“What—” Rabbit’s sentence ended with a gasp as Baikal kneeled and flipped him onto his stomach.
Baikal hadn’t been able to last that long for round one since he’d waited for this for so long, and the excitement had gotten the best of him. But that was okay. They had the rest of the night for him to make up for it.
He bit at his shoulder as he leaned over his body and then promised against the curve of his ear, “We’ll do this as many times as we need to for you to get it right, little bunny, don’t you worry.”
“Wait!”
Baikal didn’t.
A Brumal Prince only knew how to take.
Chapter 20:
It hurt to move.
Rabbit groaned and struggled into an upright position, arms shaking with strain. He was achy all over, but no place hurt more than his throbbing ass. There was sweat on his brow by the time he’d managed to sit up, back against the headboard to help brace him as he focused on inhaling and exhaling through the pain.
“If it’s that bad,” Baikal’s dismissive tone cut through Rabbit’s concentration, and he opened his eyes in time to see the Brumal Prince enter from the bathroom, “you should just stay lying down for the rest of the day.”
He was dressed in his uniform already, doing up the buttons on his shirt but stopping at the middle so the entire upper half shifted to expose his fit chest when he bent to retrieve his shoes from the floor. There wasn’t a single sign that he was in any sort of discomfort or agony, not like Rabbit currently was.
A flash of anger swept through Rabbit.
Baikal was going to be able to dust himself off and go about his life like nothing had changed, meanwhile, he’d…
Last night had been both a nightmare and a fantasy come to life. Rabbit couldn’t lie to himself and say he hadn’t enjoyed it. Even being dominated the way he had been. But that had been then, in the throes of it, and now it was morning and in the bright streaming light of day he was ninety percent sure he wanted to throw up.
And the pain in his ass was just part of the reason for it.
“I have class,” he bit out, though he didn’t attempt to move from the bed just yet. It’d taken him that long just to sit. There was no way he was going to be able to manage to stand, and he’d be damned if he tried to in front of the Brumal Prince.
“Don’t go.” Baikal shrugged like that made all the sense in the world and straightened after putting on his shoes. He finally turned and looked at Rabbit, really looked at him, his gaze intense and alight with something Rabbit couldn’t recognize.
It threatened to send a shiver skittering down his spine, and in retaliation, he straightened, still scowling. “Some of us have responsibilities.”
“Your only responsibility from now on is to me,” Baikal said, giving him a suggestive once over.
“No.” Rabbit was sure he was being messed with, but he made it clear anyway. “I’m not doing that again. Ever.” At the thought alone, he shifted, wincing.
“I don’t want to have to force you.”
“Good.”
“But I will,” Baikal warned.
They stared at each other for a lengthy, tense moment, and Rabbit was the one to finally break the silence, unable to withstand it any longer. “You can’t be serious.”
“When are you going to stop saying that?”
“We had an agreement,” Rabbit reminded, a bit more frantic than he would have liked. “You said you weren’t like my mother? Prove it. So far, all you’ve done is cause me pain the same way she always has. The same—” He frowned when Baikal twirled on his heels and headed toward the desk on the other side of the room, his nerves getting the best of him. “What are you doing?”
“It’s not another sex toy,” Baikal reassured, somehow knowing exactly where Rabbit’s fears had taken him.
“You mean torture device,” he corrected, but his brow furrowed more when the Brumal Prince turned back and slowly made his way over to the edge of the bed.
Baikal had a small white tube in his hand, and he perched on the corner of the bed and adjusted his legs wide before patting his right thigh. When Rabbit merely continued to sit there and stare, he heaved a sigh of annoyance. “Come.”
“Absolutely not.”
