Page 3 of The Lion’s Bunny

I then held his face in both hands, staring into those gorgeous eyes. “Now claim me like you mean it. I want to feel you for days.”

Damon closed his eyes and when he opened them again, I saw my Damon, not his dragon but him. “Thank you,” he whispered, and then his dragon instincts took over again, fucking me into the grass so hard it would be obvious what we’d done come morning. I really wanted to see how indented the grass had become, a sign of our mating for only us to see. He moved upright, still on his knees, pulling me closer by my hips, the new position had the breath fucked out of me, my mind blank. All I felt and thought was, yes, yes, yes, yes, as he pounded into me, making my entire body sing with pleasure.

His head fell back and he roared as he came, his hot cum filling me up. That was all it took for me to join him, seeing his face as he came, feeling the evidence of his claim inside of me. I groaned as my cum spurted out, hitting both of us.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, then slammed his lips to mine, like he couldn’t stop himself.

We broke for air and I smiled. “And you’re mine.”

We lay on the grass, panting for breath as the stars shone above us. It was getting chilly, but I was in no mood to move. My soul was content for the first time ever. I hadn’t even known I wasn’t at peace until this very moment with my mate.

“You don’t mind my other form?” Damon asked, his tone a low whisper. It seemed he was done hiding from me, which pleased me. There had been a small part of me that feared he’d shift into his bunny again and run away from me. Hopefully he trusted me fully now that we’d mated.

“Why would I mind it?”

He shrugged, the movement a little awkward as I used his pecs as my pillow, his fingers slowly carding through my hair. “Once others see I have a dragon form, they tease that my bunny is just a joke. They often say, ˋWhy give you both when one is clearly better?´”

“Who’d dare say shit like that?” I sat up, back to being angry. Was that why he hid himself away from me?

He shrugged again, not meeting my gaze. “Just those from my village. My father was proud to have a dragon shifter for a son. He was a badger shifter himself.”

“Was?”

“He died five years ago.”

“Oh,” I said, not really knowing how to deal with grief. I would, though, so I could comfort my mate whenever he needed it. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He huffed out a breath. “Don’t be. He wasn’t a very nice man.”

“To you?”

He hummed.

“Then it’s a good thing he’s already dead,” I growled, hating the man who’d fathered my mate. “No one will ever treat you cruelly. I’ll make sure of that.”

He chuckled. “My feisty lion.”

“Oh, so you know I’m a lion shifter?” I purred, eager to show him my form. I’d gotten lucky enough to pet both of his forms and my lion longed to be petted and admired by our mate.

“I have your form now too, remember?” he smiled.

No, I hadn’t remembered. In fact, I’d forgotten all about it. I had three forms now, one that could fly. “Please teach me how to fly,” I begged. “Harpy sucked at it and I won’t live it down if I can’t master it myself.” I’d been laughing at Harpy too much to risk failing at it.

My lovely mate just laughed and held me tighter.

Chapter 3

“We should really head back to the academy,” I yawned. It was getting chilly and even though I didn’t want to leave my mate’s side, I knew we had to. Classes would start early in the morning and I needed to be alert if we ended up in Niels’ class. Now that I was fully mated to Damon, I was in my full right to sneer at the judgmental teacher. It was actually sort of weird behavior for a teacher who seemed determined to help us students feel comfortable in our own skin and with our forms. Why would he judge Damon so much for seeing them as two forms and not one? I would need to ask Damon about it once we’d grown closer. I knew Niels had taken him aside a few months ago, but what they’d talked about, I had no idea.

“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he whispered, holding me closer.

“Neither am I,” I smiled, kissing his chest. “But it’s getting late. You can fly me back down and then I can walk you to your room once we’re back on the ground.”

He looked confused. “Like to escort me home after our claiming? Is that a thing?”

I laughed. “Well, I could escort you home and kiss you goodbye at the door, but I meant it mostly so I could carry your bunny. Your clothes are all ruined and I’m not letting anyone see you naked.”

“Oh,” he blushed. “I hadn’t thought about my clothes.”