Chapter 10
The full moon hangs low and heavy, bathing the lavender field in what feels like magical light.
Esther Basquette, my heart and soul, the woman who honorably defended me, stands barefoot at the edge of the swaying purple flowers, the night air thick with the sweet, heady perfume of lavender and her, cinnamon, vanilla, and tempered chocolate.
Thousands of carrots lay scattered across the ground like rose petals strewn along a kind size bed for a bride.
Their bright orange tips glow softly amongst the florals and long grass, turning the entire meadow into something sacred, something primal.
Something just for us and our mating ritual.
Wearing a gauzy white nightgown that skims her thighs, she strides through the grass in front of me, the switch of fabric and soft outline of her body driving me wild. The breeze rolls through, lifting the hem of her gown, teasing me with glimpses of her bare skin.
She comes to stand in the center of the field in an opening I created just for tonight. Amidst the lavender and carrots, beneath the moon, she turns and faces the edge of the woods where I’ve been waiting. With a deep breath, I emerge from the woods.
“Jack Hopper,” she whispers when I stand before her, toe to toe. “My were-bunny, my mate, the only man who had ever made my heart thunder and my toes curl.”
Already half-shifted, my lower half remains human, and Esther’s eyes drag down my legs, all of my corded muscle on display.
Soft white fur dusts my shoulders and trails down my spine in a tantalizing stripe, which Esther traces with her long, lean fingers.
My long, soft ears rise proudly from my dark hair and my body continues to shift in her presence.
Her eyes, usually blue, glow like molten gold beneath the moon.
“Esther,” I growl, my voice hoarse with emotion and need.
She reaches between my thighs, grabbing me, my cock already thick and proud, already flushed and weeping at the tip. Esther pumps me to the base, subtly swollen, whispering promises of forever.
“My darling Easter egg,” I whisper, voice rough with need. “My world, my mate.”
She smiles, slow and wicked, still working my cock which is now all Hopper’s. “You’ve been waiting all day for this, haven’t you, Jack?”
“Every damn day since the last Easter,” I answer as I begin shifting her into the prime position, putting her on hands and knees in the carrot-strewn lavender, crushing petals and roots as I do.
The scent of crushed greenery and sweet root vegetables mixed with her breedable, mate pussy sends my animal desires skyhigh.
“My whole life I dreamed of you, dreamed of this field, of you on your hands and knees for me. Of claiming you under the moon the way bunnies were meant to.”
Esther’s pulse hammers in her throat and I tear her nightgown off, tossing it aside.
“Somehow, somewhere, I knew. The first time you shifted in front of me, even though I was scared and vulnerable, I knew that you and I would be together forever. I can’t explain it, but I knew,” she says to me over her shoulder as I smooth my paw down the curve of her spine.
“No one else could ever satisfy the wild, frantic hunger but you, Esther,” I rasp, pulling her open so I can study her perfect, most beautiful sex.
On her knees in the lavender, the stalks brushing her bare thighs, carrots rolling gently aside as she settles to position, she arches her back, offering herself the way she knows I need. Moonlight paints her skin and the world around us seems to lose color except the pink of her lips and my cock.
Carefully, I claw and grip her hips. Furred fingers dig in just enough to sting deliciously, and she moans with delight in response.
“Hopper,” she moans, loving the subtle roughness.
Leaning over her, chest to her back, I nuzzle the nape of her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on her throat where her pulse races.
“You smell like spring,” I murmur against her skin. “Like mine.”
Esther pushes back against me, impatient to be mated, which makes my heart swell. “Then take what’s yours, Hopper.”
Snarling softly, a were-bunny’s version of a growl, I notch myself at her entrance.
She’s already soaked, aching, her body primed for me after so much sex and promises.
The head of my cock presses in, thick and hot, stretching her slowly.
Esther moans, fingers digging into the earth, lavender stems snapping beneath her palms.
Thrusting forward in a smooth, relentless glide, my bunny cock fills her completely.
“It burns,” she whines, “you’re bigger now,” she briefly complains.
But a moment passes and her cunt softens around me, and she coos about the sweetness of the burn, and how good I feel inside her.
I still for a heartbeat, letting her adjust to me, letting her feel owned.
Then I started the ritual, the hard, fast, deep fucking that only mating can provide.
My rhythm is fast and frantic, the ancient breeding instinct of my kind taking over.
My hips snap against her ass with wet, obscene sounds that echo across the quiet field.
Each thrust drives me deeper, harder, the angle perfect for grinding against that spot inside her that makes stars burst behind her eyes.
Esther cries out, pushing back to seek more of my thick furry cock, craving the slap of skin, the drag of fur against her back.
My ears brush her shoulder blades as I curl over her, one paw sliding up to cup her breast, pinching the nipple until she whimpers.
The other paw finds her clit, circling with ruthless precision.
Pleasure coils tight and hot in my belly, feeling my mate so eager for me, so eager to be bred and made mine for eternity.
“Look at the moon,” I rasp, still pumping my hips. “Watch it while I mate you. While I make you mine forever.”
Esther lifts her head. The moon stares back, huge and unblinking, as carrots gleam like scattered rubies. Lavender sways around us, a silent witness to our love.
My thrusts grow erratic and desperate.
“I feel you, swelling, I feel you getting close, Jack,” she moans as I slam my cock into her over and over.
“Say it,” I demand as I chase my orgasm. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps. “Please—breed me, mate me, mate me Hopper, please!”
With a guttural cry, I slam forward, my strong bunny muscles taking me to the finish line.
My entire cock sinks inside her as the stream of pulsing release begins, my balls throbbing with each ribbon.
Esther screams, pleasure exploding white-hot through every nerve ending.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her inner walls fluttering, milking my furry cock.
My hips jerk as I continue to empty myself inside her, pulse after thick pulse, my feral instincts to constantly shift starting to slowly drain from my veins.
Finally mating her is bringing me instant peace, the way I knew it would. My eyes sting and my chest grows tight, but I keep fucking my girl until she’s chest-down in the lavendar, flailing and gasping.
My arms loop her waist, holding her close as aftershocks ripple her.
I feel them, too, the strange sense of finally being at ease, finally being complete.
The ritual keeps me buried deep, long after our orgasms have subsides, to keep my seed inside her, sealing the mating bond under the Easter moon.
Slowly, after a few minutes, I ease us onto our sides in the lavender, still joined.
Nuzzling her neck, I lick gently over the fresh bite mark I’d left early, now permanent since I did it during the ritual.
Esther reaches back, threading her fingers through the soft fur of my ears.
I shiver at the touch, a low, contented rumble vibrating against her spine.
“Happy Easter, mate,” I whisper, voice hoarse with emotion. “I love you.”
Esther laughs softly, the sound mingling with the night breeze. “Best Easter yet. I love you, too, Jack.”
Around us, the fields are still and quiet, moonlight on lavender, carrots like fallen stars, the two of us mated for life. “I’m so glad Chelsey urged me to do the Eggstravaganza,” Esther says quietly before drifting off against my chest.
Me too, I think, stroking my fingers through her hair. Thanks Chelsey.