Page 8 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
“Compared to the worst of the heat, this is pure bliss.” She trembled and rested her forehead against my chest.
Scenting the air, I hummed in approval when I found the scent of her pain had nearly dissipated. It was temporary, and I knew it would be back, but for now, the demands of her heat had been satisfied.
I leaned back against the cave wall, barely noticing the jagged stones digging into my back. As gently as I could, I adjusted her so that she lay on my chest.
“You have to stop moving,” she gasped.
“Why is that, little rabbit?” I asked, barely hiding my smile.
Her soft pants and the way her body trembled had already given me the answer, but I wanted to hear her tell me.
“It’s just… every time you move, it causes me to…” she huffed. “I-I just didn’t realize it was possible to climax this many times in a row.”
“Such an innocent little rabbit,” I chuckled. “When you aren’t suffering through a heat, I can’t wait to show you just how many times I can make you come in one night.”
Judging by the strangled sound from her throat and the way her body clenched around my cock, she liked that idea. A lot.
“Close your eyes and rest while you can.” Holding her close, I stroked a hand down her slick, sweat-soaked hair. “You’re safe.”
Those precious hours of sleep were a much-needed break from the nightmare of my heat. I cried out as I was roused from the bliss of nothingness by violent spasms that caused my aching muscles to contort all over again. A large hand moved across my hip to rub my lower back, sending electricity sizzling across my skin.
My heart rate spiked as memories of the night before flashed through my mind. When my eyelids fluttered open and my vision cleared, I’d expected to find Fletcher’s eyes, or those of the wolf who’d coaxed me to sleep. Instead, I found an unfamiliar set of golden eyes watching me.
“Hello, sugar.” A slight southern drawl to his words caused my stomach to wobble like those tall Jello monstrosities that came from a cake mold.
“Hi—” My greeting turned to a hiss as knives stabbed at my internal organs.
Crap! If I didn’t want to experience the full brunt of the heat, I needed to take a quick hop to Pound Town.
“The pain is back.” He made it a statement, not a question.
I nodded in acknowledgement, then stopped as the room spun.
Warmth radiated from his palm as he rubbed my back, seeping into my skin like a hot water bottle. I wished I could tell him how nice it felt, but I was too focused on controlling my breathing to carry on a conversation.
“How can I help?”
A snort escaped before I could swallow it. We both knew the only thing that was going to get me through this hellish experience.
Instead of being offended, the man laughed, tiny lines appearing around his eyes. “Yeah. That was a stupid question.”
I wanted to laugh with him and get lost in his smile, but my inner shifter had no patience for romance. My temperature spiked, and my heart rattled against my ribs until I could hear nothing over the roar of blood in my ears. To my absolute horror, my body seemed to take on a life of its own, arching against him as though announcing that fast food wasn’t the only thing that came hot and ready.
“Mmm,” he hummed in appreciation.
His fingers dug into my back, hauling me against him, allowing me to feel his hard length burning my belly. I was left with no doubts about his readiness to serve.
Rather than throwing myself at yet another stranger, I probably should’ve searched for Fletcher or my first wolf mate. But there was a reason my rabbit’s favorite holiday was Christmas… because she was an absoluteho, ho, ho.
The man was willing, and we were able. Apparently, that was all that mattered when you were in heat.
My leg slid over his hip, positioning myself so his erection rested against my slit. It wouldn’t take much to angle my hips and let him slide in…
“A woman who knows what she wants is such a turn-on.” His hand moved from my back to cup my butt.
The blanket slid down to our waists, exposing me to his hungry gaze.
He was right. I knew what I wanted, but the past twenty-four hours had been the most awkward of my life. Nothing about the situation was comfortable or normal.
