He threw his pants as well, tipping his head when Rabbit flinched.
“Scared already?” Baikal asked, his voice deep with a steel-like edge. “Should have thought of that before you tried to go behind my back and take what was mine.”
Rabbit shook his head. “There’s been a misunderstanding.”
“The only misunderstanding is me thinking I could coax you into coming to me. But thanks,” he grinned, knowing full well how vicious and bloodthirsty that particular expression made him look, “for showing me that the Brumal way was the right way after all.”
“Void.” Rabbit slid back a foot when Baikal stepped forward.
“I should have taken you that night at the theater,” he said. “Should have taught you who your king was and made you bow before me. If you’d learned then, I wouldn’t have to make you learn that lesson now.”
“Wait!” Rabbit held up a hand.
“I’m done waiting.” Baikal grabbed onto his wrist and heaved him up, grabbing fistfuls of Rabbit’s thin dress shirt in the process. With ease, he tore the material off of him, exposing swaths of pale, creamy skin his tongue was already dying to taste. Ignoring his little bunny’s protests, he shoved him down on the bed and grabbed at his pants next, growling when Rabbit tried to stop him and landed a solid kick to his left shin.
All that did was spur him on and in no time he’d removed his pants as well, flipping Rabbit over onto his stomach before stripping him of his boxer briefs.
Naked, Rabbit tried to crawl away, yelping when Baikal wrapped his fingers around his ankle and hauled him back to the edge of the bed. He was settled over it, his front pressed into the mattress, his bottom half left hanging over, the position causing his ass to lift invitingly in the air and give Baikal an eyeful.
Even though he wanted to proceed anyway, Kal forced himself to check, pinning him down with a palm at his lower back as he bent to glance between Rabbit’s milky thighs.
A pleased rumble traveled up his throat at what he saw.
His tiny obsession was hard for him.
“Protest all you want, little bunny. It looks like I’m not the only one who gets off on your resistance.”
“Shut up!” Rabbit tried to kick back at him a second time, only Baikal was prepared.
He avoided the poorly delivered attack and then retaliated, his palm coming down hard on Rabbit’s ass cheek. Unlike all the other times they’d done this, he didn’t bother holding back even a bit, and as soon as he pulled it away, an angry red imprint of his entire hand was left over that unblemished skin.
It was tempting to hit him again, to mark the other cheek. To cover him in love bites so that every inch of Rabbit Trace was so obviously owned by him no one would think twice ever again about trying to harm him. Not even Rabbit himself.
“You said you wouldn’t force me,” Rabbit said then, his voice so filled with doubt that it was enough to have Baikal hesitating.
“I recall also telling you I wouldn’t be taking no for an answer,” he reminded as soon as he’d figured the other man was referencing their talk in the theater. “I’ve been patient with you, delicate, and how did you repay me?”
Rabbit made a sound of pure disbelief and moved to glare at Kal over his shoulder. “You really should invest in a dictionary,your majesty. Just because you didn’t outright rape me already, doesn’t mean what you’ve been doing is any better.”
“You were hard every time,” he said.
“But I didn’t consent!” Rabbit glared. “And I’m not giving it now. I don’t want this, Void. I don’t want you.”
Something in him snapped and he roared, peeling Rabbit off the bed only to slam him back down onto it, this time on his back. He went down with him, trapping his body beneath his, settling one hand around his neck. When he ground his erection down against Rabbit’s, his tiny obsession hissed, his pleasure impossible to hide with Baikal’s face hovering just above his.
“Everyone on campus already knows we’re together,” Kal growled, gyrating his hips again. “Who’s going to believe you if you try and tell them I forced you? Who do you think the world will side with, Rabbit?”
“So that’s it?” A tear escaped his right eye and rolled down his cheek. “That’s your big speech? You’re going to convince me by pointing out that I’m merely famous while you’re a king? I’m just a pretty face and the only thing I’m good for is performing when and where you command it of me, that’s it, right?”
Something inside of Kal shifted, and he didn’t like it. It felt…wrong.
“Stop,” he ordered.
Rabbit sniffled and managed a humorless chuckle. “Why? We should lay it all out on the table, shouldn’t we? I’m just a warm body for you to use.”
“I am not your mother.” It hit him all at once what this was about, why Rabbit’s words were corkscrewing through him and piercing his resolve. He still didn’t know what she’d done to make Rabbit so afraid of her, but it was obvious from his panic attacks and the stage fright that whatever she had inflicted, it’d been traumatic.
“You want to use me, same as her,” Rabbit accused.
