Page 32 of The Rabbit's Foot
It was a good thing Mal had a grip on him, or Alp would have melted into the grass.
“Sure, we can try. Promise me, though. If I ask you to stop, you will.”
“I will do my best to never hurt you. Didn’t you hear me promise your mother?”
He had, and Alp knew it wasn’t in Mal to lie. “Okay, let’s do it.”
As soon as Mal had him inside, he nudged the door closed with his heavy boot. If Alp thought Mal would toss him on the bed, he was mistaken. Mal leaned over and placed Alp on the mattress as if he was the most precious thing on earth. He briefly wondered if he could ever be worthy of a First.
“You are… simply stunning,” Mal breathed out. “I’m in awe of your sea-green eyes, so much different from your rabbit’s. And your hair, which is as yellow and soft as spun gold.” He stroked a hand down Alp’s side, raising goose bumps. “But this? It’s as beautiful as anything I’ve ever seen. It takes my breath away.”
Laid bare by the searching gaze, Alp slid his residual limb under the comforter.
“What are you doing, little one?” Mal demanded, spearing Alp with a sharp stare.
Alp turned his head away. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his cheeks warming. “I know it’s awful to look at, and—”
When Mal leaned over and pressed their mouths together, Alp whimpered. He chased Mal’s lips when he stood back up.
“You are stunning, Alp. You are incredible. You are mine. Your hand is a symbol of your strength. Many would have given up, but you fought. You proved yourself stronger than those who held you. I couldn’t ask for a more amazing mate.”
Certain there was untruth in the words, Alp stared into Mal’s face. What he saw made him gasp. Not only did Mal mean it, but love shone in those eyes. It took his breath away to have someone looking at him the way Mal did.
“I love you, little rabbit.”
And to his core Alp believedthatwas the truth.
“Now, slide your skinny ass over and let me in the bed so I can proceed to ravage you properly.” He winked. “I want to be with you, Alp. In whatever way you’re comfortable with.”
Never in his life had Alp felt cherished. Sure, his parents and his family loved him, but again, one of many. Right now, he had Mal’s full attention, and he couldn’t believe this First wolf was his.
“This isn’t a dream, right?”
Mal grinned as he reached out and gave Alp’s nipple a twist. Alp hissed and arched his back. It wasn’t painful, but fuck, it was erotic.
“You like your nipples touched? Noted. What about this?” Mal asked, leaning in to nibble on Alp’s neck.
“Oh, fuck,” Alp gasped.
As he licked and sucked, Mal’s hand slid over Alp’s chest, down to his stomach, and finally nestling in his pubic hair. Then a hot, rough hand encircled Alp’s shaft.
“Oh, Maker!” Alp cried, as the first hand to ever touch him sent indescribable feelings through him.
“Do you like me touching you, Alp?”
“Yes, oh Maker, yes.” He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Mal. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Oh, no. You and me? We’re just getting started.”
Alp wondered if he could die from pleasure. Mal’s hands were everywhere, touching everything. He let them slide over Alp’s hip, his shoulders, his face, his neck. And damned if every time he did, Alp whined.
“It seems to me your entire body is an erogenous zone,” Mal said with a chuckle. “Though there are still a few places I need to check.”
Alp took a deep breath waiting for the next onslaught of feelings and emotions. When something warm and wet brushed over his cock head, Alp snapped his head up to find a grinning Mal swirling his tongue over Alp’s heated flesh. He now understood why Mal hadn’t seemed to know what to do with his hands. All Alp wanted was to grab Mal’s ears and thrust deep, but he lay there, his chest heaving as he tried to draw a steadying breath.
A man—his mate—was sucking Alp’s cock. And it waswaybetter than his hand had ever felt.
“Oh, fuck. Mal, please.”
