Page 10 of The Lion’s Bunny

“Get naked,” I ordered, rushing out of my own clothes.

Chapter 7

Damon helped me out of my leather pants, his naked body on full display as we got rid of my last item of clothing. He was magnificent, my mate, strong and lean, a perfect man according to me.

“I want to claim you on the grass over here,” I said, pulling him with me, my dick hard and bobbing as I led him to the soft looking grass. “I want to see the evidence of my claim on you once we’re done tonight.”

He made a low whine in his throat, so I dropped the oil on the ground and pulled our naked bodies together, grabbed both of his butt cheeks and pulled him against me, making our hard lengths rub together in a perfect sort of tease. “Lay down, Bunny, I’m about to devour you.”

He shivered as he did so, shyly and tentatively baring his hole for me, as his legs fell open to each side, his feet firmly planted on the grass. I groaned appreciatively at the sight as I slicked two of my fingers with the oil. “I’ve never,” Damon said, looking away as his cheeks reddened further.

“Never what?” I asked, slowly teasing his rim, not yet penetrating him.

“Never done this before,” he admitted, his eyes finding mine again. He looked vulnerable but also determined.

“Been taken?” I asked, mostly for clarification.

He shook his head. “Both, I just had my instincts to guide me last time. I don’t have that luxury now.”

I leaned forward and kissed him, lingering with my lips on his until his body relaxed under me. “You don’t have to think about anything, my bunny. Just relax and trust me.”

“I do trust you,” he whispered.

“Good, because I’m about to make you come untouched and then I’m going to lick your cum off after, showing you just how treasured you are.”

I swallowed his whimper as I pressed one finger inside of him, fucking him slowly with it. He was so responsive underneath me, squirming and making the most delicious noises. I added another finger, feeling him tighten his grip on my hips as he pushed down on my fingers, craving them.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from his lips and removed my fingers. I needed more oil and hurriedly slicked up my length before pushing three fingers into him. “Ryn!” he moaned, eyes so full of trust and wonder.

“My bunny,” I purred, fisting my length. “Are you ready for me?”

He nodded eagerly; his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His lilac eyes were trained on my cock as I slowly eased it into him. He was hot around my cock head, the perfect tightness too. I eased further in, our eyes locked together as I finally sank into him fully, inch by inch.

“Gods,” he groaned, moving carefully under me, his hips circling, making me see stars. How was it possible to feel this amazing?

I kissed him, my tongue caressing his. We were hungry for one another, starving as I fucked into him in long sure thrusts, our tongues eagerly meeting as we kissed over and over. His hands were on my ass, feeling how they flexed as I fucked into his wonderful hole, claiming it as mine. My bunny tasted and felt amazing, but I was on a mission. I let go of his lips and attacked his nipple next, sucking it into my mouth and licking around it playfully. He bucked under me, my mouth still latched onto his nipple as I fucked harder and harder.

“More,” he rasped, his fingernails now digging into my back. I kept fucking him harder, slamming my cock into him over and over again, hitting the spot that made him moan louder than before. He tensed under me, his eyes going distant as a long moan escaped him, his cock erupted between us, his hot cum hitting us both as he panted for breath, a sated smile on his face.

I roared as I fucked him harder, holding his hips and chasing my own release. I needed my cum so deep inside of him that he could taste it. I wanted it to fucking leak out of him for days. My bunny. My mate.

Pleasure rushed through me as I came, shouting my mate’s name for everyone near to hear. I panted, my arms holding up my weight on either side of Damon’s head. He looked at me with tear-filled eyes, so perfectly claimed and happy underneath me. I kissed him softly, lingering by his lips simply because they were too soft to let go of.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?” I asked, nuzzling his neck.

“For giving me the one thing I always wished for.”

“A mate?” I asked, tilting my head as I looked down at him.

“No,” he shook his head, a soft smile curving his lips. “Someone to claim me.”

“Oh, and you feared you’d never get that because of your dragon form?” I asked, slowly pulling out of him and moving us so I lay on the grass with his head on my chest.

“I knew my dragon would need to claim every once in a while, so I always thought my fated mate would want to only be claimed and never claim me back,” he whispered.

“I enjoy both,” I said. “What do you enjoy?”