Page 9 of The Lion’s Bunny

“I look forward to it.”

“There’s this one spot where my fathers lived briefly while fighting an evil queen. I’ve always wanted to see it,” I said, thinking about the waterfall I’d heard so much about.

“Then we’ll go see it together,” he agreed easily.

“We can also fly to your kingdom maybe? If it’s not too far from mine.” I then felt sort of shitty. I hadn’t even asked Damon if he was fine living with me at the palace. Did he even know I was a prince?

He sighed deeply. “I don’t want to go back to my kingdom. It can stay in my past. My home is with you and your family now.”

My mind was a gooey place filled with warm fuzzy feelings and happiness. Damon was my home too. But I needed to know something, “Have I told you that I’m a prince?”

“Nym told me,” Damon replied, his tone casual, which told me absolutely nothing about his feelings on the matter.

“And you’re okay with being royalty now?” I poked.

“If I get to keep you forever, then I don’t mind if we’re royalty or poor farmers barely making ends meet. I’ll be happy as long as I have you, Ryn.”

“Damn smooth talker,” I mumbled, feeling my chest ache with the amount of love I felt for him in return.

Damon just laughed as we descended on the mountain, visiting our little spot.

“Look! You can see where you ravished me on the grass!” I proudly ran over to the spot, loving the indentation in the grass. A clear sign of our claiming.

Damon was back in his human form, choking on air as he looked where I proudly preened. I shifted back, simply because I needed to kiss my mate some more. He chuckled as I wrapped my arms around him, our food forgotten as I leaned my weight into him, feeling how fast his heart was beating for me. Was my bunny nervous?

I cupped his cheeks, looking fondly into his lilac eyes, then kissed him. It was a slow kiss, a gentle caress of our tongues, unhurried and intimate. My bunny and I had all the time in the world, and if it were up to me, we could spend the rest of the evening sharing kisses and soft touches.

He chuckled as he broke the kiss. “Weren’t you all excited about us shifting today?”

I whined against his lips. “It’s not fair. I want all the things with you.”

He pecked a kiss on my lips, holding me tighter. “We have forever together, Ryn, remember that.”

I sighed dreamily. “Forever. Such an amazing word. It might be my new favorite.”

He laughed softly. “Come on, I want to show you my lion.” He stepped away and then he sat there, beautiful and regal. My lion. My own lion was pushing inside of me, eager to shift and meet his mate. I let the shift take over, purring loudly as I rubbed and nuzzled into him. His answering purr rumbled between us, like we were sharing a song just for us to hear. It was a beautiful moment, one I would treasure forever as we rubbed and lightly grazed each other’s throats, our fangs never breaking skin but still claiming one another.

I was the first to shift back, wanting to touch him in my human form. “You’re so pretty in my form,” I cooed. “But your bunny is still the softest.”

He purred, rubbing against my hand and seeking more pets.

“I think I’m ready for some food,” I admitted after a lot of petting and rubbing.

Damon shifted right in front of me, my hand still on his head as he sat there, smiling shyly at me. I couldn’t help myself; he was too damn adorable. I straddled him where he sat, pulling his head back by the nape and claimed his lips with mine, eager to taste him again. No one was around us and we had all night together.

He moaned, grabbing my ass in both hands, palming my cheeks. It made me moan in return, his taste, his touch, so addictingly arousing.

“Can I fuck you?” I whispered, kissing down his neck and lightly nibbling at the skin.

He shivered under my touch and a raspy, “Please”, escaped him.

I groaned. “You’re so perfect for me,” I praised, loving that he was into being fucked too. I wanted to be claimed by him, but I wanted to claim him in return. To know he felt the same was a heady feeling.

Damon wiggled under me, then pulled out a tiny vial of oil from his inner robe pocket, blushing when he placed it in my hands.

I bit my bottom lip, excitement rushing through me and forgetting all about food. “You want me to prep you?” He nodded eagerly, still blushing. “Fuck, I might come with just my fingers inside of you,” I rasped.

“Then it’s a good thing we can keep going all night,” Damon whispered, his words so forward and blunt it made me speechless.