Chapter Eight
“Anxious?”
Elijah chuckled as Matias carried him toward the bed.
“Impatient, conejito .”
“I thought you never lost control,”
Elijah teased, nibbling at Matias’s jaw.
Holy fuck. His little bunny was out to destroy him. Matias had never felt so close to losing his mind than he did in that moment.
He placed Elijah on the bed, his gaze raking over him. “Before you? Never.”
Because his wolf had never chosen anyone before.
Matias braced himself above Elijah, his weight balanced on one arm as his free hand traced over the human’s flushed skin. His little bunny, splayed out beneath him, lips still swollen from their last kiss, was temptation incarnate. The way Elijah gazed up at him, mischief and need tangled in those blue eyes, made something primal stir deep in Matias’s chest.
“ El elegido ,”
he murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers along Elijah’s cheek.
Elijah quirked a brow. “Still waiting for that translation.”
Matias smirked. “Patience, hermoso .”
A soft huff, but then Elijah’s fingers found the buttons of Matias’s shirt, undoing them one by one with slow, deliberate precision. He pressed his hands against Matias’s chest, palms warm and exploring, his fingers grazing muscle, mapping him out like he wanted to memorize every inch.
“You’re built like a goddamn statue,”
Elijah murmured, voice teasing but husky with want. He trailed his hands lower, pressing them over Matias’s abs before dipping his fingers just beneath the waistline of his jeans.
Matias hissed, not from discomfort but from the restraint it took not to flip Elijah onto his stomach and claim him right there.
“Elijah…”
he warned, voice edged with amusement and threat.
“What?”
His bunny blinked up at him, the picture of innocence, but Matias saw the devilry lurking just beneath. “Just… appreciating the craftsmanship.”
Matias chuckled darkly then leaned in, brushing his lips over Elijah’s ear. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin, and then he placed a kiss just behind Elijah’s left ear, lips firm but gentle.
Elijah sucked in a sharp breath, body tensing beneath Matias. His fingers flexed against Matias’s stomach, and then a soft, barely-there moan escaped his lips.
Matias froze.
Then he did it again—lips grazing that same delicate spot, the heat of his mouth lingering before he kissed just a fraction harder.
Elijah’s entire body shuddered, his head tipping back, his breath stuttering out in uneven bursts. His thighs tensed, pressing together instinctively, as if the sensation alone had sparked something deep in his core.
Matias grinned, pleased. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with this.
“Well, well…”
he rumbled, brushing his lips against that sensitive spot again, earning another trembling sigh. “What have we here?”
“Shut up,”
Elijah muttered, but his voice lacked any real bite. He squirmed, fingers curling into the sheets, his entire body attuned to that single point of contact.
Matias hummed, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. “A little weak here, aren’t you, conejito ?”
Elijah groaned, arching up into him, cheeks burning. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Matias kissed the spot again, slower this time, letting his lips linger. “But you do love this.”
Elijah’s fingers dug into his shoulders, frustration and pleasure warring in his expression. “Matias,”
he breathed, like a plea, a demand, a curse.
Matias chuckled. “That’s more like it.”
Before Elijah could recover, Matias began his slow descent.
The tension between them thickened, the air heavy with unspoken desire. Soft, needy breaths filled the space between them, blending with the subtle rustle of sheets as Matias traced his tongue along the column of Elijah’s throat. A shudder rolled through the body beneath him, fingers curling tighter against his shoulders, blunt nails scraping over firm muscle.
“You—”
Elijah swallowed hard, voice faltering when Matias kissed just below his jaw. “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”
A quiet chuckle, low and pleased. “No, carino . I enjoy making you feel. ”
He shifted lower, dragging his lips down Elijah’s chest, hands moving to the hem of his shirt. A slow, deliberate lift, knuckles grazing warm skin, teasing as he peeled the fabric away. It was an offering, an unveiling, and Matias took his time, drinking in every inch of smooth, flushed skin beneath him.
Elijah trembled as Matias tossed the shirt aside then slid his hands up his ribs, fingers splaying wide. “You’re—”
Elijah inhaled sharply as Matias’s mouth closed around one nipple, teasing with his tongue before dragging his teeth ever so lightly over the sensitive flesh. “Shit.”
The curse was breathless, Elijah’s back arching, legs shifting against the sheets. Hands fisted in Matias’s hair, tugging just enough to make something deep inside of him growl in response.
A wicked smirk played at his lips as he kissed lower, tongue tracing each defined ridge of Elijah’s stomach. The need to devour, to take, to claim, built like a wildfire. But he kept his control. Barely. This moment was about savoring, about him. Because, soon, Elijah would be his in every way that mattered.
Fingers gripped the waistband of Elijah’s jeans, knuckles grazing over the growing hardness beneath. “You did something for me earlier,”
Matias murmured, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating against sensitive skin. “Let me return the favor.”
The tension beneath him coiled tighter. “I—”
Elijah’s words caught in his throat when Matias pressed his mouth to the sharp line of his hip.
A single, teasing kiss.
Then another.
A shaky exhale followed. “You—”
Elijah sucked in a breath as Matias flicked the button of his jeans open. “You don’t have to…”
“I want to,”
Matias interrupted, voice edged with something dark and hungry. “Let me take care of you.”
With slow, practiced ease, he slid the zipper down, fingertips brushing against bare skin as he worked the jeans past narrow hips. A delicious little shudder ran through Elijah, his breath hitching when Matias guided the fabric down his thighs, leaving him in nothing but tight black boxer briefs that did little to hide how hard he already was.
Matias groaned, pressing a kiss against the jut of Elijah’s hipbone, his wolf near feral with the need to taste him.
And right now? He would.
Fingers skimmed the edge of Elijah’s briefs, barely a whisper of a touch, but it was enough to make his breath hitch. Matias loved how responsive his little bunny was, how every teasing stroke of his hands sent a new shiver through that beautifully warm skin.
A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at Matias’s lips. “So sensitive,”
he murmured, pressing a kiss just above the waistband. “I could spend hours discovering all the places that make you tremble.”
Elijah exhaled sharply, shifting against the mattress, his fingers twitching where they lay clenched at his sides. “You talk…”
He swallowed, voice hoarse, edged with something unsteady. “You talk too much.”
Matias chuckled, letting his teeth scrape lightly over the sharp jut of Elijah’s hip before dragging his tongue over the same spot. “Do I?”
he teased, hands sliding up strong thighs, parting them slightly. “Would you rather I”—a kiss pressed lower—“put this mouth to better use?”
A shudder, deep and visceral, ran through Elijah’s body. His fingers flexed, as if fighting the urge to grab onto something. “Matias…”
Just his name, but fuck , the way Elijah said it, breathless, needy, had something tightening low in Matias’s stomach, heat searing through his veins.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly— so slowly—peeled the briefs away. Elijah lifted his hips, helping him, and Matias bit back a groan at the sight now laid bare before him.
Fuck. Perfect.
His bunny was gorgeous, flushed, already dripping, his cock hard and aching for attention. The sight alone made Matias’s own erection throb painfully against his jeans, but he wasn’t rushing this. He wanted to wreck Elijah with pleasure, wanted to see him come undone completely.
Kneeling between his thighs, Matias smoothed his hands over bare skin, dragging his thumbs along the sensitive crease where hip met thigh. Patience. This moment deserved to be drawn out, savored.
Elijah’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his hands gripping the sheets like he was trying to keep himself grounded.
Matias wasn’t going to let him.
With a wicked smirk, he leaned in, letting his breath ghost over flushed, aching flesh. The tease made Elijah whimper softly, hips twitching upward on instinct.
“Matias,”
he gasped.
“ Shh, carino .”
His voice was thick, low, warm against heated skin. “Let me enjoy my meal.”
And then Matias took Elijah’s cock into his mouth.
The strangled cry that tore from Elijah’s throat sent a pulse of raw satisfaction through Matias. He groaned as he worked his tongue over the tip, tasting, savoring the salt-tinged heat of his mate before sinking down further, taking his shaft deeper.
Elijah’s fingers shot to his hair, gripping tight. A gorgeous, choked-off moan spilled from his lips, legs trembling as Matias sucked slow and deep, his tongue swirling in slow, lazy drags along the underside of his cock.
A perfect sound. He wanted more.
Sliding his hands beneath Elijah’s thighs, Matias held him still, pressing him down against the mattress. “Relax,”
he murmured between slow strokes of his tongue. “Let me take care of you.”
Elijah shivered, nails digging in, hips barely restrained from pushing up. “I— fuck. ”
Matias hummed in approval, sending vibrations straight through his cock, watching with dark, pleased eyes as Elijah’s head fell back, his body surrendering fully to pleasure.
Exactly where he belonged.
Matias sucked deep, hollowing his cheeks, letting his tongue swirl with teasing strokes around the head of Elijah’s cock. The reaction was immediate—his bunny’s hips jerked, a raw, needy moan slipping from his parted lips.
Perfect.
Matias tightened his grip, pressing Elijah’s thighs wider apart, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. Mine. The thought ran hot through his veins, stoking something dark and possessive inside him.
Elijah’s fingers twisted into Matias’s hair, tugging with the kind of desperation Matias craved. “Fuck . ”
The single word came out breathless, wrecked, his chest heaving. “Matias…please…”
That plea had a wicked smirk curling Matias’s lips around the hard length in his mouth. His bunny was already falling apart, already trembling. And Matias hadn’t even really started yet.
Sliding one hand down, he gripped Elijah’s shaft at the base, stroking in time with the slow, deep pulls of his mouth. The other drifted lower, fingertips gliding over the soft skin of his inner thigh, dragging lower, teasing over the taut, clenched muscles of his ass.
Elijah whimpered. Fucking whimpered .
Matias growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against the cock in his mouth. He knew exactly what his bunny needed—what he ached for.
Lifting his head just slightly, he let Elijah’s cock slip from his lips with a wet pop. “So desperate, conejito ,”
he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. His gaze flicked up, locking onto dazed blue eyes, pupils blown wide. “Tell me what you want.”
Elijah made a frustrated noise, breath ragged, hands still fisting Matias’s hair. “You know what I want,”
he gasped, grinding down, seeking any friction.
Matias chuckled darkly, sliding his tongue teasingly along the sensitive underside of his cock, just barely enough to satisfy. “I do,”
he agreed. “But I like hearing you say it.”
Elijah swallowed hard, thighs quivering. “Want you,”
he admitted, voice raw. “Want your fingers— Fuck , Matias, stop teasing me.”
His little bunny was demanding now. Bold. Good.
Matias held Elijah’s gaze as he pressed a finger against his entrance, slow and firm. The tight ring of muscle clenched instinctively. Matias groaned, his own cock pulsing in his jeans, desperate for relief.
He dipped his head again, tongue flicking out to trace over the head of Elijah’s cock while he wet his fingers. “Relax for me, baby,”
he ordered, voice a velvet command. “Let me in.”
Elijah exhaled a shaky breath, fingers flexing in Matias’s hair as he tried to stay still.
Matias pushed forward, just the tip of one finger pressing inside. Heat. Tight, clenching heat. His cock throbbed with the thought of being buried deep inside, of stretching Elijah open on his length. But not yet.
He moved slow, making shallow strokes, coaxing his bunny to open for him. His mouth worked Elijah’s cock, sucking, swirling, teasing the slit with precise, tormenting flicks of his tongue.
“ Oh fuck— ”
Elijah arched, muscles taut, legs trembling. His head fell back, and Matias felt the moment Elijah gave in, the tight muscles loosening, allowing him deeper.
“That’s it,”
Matias praised, slipping further inside, rubbing slow, gentle circles. “Taking me so well, conejito .”
Elijah moaned, voice breaking apart, gripping Matias’s shoulders like he was drowning in pleasure. Matias slid his finger deeper, curling just slightly, searching. There .
Elijah cried out, his entire body jerking, nails digging into Matias’s skin.
Matias smirked. Found it.
Keeping his mouth hot and wet around Elijah’s cock, he worked his finger in slow, deep strokes, teasing that perfect spot inside Elijah, drawing out sounds that made his own control unravel.
Elijah was gone—panting, twisting, completely at Matias’s mercy.
And fuck if that didn’t make Matias harder than he’d ever been in his life.
A shuddering breath escaped Elijah as Matias kept up the slow, devastating rhythm of his finger, stretching him with steady, deliberate strokes. Beneath him, his little bunny trembled, thighs spread, lips parted in a soft, breathless moan. Matias could watch him like this for hours. He could drown in the sight of Elijah unraveling beneath his touch.
But this was only the beginning.
Sliding up Elijah’s body, he let his lips trail over sweat-damp skin, nipping at his collarbone before pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his throat. The sound Elijah made—a helpless, aching whimper—sent a bolt of pure hunger straight to Matias’s cock.
He had to slow down. Had to ground Elijah before they took that final step.
His free hand soothed over the human’s trembling side, palm sliding down to splay possessively over his hip. “You don’t know what you’ve done to me, carino ,”
he murmured, pressing a kiss just beneath Elijah’s ear, where the skin was warm and sensitive. His bunny shuddered at the touch, body tightening beneath him. “My wolf has chosen you.”
Elijah’s breath hitched, but Matias didn’t let him retreat into panic. He kissed a slow path down his neck, lips lingering at his pulse, feeling the frantic beat beneath his tongue. “This isn’t about fate. Not some instant, predestined bond. I chose you. My wolf chose you.”
F ingertips skimmed Elijah’s jaw, tilting his face toward him. Their eyes met—blue eyes, wide and wary, searching for the lie.
Matias gave him none.
“Elijah,”
he continued, voice steady, lips brushing against soft skin as he spoke. “A mate isn’t a leash. It’s not a trap. It’s worship. Protection. Love in its truest form.”
He pressed a kiss to Elijah’s temple. “Your happiness will always come first. Your pleasure. Your safety. A mate is a vow—one that I will never break.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken things.
Then, so softly Matias barely heard it, Elijah whispered, “That’s what he said, too.”
Something cold settled in Matias’s gut. He didn’t ask. Just waited. Kissed Elijah’s jaw, waiting for him to say what he needed to say.
The exhale that came from his bunny was uneven, but he kept going. “Trent told me everything I wanted to hear. That I was precious. That I mattered.”
A humorless laugh. “Then he told my neighbor all the dirty little details behind my back. Made me into a joke.”
Matias froze.
Elijah swallowed hard. “So forgive me if trusting that this”—he gestured between them, a flicker of pain crossing his face—“isn’t just another illusion. I want to believe you. I do.”
A shake of his head. “But I believed him too.”
Matias growled. Low, quiet, dangerous. But the anger wasn’t directed at Elijah.
He cupped the male’s face, thumbs stroking over soft skin. “I will kill him,”
he promised and meant every word.
Elijah let out a sharp breath. “Not necessary.”
Matias exhaled slowly, forcing the rage to the back of his mind. Right now wasn’t about Trent. It was about this —about them .
Matias pressed kisses gently to Elijah’s cheeks, to his forehead, before trailing down to his lips, sealing every vow with tenderness. “You don’t have to believe it yet, conejito .”
Matias murmured against his lips. “Just feel it.”
A soft nip. “Let me show you.”
Elijah’s lashes fluttered, his fingers digging into Matias’s shoulders. “Okay,”
he whispered, swallowing roughly, as if he’d worked up the courage to say that single word.
Relief flooded Matias’s chest, powerful and all-consuming.
That was all he needed.
His lips reclaimed Elijah’s with newfound intensity, his hand resuming its slow, deliberate movements between his thighs. A whimper spilled into Matias’s mouth as Elijah arched, hips rolling against his fingers, seeking more.
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “That’s my good bunny,”
he praised, sliding a second finger inside, stretching him wider, dragging another needy sound from his mate.
He wasn’t going to stop now. He wasn’t going to stop until Elijah was completely his.