Page 36 of The Rabbit's Foot
“More!”
Mal blew out a breath. Alp was loving this. For Mal, that was permission to take him hard. He grabbed Alp’s legs and jerked them into the air, exposing that beautiful ass. He gripped his cock and notched it at Alp’s hole, then thrust hard.
“Oh my fuck,” Alp moaned. “Do that again! More!” he demanded.
“Yes, my master,” Mal teased.
He held Alp’s legs in one hand and twisted him to the side slightly, then thrust over and over, loving every grunt and squeal and plea from Alp’s lips.
“I’m going to fuck you whenever I want, do you understand me? You’re my mate, and I’m going to have you.”
“Yes!” Alp cried. “Anytime, I swear.”
He opened his eyes and gazed up at Mal, who stuttered to a stop. In those eyes, Mal saw lust and longing, sure, but he also saw love and trust and… life. His life, with Alp, growing old together, falling deeper and deeper in love with every passing day.
It settled in his chest, and Mal knew with complete certainty he would do whatever he had to if it would only make Alp happy.
* * *
That cock. Oh, Maker. That amazing, thick, hard length sliding into him, hammering that spot. Mal had dissolved him into a whimpering mess. Who knew that sex was this amazing? Sure as hell not Alp. And if Mal thought sex was going to happen on his schedule, he was sorely mistaken, because Alp was a bunny, damn it, and they could go for hours and hours and never tire out.
Poor mate, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.
“This is pretty good,” Alp said, gazing up with affection at Mal. “Can you put a little effort in, though?”
Mal’s lip curled back, exposing his canines. This was what Alp was hoping for. He tilted his neck to the side, exposing the scar Mal had given him. He heard the intake of breath as Mal leaned in and sniffed the spot.
“That’s it. See where you’ve marked me? Imagine how good it would feel to do that again.”
Mal groaned and his thrusts increased. He gripped Alp’s hair and held his head steady. “Don’t fuck with me, Alp,” he warned.
“Uh, I think it’s you who’s fucking with me,” Alp reminded him, teasingly.
“Allllp” came the guttural growl.
“Do it, Mal. Mark me again. I want you to.”
He thought Mal would protest, but he didn’t. He lurched forward, burying himself deep inside of Alp, and latched his teeth onto Alp’s neck. As he lay there, licking the blood, Alp thrust up, burying Mal’s cock in him again. He wanted this, the two most intense feelings he’d ever had, combined into one.
Mal groaned and thrust in, meeting Alp’s upward one. Just when he thought it was impossible for it to be better, it was. He wrapped his legs around Mal’s waist and used that to lift himself as Mal thrust in harder than before, the movement rocking the bed. When he started grunting, Alp knew he was close. He reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock, jacking furiously. This seemed to inflame Mal, as he locked his hands on Alp’s hips and thrust viciously.
“Alllp.” The sound was dragged out of Mal, coming from the deepest recesses of his being, Alp knew. “Never felt like this. Never knew I could.”
“I love you, mate.”
And that was the trigger. Mal howled when he came, all sense of pacing lost. He rutted hard, deep, fast, and Alp fucking loved it. He squeezed his cock, and it erupted, spewing his load between them, squishing when Mal plunged into him, their stomachs rubbing together. Alp was lost in a haze between the most intense orgasm and the feelings of love pouring from Mal.
The movements slowed, but Mal stayed buried in Alp, still licking his neck. Finally, he rolled over and dragged Alp on top of him. He kissed him then, slowly, sensuously, languorously. Alp was cherished, and he knew that deep to his soul.
When he’d been a young boy, Alp had told his mother that he was going to marry a man. She smiled and said she knew, and that as long as he was happy, that should be all that mattered.
And now? He was mated—not quite married in the human sense—to the wolf who’d won his heart that day, but he had to wonder if it could last. If Mal was going to take the fight to Hyde, would he come back alive?
“Mal?”
“Yes, little one?”
Alp bit his lip to keep from sighing. He loved it when Mal referred to him as little one or called him his bunny. He might not notice the possessive way it was said, but Alp did, and it did the most delicious things to his insides.
