Page 9 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
As though sensing my thoughts, the man switched my position in a move so smooth I thought it must have been magic. My back now pressed against his chest while I faced a sleeping Fletcher.
“You can ask him to breed you. He fell asleep when you did and hasn’t moved a muscle since.”
“Fletcher hasn’t slept much since we escaped. He stayed awake to guard me,” I whispered, noting the dark circles beneath his eyes. “He needs to save his energy.”
Rabbit males weren’t built to breed a female back-to-back. It was why females needed a fluffle to get them through a full heat. With the added stress of getting me to safety, he needed to rest. But the pain wasn’t going to wait, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming and waking him.
“Do you want me?” The wolf shifter’s mouth teased along the curve of my ear.
“Yes.” It was the truth.
Heat or not, I wouldn’t have had the strength to refuse what he was offering. Who could have blamed me? With his tanned skin, the 5 o’clock shadow on his square jaw, and messy brown hair, he looked as though he spent his days working cattle andriding horses. He even had the calloused palms and farm-earned muscles to finish the look.
Yep. The man was sexy as sin, and every woman on earth would’ve had lifelong regrets if she turned down an opportunity like that one.
A hand slid over my hip and down to the apex of my thighs. His fingers rested against me, not moving, but still driving me crazy.
“If we mate, I might want to keep you,” he teased.
“Cool, cool.” I gasped as he dipped a single finger inside me.
“Sugar, you are so wet.” He slipped a second finger inside me.
I could do nothing but whimper as he stroked, slowly at first but picking up speed until he found the rhythm that drove me wild. My hips twitched, seeking friction as my release coiled tighter with each pump of his fingers.
“It’s a shame all that sweet cream is being wasted.” His mouth sucked and nipped along my neck. “I can’t wait to spend a night between your legs, savoring your taste.”
That was all it took. I moaned as a stranger’s touch gave me the most intimate of pleasures. Despite my efforts to be quiet, Fletcher’s eyes opened, locking with mine, and then the wolf behind me.
“What’s going on?” His voice was husky with sleep.
“Kiss her,” the wolf ordered, not bothering with niceties or even simple courtesy.
Fletcher didn’t need to be told twice. Rolling toward me, the men sandwiched me between their bodies. I nearly whined at the loss of the man’s fingers, but it changed to a moan as he buried himself inside me. Fletcher’s mouth captured my moans as the wolf’s hips rocked, stretching and stroking every hidden inch of me.
My cheeks burned with feverish need and embarrassment over how turned on I was by the situation. A stranger’s cock wasfilling me and his fingers had returned to add delicious friction, while Fletcher, my lifelong crush, sucked my bottom lip as his hand cupped my aching breast. It was dirty and beautiful all at the same time, and I was greedily taking everything they offered me.
When Fletcher’s thumb flicked across my nipple, I arched into him, pushing my butt back against the wolf. He responded with a groan, his hips grinding against me as he thrust deep. He trailed kisses along my bare shoulders, and although he tried to be discreet, I caught the swirl of his tongue as he greedily lapped at the sweet aphrodisiac that coated my skin.
I had to hand it to the men. They made a great team, and they were learning how to bring me to climax faster with each coupling. It was a good thing when it came to sating the demands of my heat, but I worried about my long-term stamina when the heat was over.
“I’m going to—” Pleasure erupted, stealing away my breath before I could complete my sentence.
Fletcher caught my chin, drinking in my face. “You’re so beautiful.”
As I fought to keep my heavy-lidded eyes open, I wondered if he’d think the same if I lost the battle to keep my eyes from crossing. Combined with the drool caused by their hot bodies and the crazy bed-hair all around my face, I was sure I looked super attractive.
“Charlee, do you want me to pull out?” The wolf’s words were harsh, and his breathing was coming in ragged pants.
“No. Stay.” I didn’t even need to think about the answer. Sliding my hand down, I interlaced my fingers with his and rested them against my stomach.
The man tightened his arm around me, as though he were trying to merge us into one being. The fragrance of towering oak trees and moss-covered earth enveloped me. His body dwarfedmine, and the muscles in his arms flexed with restrained power, yet he held me with such gentleness.
For a moment, the demands of my shifter nature disappeared, allowing me to experience the comforting warmth of his embrace. “I want all of you.”
“How long?” His words were soft, his voice smooth as whiskey.
“What?” I asked, not understanding his question.
