Chapter Seven
Matias entered the kitchen where Elijah stood at the counter making a sandwich. He leaned his arm against the wall, watching the human.
“Get your eyeballs off my ass,”
Elijah said without looking his way. “Outright ogling wasn’t part of the deal.”
“An addendum I added.”
Matias moved closer to the male, his gaze sweeping over Elijah’s slim body. “I should be furious at you for disobeying me, conejito .”
Popping a chip into his mouth, Elijah turned and stared up at him, meeting his gaze. “Go ahead, let me have it,”
he said after swallowing. “Yell at me for being reckless. For standing in front of a wounded, wild-eyed goliath like I was some pipsqueak gladiator in a Roman arena.”
He picked up another chip.”
Don’t forget to go off on a tirade in Spanish so I have to yell about not understanding your insults.”
Matias softly grinned. “Think you know me that well?”
Elijah had been on a mission to help Diablo, having no idea he was securing his place in Matias’s pack. The reckless fool had acted like he’d been patching up a puppy instead of a wounded apex predator.
But Matias had watched Diablo’s movements the entire time, ready to pull Elijah out if things went sideways.
“I can read you like a pop-up book.”
Elijah smirked, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
With a slight growl, Matias leaned in, their faces so close he could feel tiny puffs of air on his lips. Elijah’s breaths grew shallow, but he never broke eye contact. The male was scared, knowing Matias wasn’t human, but his spine was made of steel.
And that turned Matias on. Not him standing fearless but brave enough to stand his ground in the face of his fear. “What exactly pops up , hermoso ?”
Elijah leaned a fraction of an inch closer. “Your ego, bullo .”
Matias chuckled, seriously doubting Elijah was trying to call him a bull. But it touched him the human was trying to learn his language.
And of course, he couldn’t let that slide. “You think I’m a bull? Strong, capable, and virile , conejito ?”
he asked, purposely deepening his voice just to see the lust flare in Elijah’s pretty blue eyes.
Then the human frowned, easing back enough to pull out his phone.
Matias waited, curious, and thoroughly enjoying watching Elijah just for the sake of watching him. The way he pouted, frowned, letting out a quick breath as he stared at his phone.
“Shoot.”
He mouthed the word before saying it out loud. “I meant burro .”
Why did Matias find that funny instead of infuriating?
“First, you’re pronouncing it wrong.”
Matias rolled his tongue as he repeated the word. “Second, you just insulted me by calling me a donkey.”
“I was trying to call you a jackass!”
Elijah huffed a sigh, setting his phone on the counter. “How do you say, ‘You’re impossible!’?”
“ Te quiero en mi cama, desnuda y suplicando , conejito .”
Elijah narrowed his eyes. “What did you just say? If you’re insulting me, then I deserve to understand it.”
Matias curled an arm around Elijah, pulling the male flush with his body, then whispered into his ear, “Translation. I want you in my bed, naked and begging, little bunny.”
Elijah gasped, turning to look at Matias. His pupils were blown, eyes wide, mouth dropped open slightly. His gazed darted over Matias’s face, as if wondering if he was serious or messing with him.
Tucking his fingers under Elijah’s chin, he drew the male close, brushing their lips together. “Very serious, conejito .”
He didn’t rush, letting the moment settle, allowing the charged silence to pull tighter around them.
Elijah’s breaths were short, shallow, his chest rising and falling against Matias’s. The sweetest blush erupted, making Elijah even more enticing.
Matias traced his fingertips along Elijah’s jaw, slow and deliberate, his calloused thumb brushing over the soft skin just beneath his bottom lip. Elijah shuddered, his lips parting slightly, and Matias felt the sharp hitch of breath against his own mouth.
Then he kissed the male.
It was light at first, teasing, just the faintest press of lips, a whispered contact. Matias had wanted to kiss the little bunny since meeting him. Had tried to take things further last night, but Elijah had been too drunk.
Now? Elijah made a sound, something between a sigh and a needy little gasp, and Matias was done playing around.
His hand slid up, fingers threading into Elijah’s soft hair, tilting his head back as he deepened the kiss, slow but firm. His other hand found Elijah’s waist, sliding around, gripping just tight enough to pull him closer.
Elijah wasn’t just taking it. He kissed back, hot and eager, his fingers gripping Matias’s biceps like he needed something solid to hold on to. Heaven.
A quiet, needy groan rumbled from Matias’s chest as his tongue swept against Elijah’s, tasting him, claiming him. Something inside him growled with satisfaction, demanding more, but he held back.
Barely.
He nipped Elijah’s bottom lip, a little rough. A balance of punishment and possession. A tease, a correction, and a silent challenge all at once.
Then soothed it with a slow drag of his tongue, a silent apology that wasn’t really an apology at all.
Mine.
Elijah’s nails bit into his arms, his body pressing closer, and Matias felt it then—felt the moment Elijah completely gave in, holding nothing back.
It was a victory, the sweetest win, an anticipation Matias had hoped for since the little bunny had sat at the bar and knocked back that bourbon to prove himself.
His wolf howled triumphantly, but it hadn’t been an easy win. Elijah had made him work for it, which had been part of the fun, a slow torture that was now igniting into a consuming fire.
He swallowed Elijah’s moan with another slow, deep kiss before finally, reluctantly, pulling back. Not finished, just savoring the moment.
His lips barely left Elijah’s, their breaths mingling, the heat between them charging the air around them. Matias kept his grip firm on Elijah’s waist, his thumb brushing slow, lazy circles against his skin.
“You taste like trouble, conejito ,”
he murmured, voice rough, lips curved against Elijah’s.
And he had no plans of letting go. But he barely had time to smirk before his little bunny struck. Elijah refused to be a passive plaything. Fuck yes.
Lips parted, Elijah kissed him deep, fierce, pushing forward like he was about to take over, about to flip the script.
Matias growled. A dark, possessive sound, low in his chest—a warning. He wasn’t the type to surrender control, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.
Elijah didn’t back down. The defiance. The confidence. The raw, burning need. Matias was pure dominance. They were colliding in the most delicious, destructive way.
He laughed against Matias’s mouth, breathless and wild, and kissed him harder, holding nothing back. A beautiful man, sure of himself, his fire burning hot enough to scorch.
His hands slid up Matias’s arms, nails dragging lightly over muscle before gripping his shoulders like he wanted to pull him in, hold him there, make him stay. Like he wanted to own the moment. This isn’t just a kiss anymore.
This was a goddamn claim, a war, a wrecking ball of tension that had zero intention of stopping. Matias took back control.
He dominated the kiss, slow, devastating, deep, but controlled. His fingers tangled in Elijah’s hair, tilting his head just how he wanted it.
Demanding, not asking. But also watching for any signs of pulling away. None. Elijah was into it. Fully into what they were doing.
If he hadn’t been, Matias would’ve shut it down completely. He didn’t take what wasn’t freely given. He was a wolf, but he didn’t take. He was an alpha, but not a monster.
His tongue swept in, stroking, claiming Elijah with every slow, sensual slide. Heat roared inside Matias, consuming his entire body, the feeling rocking through him. The male was a feast he wanted to consume, to lay across the counter and map out with his lips, hands, and cock. To feel him melt into Matias’s very being.
Elijah’s moan was full of surrender and defiance all at once. Matias dragged his teeth along Elijah’s bottom lip before kissing him breathless again.
His fingers spread wide, he gripped Elijah’s sweet ass, firm, possessive, holding his little bunny against him. He licked and sucked, driving them both crazy with need. Hungry, unstoppable, both of them fully lost in it.
Elijah gasped, a half-moan, half-laugh, hips pressing forward like he craved more, like he was testing how far he could push.
Matias smirked against his lips.
“Careful, conejito ,”
he murmured, voice rough, his grip tightening just enough to cause Elijah to gasp.
The male shivered, but his eyes sparkled with defiance. “Or what?”
Elijah was challenging him, breathless, wanting more, knowing exactly what was coming.
That level of confidence was lethal.
Matias chuckled, dragging his lips along Elijah’s jaw, his voice a low growl when he whispered, “Keep testing me, and you’ll find out.”
Elijah didn’t hesitate. Sexy brat surged forward, sealing their lips together in a kiss made of pure sin.
He twisted his fingers in Matias’s shirt, yanking him in, pressing chest to chest, grinding just enough to let Matias know he was testing so he could find out. Daring Matias to follow through. Elijah kept pushing, and Matias kept answering, neither backing down.
Matias snarled against his lips. “I warned you.”
Then he moved.
In a swift, controlled motion, he spun Elijah, pressing him against the counter, trapping his body between wood and solid heat. Matias stepped between his legs, hands gripping Elijah’s slim hips.
“What’re you gonna do about it?”
he asked breathlessly.
“Rather show you.”
Matias slid his hand between them, gripping Elijah’s erection beneath his palm, massaging the hard flesh through denim.
They needed a bedroom, a flat surface, out of the kitchen where someone could walk in at any second. Fuck it. Matias turned slightly, using his large frame to block anyone who might enter from seeing what he was doing to Elijah.
In seconds, Matias had pants unsnapped, his hand snaking down to curl around Elijah’s erection. The flesh was hard, hot, and throbbing. Fire lashed through Matias, determined to get Elijah off.
He needed to see the male falling apart because of his touch. Wanted to wreck Elijah in the best way, the same way his little bunny had been wrecking him.
The kiss turned rough, frenzied. Matias swallowed Elijah’s gasp, nipping at his lips before sweeping his tongue inside, claiming him again and again. He stroked Elijah’s hard cock, brushing his thumb over the head. Wet. Precum. His bunny was close to losing it, and Matias wanted to see him break apart.
“ Quiero devorarte. Eres mío, conejito. Déjame verte desmoronarte en mis brazos .”
I want to devour you. You’re mine, little bunny. Let me see you fall apart in my arms.
Elijah moaned, arching against him, but Matias kept him pinned, kept him right where he belonged. “Come for me, beautiful.”
Just as Elijah’s mouth fell open, Matias swallowed his cry with a deep kiss. He convulsed against Matias, come jetting onto Elijah’s shirt.
He kissed his bunny softly, helping him to come down slowly.
Then kissed along Elijah’s jaw and neck. “So fucking beautiful, baby,”
he murmured.
Forehead dropping to Elijah’s, Matias growled softly. His hand didn’t move, his grip still firm on Elijah’s softening cock, not ready to let go just yet.
His bunny was breathing hard, smiling as he stared into Matias’s eyes. “If that’s your way of winning an argument, I might get used to losing them.”
Matias chuckled. “But I love our arguments. So passionate.”
Elijah bit his lower lip, his gaze lowering to Matias’s crotch where there was a heavy outline. “Do you want me to—”
He didn’t get a chance to finish the question. Matias scooped Elijah into his arms and carried him down the hallway, straight to the room where Elijah was staying. As soon as they entered, he kicked the door closed.