Page 24 of The Rabbit's Foot
“You’re shivering,” Mal said, reaching up and stroking a hand over Alp’s hair. “Are you cold? Do you want me to get another blanket?”
“No, I’m okay.”
“You’re crap at lying, I hope you realize this. Come here, little one.” Mal slid an arm over Alp and tugged him closer. It was so different sleeping with Mal than it had been with the wolf. Where the wolf was big, Mal was massive. His body dwarfed Alp’s by more than a bit. As he lay there, held close to Mal, Alp could feel the steady beat of Mal’s heart thudding against his back. Mal’s hand was fanned over Alp’s chest, his fingers splayed so the whole area was covered.
Unable to stand it anymore, Alp turned in Mal’s arms and buried his face in the hairy chest. He had no idea what he was doing. The most he’d ever done with another guy was hold his hand, and that was helping Mr. Welling cross the street when he was eleven. Beyond that? Not one thing. Tentatively, Alp reached out and stroked a finger over Mal’s chest, shivering at the way the skin rippled. He leaned in and inhaled, a calm washing over him as Mal’s scent filled his lungs. When a large hand cupped the back of Alp’s head and pulled him in tighter, Alp went with it. He nibbled the skin, pleased when Mal groaned.
“Alp” came the husky plea. “You need to stop.”
The fuck Alp did. He scooted down farther in the bed, planting kisses on every piece of exposed skin he could. Throughout it, Mal seemed to not know what to do with his hands as he alternated between pushing down on Alp’s head or trying to move him away. It was funny, he thought. Here he was, a tiny little rabbit, and he was making the big wolf whimper and plead.
Lower still. By now, Mal’s erection was standing tall and proud. Alp couldn’t believe the size, but then, why shouldn’t he? Everything about Mal was larger than life, and had been since the day he burst into the clearing and killed the men who would have dragged Alp back to hell.
A tiny droplet of moisture beaded on the head of Mal’s cock. Alp leaned in and sniffed, then tentatively stuck his tongue out and swiped it over the slit.
“Ooh, fuck! Alp, no. Don’t do that.”
Alp ignored him and opened his mouth wide to get more of the syrupy goodness that Mal was making. He closed his lips around the head and hummed as he was rewarded with a sweet and tangy surprise. Now Mal seemed to have made up his mind, as he put both hands on the back of Alp’s head and pushed him down.
“For fuck’s sake, Alp. Stop,” Mal whimpered. “Please.”
It was a dichotomy. Mal’s mouth said stop, but his hands made it known that no way in hell was that an option. He pressed harder, and Alp opened wider. He knew he couldn’t take the whole thing. He doubted there was anyone who could. Alp wrapped a hand around the straining shaft, and Mal seemed to understand. Instead of trying to get Alp to take more or thrusting up, he held Alp steady so only the head was in his mouth.
“Suck me,” he begged.
It took a little work, but Alp found a rhythm, stroking a hand up the shaft as he slid his mouth down. By now, Mal was gasping for breath, and Alp’s name became a litany as he whispered it over and over.
“You need to stop. I’m going to cum,” Mal said, as he pushed Alp away.
Screw that. Alp had worked too hard for this, and he wasn’t going to be denied. He gripped the shaft harder and sucked for all he was worth. A few moments later, Mal groaned, and the first spurts of his orgasm squirted into Alp’s hungry mouth. He swallowed greedily, delighting in the musky-sweet flavor. When Mal was spent, he collapsed against the bed, an arm over his eyes.
“You shouldn’t have done that, little one,” he rasped.
Alp didn’t care what Mal said. He’d done it, and he loved it. Oh, and he wanted to do it again. He ran a hand over Mal’s chest, now glistening with sweat. He loved the feeling of the muscles beneath his hands, the raw strength they held. He wanted to feel those amazing fingers on his body.
“You didn’t like it?” Alp asked, unable to suppress the smirk.
Instead of answering, Mal lurched up and grabbed Alp around the waist. Alp yelped, not afraid, but surprised. In a very efficient move, he had Alp on his back and was hovering over him, his eyes glinting in the light.
“I told you to stop,” Mal said, his voice low, a threat in his words.
“And yet you liked it.”
Mal scowled, and Alp found it insanely hot. “You…. You….”
He reached out, slid a hand beneath Alp’s neck, and yanked him up. When Mal slotted his mouth over Alp’s, he could have wept. He’d wanted a kiss forever. He’d seen enough porn to know what to do. He opened his mouth, allowing Mal to maul him. The combination of tongue and teeth, of sucks and nips, had Alp achingly hard. When Mal drew back, Alp shuddered. His eyes… they were dark amber.
“Mal?”
“I tried to stop you,” Mal said, his voice guttural. “I never wanted this.”
The words stung Alp. “You didn’t want me?”
“No, you little idiot. I didn’t want to bond with you anymore than I already am. My wolf is demanding we take you, hard and fast. He wants to claim you, to give you our bite. To make you ours.”
Well, that didn’t sound too bad. “O-okay.”
“It’s forever, Alp. For as long as we live, we’ll be soul-bound. Nothing but death can break that bond. I’m trying to hold him back, but he wants you so desperately.”
