Page 47 of It’s A Little Bit Bunny (Fangs on Ice #4)

Forty-six

Nikolai

W hen we woke in the morning, Jules wordlessly fisted my morning wood and let me slip into his ass.

“Fuck, baby,” I drawled.

Not that I would have minded, but it was fantastic that we didn’t need to bother with lube.

“Oh God, Jules,” I whined, slipping my hand into his hair to drag his mouth around for a kiss. It didn’t take either of us very long. As I drove my cock into his tight hole I felt him come, accompanied by a low whimper. My hand reached his dick just in time for him to come all over my fingers again. I enjoyed it so fucking much that I joined him a moment later.

“Yes, Bunny!” he growled into my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as if he wanted to conquer me. But he already had. Jules owned every part of me.

“Waking up next to you is the best,” he gasped between more frantic kisses. “We should do that more often.”

Every night?

We had a perfect day together. Jules took me for a walk in his forest.

“This is my favourite spot. And now it’s even better with you here.”

I flung an arm around his shoulders and kissed his temple.

Large, mossy boulders lay scattered around in the shade of an enormous oak, as if a giant had played with them. I let go of Jules and sauntered over to the stream that gurgled merrily in its bed. “Thank you for sharing it with me. It’s so pretty.”

“So are you, Bunny.” He gave me the gentlest smile. At his words a shiver ran through the oak, and a couple of its leaves sailed to the forest floor.

“Yes, I know,” my forest god chuckled. He rested a hand on the tree’s rough bark as if he tried to pacify a skittish horse. “I’ve known this tree for all its life.”

I joined him, somewhat reluctant.

Am I nervous to meet his favourite tree?

Jules plucked my hand out of the air and rested it on the tree trunk. Another tremor shook the old tree’s branches.

“I planted an acorn in this spot, and I watched over her while she grew into what she is now.” One of the leaves that fell around us caught on my hair. “She likes you.”

“Do you understand her?”

“Yes, Bunny. I speak the language of the trees. Some I understand better, like oaks. Others are a bit muddled. Aspen trees, for example. They can be divas.”

I snorted when my brain supplied me with the image of a haughty Aspen tree cold-shouldering Jules.

“Beech trees are naughty like teenagers. That one over there, for example.” He gave me a beaming smile. I supposed I was the first one he had ever shared this part of himself with.

“That’s a pretty cool power to have.”

“It is,” he agreed, then his eyes landed on my face. No idea why, but I found it super hot that he could talk to trees. My sexy forest god in his element was definitely a turn on.

I slipped a hand around his nape and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Bunny,” he gasped when I released his lips. God, he looked flustered as fuck.

So cute.

“Not here, please.”

“Okay.” I brought my mouth next to his ear and nipped his earlobe. “You don’t want them to see me on my knees for you?”

“Bunny, please!”

“It’s okay, I’ll stop now.”

“No—I—oh by my forest! I can’t believe I’m even thinking this.” His breath hitched in his throat.

I sank to the soft forest floor at his feet and unlaced his leather trousers so I could ruck them down.

Without another word, I took his rock hard length into my mouth.

“Oh, Bunny,” he sighed, resting his body back against the tree. I held nothing back and, once he got over his initial shyness, neither did Jules. He ground on the fingers I slipped into his slick hole and fucked my face until he came down my throat with an almost bestial groan.

My gorgeous god dropped to his knees, and he took my mouth in a hungry kiss.

We continued our explorations on the way back to his house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom.

“Stay with me again tonight, Bunny, yes?” he asked me between frantic kisses as he straddled my cock. We’d just come together but were still starving for each other.

How is that possible?

It was as if he bypassed my brain and called to my most primal instincts.

Reproduce. Reproduce. Reproduce.

My body didn’t give a fuck that I couldn’t get him pregnant. Like an animal in the rutting season, my hindbrain wanted to keep going until I succeeded.

“God, yes, I do. I didn’t want to ask—“

“Why not?” Jules pulled back and gaped at me with incredulity. I met his eyes.

“I didn’t want to seem clingy,” I admitted.

“Why not?” he repeated. “I love clingy. I’m clingy. If it were up to me you would never leave my forest again. Or my bed.”

“You know I can’t, Jules,” I told him gently. I mean, he could probably imprison me here; nobody would ever know where I was.

“I do, and I would never keep you here against your will.” He let my dick slip out of his hole and turned around to face me. Soft lips pressed against my chest, making their way over to my nipple with tiny, licking kisses. “You have a home here with me, Bunny. My door is always open to you, and so is my bed.” He moved down my abs and nuzzled his face into my happy trail. “But I want you to come here of your own free will. I want you to come here because you want to be with me, not because you think I am lonely or angry or upset.”

He moved even lower and stuck his nose into my groin, burying it in the hair at the base of my cock, inhaling deeply. “God, Bunny. I know what you mean. Your scent is beautiful to me.” Jules sniffed me again, rubbing his hairless cheek to my length.

Eventually, he took my limp length into his mouth, not sucking me off. He just kept me there. I knew of cock warming in theory, but my imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. It was so nice, just being in his warm, wet mouth.

Jules sighed softly as he rested his head on my hip bone.

“That feels so good, Jules,” I breathed after a long moment of silence.

He hummed around me and held me by the hip, stroking my side. I couldn’t decide if I was less proud of getting hard again, or of how long it took me.

My body still felt sluggish like it did after a long night’s sleep.

Letting go of me, Jules sat up.

“Bunny?” he asked me in his deep forest god voice. The kind of voice that woke my body to his. “Can I…?”

“Can you what?”

“I want to sit on you,” he whispered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

“Baby, yes! Of course.” Offering him my hand, I helped him climb on top of me.

“You can always…ride…me, oh fuck,” I growled the words, desperately holding on as he sank down on my cock and started to move. Like a stubborn bull that he was intent on taming, he rode me. His slick hole gripping my dick while my crown pegged his prostate annihilated me.

We came way too fast and with inhuman groans.

“Bunny,” he whimpered, collapsing forward into the puddle of his cum on my abs. I hugged him to me.

“Are you alright, baby boy?”

“Yes. It was so intense . For you, too?“ he breathed.

I tried to contain my feelings but couldn’t. I laughed so hard I cried.

“Oh my God, Jules. I’m sorry. I swear I’m not laughing at you.” Another fit of giggles made me snort. “Baby boy, you made me come in five minutes flat looking so fucking sexy and so hot. Yeah, it was intense.” I heaved a big sigh. “You make me so happy, Jules.”