pool of desperation I was drowning in, or the tenderness in his brown eyes as his thumb gently stroked my jaw… but I knew I was going to marry this man. And it was going to happen in the next five minutes.
Fine, maybe not marriage in the traditional human sense of the word, but I was going to mate him and tie my heart to him until death did us part.
As I opened my mouth to answer, my muscles seized, sending me into a full-body cramp. My back arched, and unintelligible syllables spilled from my lips.
The fact that the men didn’t freak out over my impromptu reenactment of a horror movie exorcism was a testament to their bravery—or confirmation that men would risk it all if there was a chance of getting their willy wet.
The stranger hissed out a curse and slid his right hand under my back, supporting me. His left hand firmly brought my face back to look at him. “Let me help you! Just give me permission.”
I wanted to sit down and have a conversation about how our life together would look. What expectations he’d have of his mate. Did he truly understand that I was going to bond with him for the rest of my natural life?
For better or for worse, I was about to hop into an unknown future. One thing was for sure, it couldn’t be any worse than the terrible certainty of the future that awaited me if I stayed in the burrow.
The man dropped his head, pressing his face against the side of my neck and drawing my scent deep into his lungs. “Tell me you want this, little rabbit.”
“Y-You… are… mine.” It was a statement, and a warning. For me, there would be no going back.
The stranger sucked in a harsh breath and his muscles went taut as he held me. It was as though his body shut down as his mind processed my words.
Then, as blood pounded in my ears and pain like a thousand knives seemed to pierce my spine, the man came back to his senses. Raw power rippled around him, and his face settled into a mask of fierce protectiveness. My heat-addled brain couldn’t process what had caused it, but my body felt the shift in the air.
Danger. Danger. Danger. Every self-preservation instinct I possessed screamed.
Meanwhile, my ovaries took one look at the crinkle-cut-clit-stick between his legs and exploded in a shower of celebratory confetti.Yes, please.
Lifting me so that I straddled his waist and he was cradling me against his chest, my soon-to-be mate’s lips brushed against mine for the first time.
“Yes, I’m yours. And you are mine,” he murmured. “And never forget it. Because no matter how fast your pretty little tail can hop, you’ll never be able to outrun a wolf.”
Was that a threat, or a promise of lifetime devotion? I decided it didn’t matter as he slid his hand between our bodies, aligning himself with my slick entrance.
As he impaled me on his rigid length, I couldn’t even cry out his name… because I didn’t know it.
Holding my mate in my arms, I struggled to believe it was real and not a dream. She was perfect. Long hair the color of summer wheat framed her heart-shaped face. My mate looked up at me with bedroom eyes the color of a lush spring meadow, stealing my heart and soul on the spot.
