Page 49 of It’s A Little Bit Bunny (Fangs on Ice #4)

Forty-eight

Nikolai

W e let the sun and the warm breeze dry our bodies. Then, we pulled on our underwear and trousers. I picked up the rest of my things that I’d discarded in my excitement to feel Jules again, and we crossed the garden to the swing where we’d sat together before.

“What’s that?” I approached the newest addition. Rambling roses covered most of the sturdy wooden structure, and their scent filled the air around us.

“Do you like it?” Jules rested an arm around my hips and snuggled into my body.

“It’s beautiful.” He’d made us a bower in his garden: a mattress with a pile of soft cushions under a canopy of light pink roses.

Holy shit.

“I love it.” I stretched out a hand to brush one of the large blossoms with my fingertips. Their petals were velvety soft. “Thank you, baby.” I kissed him for a long time.

“You’re welcome, Bunny. I tried to keep myself occupied so that I wouldn’t feel too lonely while you were away.”

I was sure he’d just meant it as a harmless statement, but his words triggered something in me. Before I could get a glimpse of my emotions they flooded my head and something in me snapped.

They rose up my throat like bile and choked me until I was unable to draw breath. I backed away. Maybe putting some distance between us would let me breathe again.

“Nikolai?” Jules sounded mortified.

Finally, I got air back into my lungs and took shaking gulps. Fuck! I’d almost blacked out.

“Bunny, what’s wrong? Do you need anything? Are you ill?”

“No,” I snapped. I knew I should be sorry, but in the maelstrom of emotions I couldn’t make out a single one.

Do I feel sorry?

“I’m just…” I took up but was unable to finish the sentence.

What the fuck do I feel?

“I don’t want to have to choose between hockey and the love of my life, Jules! This isn’t fair!” I raged, stomping across the yard to get even further away from him.

It took me a few minutes to calm down enough to look at Jules again. His youthful face betrayed nothing but pure shock.

I hated it. I despised how perfect he looked. And how young. And how he wasted his days with me, a puny human! My life was nothing compared to his. It was the blink of an eye and would be over before I knew it.

It scared me. I would look at him in seventy years and he would still be his beautiful self. And I? I’d die. Jules would go back to his routine. Time would take the memory of me away from him until he forgot I had ever existed.

“Nikolai?” His voice was gentle, way too gentle. I wanted him to rage like the storm inside me. Why was he so calm? Had he already accepted that we were only a brief interlude in the grand scheme of things?

“Please let me hold you.”

It was such a simple request, yet it broke me. I let out a wail of despair, a sound unlike any I had ever made before.

“You can’t make me,” I gasped. “You—I can’t lose you.”

Without another word, Jules wrapped me in his arms. He was shorter than me, lithe, and breakable. But in that moment, he was the pillar that held up my world.

For a long time, he swayed me on the spot, stroking my hair and my back, and just let me work through my feelings.

Once the storm had passed, I felt numb, but weirdly calm, too.

It was as if I’d had a poisonous thorn pulled from my body. I straightened up and loosened his hold on me.

“You will not lose me. I am ageless, Bunny.” Jules brushed the hair off my face and gently pulled me back into his arms.

“Ageless? How?” I spoke softly so he could pretend not to hear me. Jules had never just ignored my questions or musings the way everyone had done for all my life.

Then it was he who backed away.

“I am everything at the same time. A young boy, the old man you met out on the path, this, and everything in between.” His face flickered with different versions of him, there one second and gone before I could take a closer look. Then he resembled my Jules again.

“So you cannot die?” My face burrowed into the crook of his neck, inhaling his mossy scent to ground myself.

“I don’t know.” Jules sounded amused. “I’ve never tried.”

I chuckled reluctantly.

“Oh, Bunny. If I can, though, I want you to go first. I wouldn’t want you to be sad about me. And you must know that I will follow you into the dark. I will follow you anywhere.”

“Hey, I hope I have at least half a dozen decades left.” It was hard to keep a note of indignity out of my voice.

His hand wrapped around my throat, pushing up my chin to make me look at him. His eyes were soft and warm like a spot of moss in the sunlight.

“Whenever, my sweet. Whenever.”

When Jules kissed me, the world stopped spinning. Everything came to a halt and nothing mattered to me but him.

A groan echoed between us as I ran my fingers through his hair and tightened my grip on him. I tilted his head slightly to give us a better angle, then ran my tongue across his lips. He followed my lead willingly. And every time he did, it baffled me.

That this ancient creature even bothered to look at me was crazy. Letting me kiss his lips and touch him and allowing me to do what I wanted? That was more than I ever expected.

Jules hummed. His hand left my throat, and he hugged me even closer to his body. His fingers dragged down my back to just above my ass. That was all it took to change the tone of the kiss.

Like starving animals, we pounced on the other, tearing at our trousers to get them out of the way.

He gripped my ass, set me on his hips, and carried me to the bed he’d made in the garden. A canopy of dense leaves grew over it and shielded us from the elements. Jules’ strength baffled me. In this form he was soft, thin, and almost a head shorter than me. Yet he handled me easily.

“Bunny,” he moaned when my half-naked body was stretched out before him, my legs still wrapped around his hips. “You are my favourite thing to look at.”

“Your plaything.” I winked at him as I struggled to get out of my shirt.

“That,” he affirmed, his fingers moved to help me take it off, then trailed down my chest. “And so much more. And you know it.”

He leaned down to kiss the hollow of my throat. “You are everything to me.” Jules planted the words into my skin, his mouth trailing lower until he reached the waistband of my trousers.

I groaned and rested my head back on the cushions.

He spent a long time worshipping the few square inches of skin under my navel until my cock was rock hard and pressed against my zipper.

“Baby, oh fuck, you need to…” I trailed off when he mapped the tattoo at my left hip with his tongue.

“Yes? What do you need from me, Nikolai? Tell me.”

“You need to get me naked and into your mouth, or I’ll come in my pants,” I groaned, tightening my grip on his hair.

Jules felt pain differently than humans. He also had no gag reflex.

“Fuck!” I hissed as his hot mouth closed around me and he took me straight to the back of his throat.

He moaned around my cock, sucking and slurping.

It took me no time to get naked.

“Bunny!” An earthquake ripped through the ground beneath me, sending violent shivers down my spine.

He commands all of us .

He was a force of nature, pure magic personified.

Jules took his pleasure from me.

“Baby,” I growled, my hands keeping a bruising hold on his hips. “Yes, fuck me, my god! Let me serve you.”

He stilled.

“I mean it. Lube up and make love to me, Jules. I want to know how you feel inside me. There’s lube in the bag I brought.”

With shaking hands my forest god pulled the lube out. By the time he had prepped me, I was the one shaking.

Precum leaked over my stomach, and I was close to begging for release.

“Jules? Baby, please!”

My beautiful man raised his eyes to mine. He placed his hand on my stomach.

“Don’t worry, my sweet Bunny. I’ve got you.” Jules gently spread my legs further apart and knelt between them, his hands resting on the inside of my thighs. “I need you to try and stay soft and open. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes!” I nodded, almost sobbing with arousal. “I’ll be the best boy for you, baby.”

“I know you are, Bunny.” He leaned in and ran his nose over my temple.

Tears spilled down my cheeks at his words and the tender touches. I hadn’t bottomed in years, never feeling safe enough to relinquish my control. With Jules, the soft, mushy emotions I felt were in good hands. I could be as raw as I needed, and he cherished me even more for it.

Slick fingers probed my hole.

“You’re so good for me, Bunny. So good,” he muttered as his ribbed cockhead breached my ass.

“Oh fuck!” My breathing was laboured. He was fucking huge. Every single bump that went in hurt. I relished the pain and marvelled at the way my body stretched to accommodate him.

“Breathe for me, Bunny.” Jules’ voice was as gentle as his hands. I knew why he’d said it a moment later. We’d arrived at the thickest part of his cock, about halfway up. A bulging ring I’d never paid attention to. Well, not more than the rest of him.

“Oh shit, Jules!” I sounded close to tears again, and I let go of my restraint.

He changed before my eyes, something he usually didn’t do. His body morphed into a taller version of him.

“What…?” I gaped at him through the veil of my tears.

Then I dawned on me. It was still him, still that angelic face so beautiful it hurt to look at him. But he could cradle me to his chest now, his body cocooning me in a loving embrace.

“You can be soft for me, Bunny. You don’t have to be strong. I’ll hold you up.”

I broke. Hiding my face in the crook of his neck, I sobbed into Jules’ sweet smelling skin. He kept perfectly still, tangling his legs with mine and running his fingers through my hair.

I’d wanted to get it cut for ages but was glad I hadn’t.

This is so good.

“You are my world, Bunny,” he murmured, his lips lingering on my brow. “I will keep you safe, I promise.”

I dragged him closer even though we were sweat-slicked chest to sweat-slicked chest. My calf pushing his hips forward took him by surprise. He slid inside me in one thrust. I grunted at the impact. That stretch was almost a burn but the kind that ignited my body.

“I need to feel you, Jules. Please. Help me get out of my head.”

“I hear you, my sweet.”

His hand sifted through my hair. Then he gripped it tightly and fused his mouth to mine.

His other hand took hold of my hip, fingertips digging into my glutes, spreading me wider.

Jules moved inside me, bumping his ribbed head into my spot. He didn’t pause or tire. He made me feel it all—every last elevation on his cock as he worked my channel.

The pleasure built inside me like a wave, lifting me until my face broke free of the suffocating dullness of my mind.

I sucked the fresh air into my lungs, the rush of oxygen making me feel dizzy for a moment.

I didn’t think . The thoughts surfaced like the colourful fish in Jules’ muddy pond.

If I’d ended this, I would never have met him.

I’m still here.

And others, too. More abstract ones I didn’t understand just yet.

A sliver of light is back.

A door thrown open.

Maybe the world isn’t a worse place with me in it.

Maybe that night will end, and the sun will rise.

“I love you, Jules.” I had told him before, but this time it felt different. The words came from a dark and warm place inside me where they’d laid dormant in their sleep until they, too, craved to see the light. More tears followed. Through the haze, I saw his beloved face. That familiar smile and his softness and strength, his age and youthful spirit. Here he was, the man I wanted to marry and grow old with. The man I wanted to have by my deathbed so his face was the last thing I saw.

“I know, Nikolai. Don’t fight it. I choose you, too. And I will choose you again every day for the rest of our lives.”

I didn’t fight. I surrendered.

Gentle fingers tilted my head to the side and exposed my neck.

“I’m yours. Forever, Jules,” a voice sobbed. I was confused because it was my own.

He kissed the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Then he bit me.

The orgasm tore up my universe. I imploded into a million tiny pieces and reformed in an instant. Jules swam before my eyes. But this time, it wasn’t tears that blinded me. He solidified in my arms, and I didn’t know where my body ended or his began. We were one.

“Bunny!” he moaned around my flesh and sank his teeth deeper into my skin, drawing blood.

“Oh fuuuck!” My climax went on. How is that possible? My cock twitched between us, rope after rope of cum slicking our bodies even more.

He pulled off, and I watched him biting down on his tongue in slow motion. My blood coated his lips and his—darker than the summer wine he made—pulsed from the wound. Jules pressed his mouth back on the spot where he had bit me. He sucked and licked and mixed our blood. Tingles shot through my body from my neck. Like soft electric pulses, they zapped through me, making me shudder and groan.

“Baby, that feels so fucking good.”

I had finally stopped coming, but Jules didn’t pull out. He moved again. Rolling his hips against my ass, he kept his mouth latched on my skin, every swirl of his tongue exquisite torture to my aching dick.

His bark-like length drove me wild, and I felt my arousal tenfold. It was an ancient feeling, dark and dangerous, yet so pure it made my heart sing. His hand hitched under my knee, pushing it up and opening me for his pounding.

Jules released me and raised his body up just enough so he could see my face. Blood dripped from his lips and down his chin. The gleaming ginger hair was dark and wet and stuck to his sweaty face.

He looked like a deity. My pagan god who I would worship on my knees.

“Bunny,” he rasped and brushed a hand over my cheek, his soft caress so at odds with the blood smeared on his face. “My mate.” Jules smiled as tears filled his beautiful eyes. “I will devote the rest of my days to being the man who deserves to be your mate.”

“Baby, you already are. If anything it’s me who doesn’t deserve—”