Page 6 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
When Linc and I had been on our way to help, we knew the female would become our mate. It hadn’t mattered in the least what she’d look like. All we needed to know was that she was going through a heat that would likely kill her without intervention, and we would have a mate.
Someone who needed us. Someone to call ours. Someone to love.
Her appearance didn’t matter, but one thing had me questioning our compatibility. She was tiny, just like Monroe and Ellora. I’d never ceased being shocked at how small theywere compared to wolf shifters. Now, holding the female meant to be mine, I was terrified. Not of lifelong commitment, but of accidentally breaking her.
The alpha and Monroe had explained how heat worked for female rabbits, wanting to make sure we knew Charlee would bond to us during sex. While I was overjoyed to have the gift of a mate drop into my lap, the unfairness of the situation broke my heart.
Charlee wouldn’t get to experience the romance of dating and deciding if we were worthy of a one-night stand, let alone men who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She had to give her heart and body to strangers in order to survive because her only other choice was death.
“You are mine.”
Her words had left me breathless and determined to make sure she never regretted trusting me.
She could’ve uttered a simpleyes, giving me permission to assist her during the heat, but she’d done more than that. Charlee claimed me before we had sex, before her rabbit had even bonded to me.
I’d been fighting my wolf for control, barely keeping him from ripping the male rabbit away from our beautiful mate’s body. At her words, he forgot all about the male shifter and howled in delight.
She is ours.
Looking into her tear-stained, but trusting face, centuries of shifter energy welled up in my chest.
Mine to protect.
My tongue slid across my bottom lip, pausing at the sweet taste left behind from that soft brush of her mouth against mine.
Mine to love.
Her body trembled, and I moved my hand against her slick skin, trying to better support her. Drawing in a deep breath, Itasted the air, filtering out the sugary fragrance of her heat. The sour scent of fear caused my chest to rumble in displeasure. It was faint, but knowing she was afraid of Linc and I had my heart spasming. It was understandable, even expected, but that didn’t stop me from despising the position my mate had been put in. One where she was bonding with a stranger—worse, a beast she instinctively feared.
When the acrid odor of her pain hit me, I forgot all about her lingering fear.
So. Much. Pain.
When experiencing physical trauma, the body released chemicals that were undetectable to humans. For a wolf shifter, those chemicals painted a vivid picture of what the sufferer was going through. Her heat was literally destroying itself from the inside out, and she was hiding it with the strength of a seasoned soldier on a battlefield.
Mine to please.
My hand slid between our bodies. There would be plenty of time for me to rectify the things that had been stolen from my mate. At that moment, I needed to focus on satisfying her beast.
Gripping my cock, I stroked it down her soaked slit. Charlee’s moan sent a ripple down my body as the invisible hair beneath my skin rose.
Satisfied she was wet enough to take me without tearing, I pushed inside her tight heat. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she placed kisses across my neck and chest, each more frantic than the last. She was still holding herself back, just as she had with the rabbit male.
Gripping her hips, I ground against her, loving the way her body molded against mine. “You won’t hurt me, little rabbit. Wolves have thick skin.”
In response, she uncurled her fingers from the tight fists and raked her nails against my skin.
“Yes,” I hissed, my cock swelling at the delicious sensations stirred by my mate’s touch.
My wolf whined as her breathing turned to rapid, shallow pants. Was it from pleasure or pain? Once more, I drew her scent into my lungs, barely suppressing a moan. Did she realize how incredibly intoxicating her scent was? Focusing through the lust, I got my answer. It was both.
My mate was suffering, and I was moving as slowly as the male rabbit had earlier. I could explore her body later, but she needed me to focus on taming her heat.
“Hold on, love.” Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lifted her from my length. Just before I sprang free, I thrust my hips upward and brought her down. Hard. Continuing our rhythmic lap dance, I focused on shifting my hips with each stroke, watching her reaction, hoping to find the position that gave her the most pleasure.
Sweat beaded along her hairline and dripped down her forehead, causing her long blonde hair to stick to her flushed face and neck.
Her petal-pink lips were puffy from being kissed by the male rabbit. Just thinking of him had my chest rattling with a growl.
