Page 67 of My Revenant
“I’m already late.”
He pulled back from me, that pretty frown twisting his features.
I couldn’t fight the way my lips tugged in a smile.
“What are you so happy about?”
“Nothing… I just… I’ve never had anyone in my bed in the daylight before.”
Jonah seemed to consider that for a moment, finding it agreeable before he snuggled closer. “You won’t have anyone in your bed at all anymore,” he grumbled, and my chest warmed at the possessiveness in his words.
“Except you.”
“Except me.”
“Because you’re mine,” I couldn’t help but add, and Jonah groaned into my neck. “Because you’re mine?” I prompted him again, giving him a squeeze.
“I already said I was.”
“I wanna hear you say it again.”
“You already know.”
“I do, but I need to make sureyouknow. Who do you belong to, Rabbit?”
Silence.
I roughly grabbed a handful of his ass cheek. “Answer me.”
Jonah gasped out a sound suspiciously like a moan, but he still didn’t speak. I squeezed again, and this time it definitely sounded like a moan. He rocked his hips against me, seeking friction for his cock—which was always significantly more honest about what it wanted than my rabbit seemed able to be.
“Answer me, and…” I kissed the side of his head that wasn’t hidden away in my neck. “I’ll make you come.”
Jonah groaned, and I gave him some time to think it through. “You,” he whispered after a minute.
“What about me?” I couldn’t resist provoking him further.
“Urghhh. I belong toyou, Devil.”
“Good boy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Mmm, you first, Rabbit.”
Jonah shivered, his hips impatiently rocking against me again.
“Okay, okay, you’ll get what you want.” I pulled away from him, and he seemed unhappy about that until I grabbed his hips and rolled him onto his back. The blankets slipped down my back, exposing us to the cold morning air, but it didn’t matter, because I was about to make my rabbit feel a different kind of heat.
As Jonah came undone from my lips, my tongue, my throat—writhing in my sheets and making the most beautiful sounds—I knew I wanted to start every day this way.
I came over his flushed, sweat-damp skin when I finished myself off, looking down at the beautiful mess of him beneath me, covered in my cum, my marks. I wasn’t ever going to let him be without my marks on him again.
“Time to shower,” I told him, spanking his thigh lightly. His brow twitched as he decided whether he liked that or was offended by it before deciding on both. I made a mental note for next time. “Come on. Up. Or I’ll carry you.”
His lip curled in annoyance, but he knew I fully intended to follow through and finally got moving, shuffling out of bed and coming with me to the shower.
When the water was warm, I pulled him under the stream after me, closing us in with the curtain. Jonah was quiet until I lathered up the soap and brought it to his chest.
