Page 55 of Little Bunny

“Elijah,” Matias rasped, voice raw, edged with dominance. “Come for me, cariño.”

The words alone shattered Elijah.

His back arched, his entire body locking up as he came hard, pulsing over Matias’s fingers and onto the sheets. The pleasure wrecked him, his vision white-hot, a sharp cry breaking from his throat.

A fraction of a second later, Matias snarled, sinking his canines into Elijah’s shoulder as he felt Matias’s cock throbbing with release. Elijah gasped, the sharp, intoxicating pleasure-pain sending another ripple of ecstasy through his spent body. The possessive grip on his waist softened, a warm tongue soothing the bite mark.

His alpha. His mate.

Breathing ragged, Elijah melted into the mattress, utterly spent, Matias still wrapped around him, still inside him, still holding him like he never planned to let go.

“I love you,” Matias murmured against Elijah’s lips, voice low, reverent.

Elijah’s breath caught, his heart slamming against his ribs. It wasn’t the first time Matias had said it, but this—this moment, tangled together, hearts pounding in sync—was everything.

And it hit Elijah all at once.

The weight of it. The permanence of it.

This was his home now.

This man, this pack, this life.

He’d gone to Sin & Steel to forget Trent, but found his future instead. Matias Salvador.

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