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Prey could be just as vicious as any Predator.
The McGruff boys laughed as they rolled Harlen out of the truck. The three billy goat McGruffs loved their pranks and as the bleating laughter faded, drowned out by the truck's engine, Harlen gingerly rolled himself to his feet and assessed his surroundings. The McGruff brothers had dumped him on the wrong side of the tracks, the Predator side of the tracks.
And it was almost sunset.
Harlen quieted the panic in his head, his chest, and his stomach. He knew, better than some Prey, what could happen to a Rabbit who found himself outside after nightfall.
He oriented himself and started jogging towards home. He wanted to run at a full sprint, but knew he couldn't unless he wanted to exhaust himself before he even reached where the city had unofficially divided itself between Predator and Prey. Predators and Prey worked everywhere in the city, side by side, but because no Prey wanted to actually live next to a Predator the city residents had divided themselves neatly down the middle. Several blocks of government buildings, bustling during the days but hollow and empty during the nights, separated the two de facto territories.
A pair of leopards gave him a strange look as he zipped past in a hurry. Harlen’s ears flicked back as he heard one of them snicker and whisper, “Run faster, bunny boy.” While his friend muttered, “Good luck,” with a matching snigger.
A sleek sports car slowed and began keeping apace with Harlen. The window rolled down, “Hey there, bun-bun. Need a ride? I could give you one.”
Harlen didn’t even bother to attempt to get a look at the Predator behind the wheel, he could already see the sharp teeth filling the disingenuous smile aimed at him. He blindly veered down a narrow alley, hoping it wasn’t a dead end, and followed the twists and turns in the general direction of the city’s divide.
“Hey–” a startled voice called out as Harlen dashed past, uncaring because the panic inside him screamed that ducking down a dodgy alley had been a terrible idea.
But staying out on the street in full view of dozens of Predators was an equally terrible idea.
The sound of swift footsteps behind him was Harlen’s only warning. His ears swiveled back towards the thumping steps–a Predator on all fours his brain screamed–before a hand grabbed him over the mouth and the other clenched around his chest, lifting him from his feet midstride.
Harlen screamed and only heard it echoing inside his chest. Trapped. The hands–claws extended–gripped him like iron bands.
"Why, for all the fur in the land, are you doing here?" a voice hissed in his ear.
Harlen knew that voice. He'd heard it before. He'd heard it in his nightmares. He started gasping for air and his eyes rolled wildly. Harlen could smell dirt and asphalt on the hand just under his nose that was clamped over his mouth. This Predator had dropped to all fours to catch up with him. He really wanted to catch Harlen.
And Harlen knew why.
Memories flitted through his mind’s eye.
–fingers in Harlen’s mouth and forced down his throat. Harlen gagged on them–
“I’m going to fold you in half and fuck you so hard your tight little ass will be loose and dripping with my seed.”
–a hand that brushed away Harlen’s falling tears with a thumb before–
–the Wolf forced himself in, splitting him open–
–Harlen’s own weight splitting himself open on the thick length–
–fucked him, hard and fast, slamming into him over and over again–
–Marcus was knotting him–
-wave after wave of unwanted pleasure roared through his body–
–Marcus pressed heated kisses over Harlen’s face and neck, nibbled at his lips, as he rocked him–
"If my packmates find you here, I'm not sure I can convince them not to eat you this time. Maybe fuck you and eat you, but the results are the same," Marcus's voice rumbled as he carried Harlen through the alley that was beginning to darken as the sun sank lower and lower.
Harlen watched as the light disappeared and knew he wouldn’t have made it. When the sun set, where would he have been? Still inside the twisting maze of the alleys or exposed out on the open street? His legs kicked futilely as the instinct to RUN burned through his nerves. He wasn’t struggling, he just couldn’t control his own body, but Marcus cursed and adjusted his grip on the Rabbit, squeezing so hard Harlen gasped and went still.
Harlen heard the beep of a security program and the Wolf shouldered open the backdoor to an apartment complex. Keys weren’t something every animal could handle so retina scans for building security were standard. Marcus was probably relieved since at the moment both his hands were full with carrying and gagging Harlen. Harlen felt the tears as they trickled down his face when he heard the door close behind him.
No way out now.
Marcus hesitated, then turned toward the stairs and began jogging up the flights at a steady pace. A few floors up and another beep of a security door led to an apartment. Marcus opened the door with his elbow, stepped inside, and firmly closed the door with the heel of one foot.
Harlen half expected to see the entire Pack there, as though they knew and were waiting for him to give a repeat performance. But the apartment was empty.
Marcus could always call them later, an insidious voice inside him said.
It was a bachelor’s pad. Basic. Sparse. A couch. A coffee table. A TV. A bed, visible through the open doorway to the bedroom.
Marcus stalked over the couch and sat down, Harlen half in his lap and half on the couch. The Wolf attempted to angle Harlen’s face toward his, so he could make eye contact.
"I'm going to take my hand away and you're not going to scream your head off. I do not need to explain why I'm here with a Rabbit that I'm not eating or fucking. Okay?"
Harlen nodded. And he did not need more Predators knowing he was here.
Marcus tentatively lifted his hand away.
Harlen shoved himself upright–Marcus let him go–and scrambled, limbs flailing, away from the Wolf, and asked the question he’d been asking himself the past few weeks, "How do you know my name?"
Marcus smiled, it wasn’t a happy smile. It was twisted up with something Harlen couldn't identify.
"I write it on your morning toffee carrot coffee every day. Haven’t seen you in a few weeks, but I suppose you have your reasons." Marcus's smile slid away and now his eyes were angry and bitter, "But you Prey are too good to bother learning any Predator's name."
Harlen swallowed, "I know it now.” He swallowed again, the terror and anxiety still stuck in his throat. “Marcus."
Marcus snorted, lips tipped up into a half smile. “I bet you say that to all the Wolves who fuck you.”
Harlen flinched, “I never… I mean… It’s not…” He took a deep breath, “I didn’t want that! I didn’t ask for any of that!” He could feel rage trickling in, drowning the terror. He was definitely angry now. The anger was a comfortable replacement for the panic and fear, it burned fierce and righteous.
The Wolf grimaced, “Sorry. That was rude of me.”
“Understatement of the year,” Harlen mumbled, angry. He wanted to hit Marcus again. He wanted to kick him. Maybe down there where it really counted. He wanted to know–
“Why didn’t you eat me that night?” Harlen demanded.
Marcus gave him a long steady look, then said simply, “I didn’t want to.”
“Why not?”
Marcus gave a shrug. “You’re one of the decent ones.”
“What?”
The Wolf sighed, “When you come to the coffee shop you don’t stink of fear like most Prey. Wolves have sensitive noses, even more sensitive than other Predators, and as much as you Prey try to hide it you always stink of fear around us. It’s always there. It can be…” He hesitated, searching for the best way to put it, “It can be exhausting.”
“Why didn’t you…. say something? Why didn’t you stop it?” Harlen demanded.
“Stop a Pack Run?” Marcus snorted. “When wolves run we run until we’ve tasted blood or we’re exhausted. It’s usually the latter. We have the night to ourselves, the wind flowing through our fur and the moon lighting our way–sheer exhilaration. The earth flowing beneath your feet, surrounded by your Pack.” The Wolf’s dark eyes stared off into the distance, through Harlen, as he spoke. “Wolves were not meant to live in cities. It’s what we do to cope with the…. wildness that’s in our blood.”
Marcus’s eyes refocused themselves, pulling back into the present and pinning Harlen to the couch with a look. “And then your scent was there.”
Harlen gulped, “Um… sorry?”
“What the hell were you doing out there in the forest after dark anyway?”
“I…” Harlen knew it was going to sound terrible when he said it, “I fell asleep. Accidentally.” His rage began to recede in the face of his own admission and awkward embarrassment.
Marcus snorted again, “Stupid bunny.”
Harlen didn’t have any comeback or argument. What had happened to him was completely disproportionate to his mistake, but it was still a stupid mistake. But the price he had paid for one silly moment’s inattentiveness… Tears welled up, unwanted.
“Shit!” Marcus lurched to his feet and bolted into the bedroom, re-emerging a moment later with a box of tissue that he practically threw at the Rabbit. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you stu–”
“No. You’re right. It was stupid,” Harlen sniffled as he dabbed at his eyes. “I just didn’t think that my first time…” the tears flooded from his eyes and he dabbed even more furiously at his cheeks.
“For all the fur fucking sakes,” Marcus grumbled, awkwardly hovering in front of the couch before finally sitting back down, being careful not to touch Harlen anywhere. “Your first? I thought you and the red squirrel–”
“Terry?!” Harlen squeaked.
“Triple-espresso-shot-double-chocolate-macchiato Terry? Yeah, he comes in all the time bragging about how you two…. Um…. go at it like Rabbits.”
“Ew, gross. I’d never fuck a squirrel. They leave behind copulatory plugs,” Harlen scrunched up his nose to emphasize the ‘ew’ factor behind the idea.
“Copulatory… plugs?” Marcus asked.
“Squirrels, um… they… after they come they leave behind a gooey ball of… It’s a plug to–you know–keep the sperm in.” Harlen finished weakly, his face flushed with embarrassment. Admittedly it made sense that he knew more about Prey mating habits than Predator ones, but he never thought he’d be explaining it to a Wolf. Wolves and sex were infamous in their own way…
Harlen’s gaze slid down the dark T-shirt Marcus was wearing and stopped at his jean clad crotch. The heat in his cheeks rose another degree or two and he felt it rise up all the way into his ears. He jerked his head to the side and stared at a random spot on the floor. What had gotten into him?
“Yeah. Gross,” Marcus agreed. There was no way he missed Harlen’s wandering gaze. “Well, I thought…. Well, clearly I was wrong, but there you were and you smelled like fear.”
“I thought you didn’t like the scent?”
Marcus smiled, “Sometimes it’s an aphrodisiac. So fucking you was the only way I could think of to avoid eating you.”
Harlen blinked, Marcus’s logic sliding into place in his brain. “Wait, sexual exhaustion ended your Pack Run?”
Marcus’s smile widened, showing more teeth.
Harlen gulped. How many Wolves were in Marcus’s pack? How many had used him and how many times? It was a well known stereotype that Rabbits could go for hours, but had they really….? He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember all the details.
And now he was sitting across from the Wolf in his nightmares. Nightmares that sometimes left him hot and wet, desperate and confused over the past few weeks.
“Now what?” Harlen asked.
“Now….” Marcus’s dark eyes brushed their way down and up Harlen’s curled up form. “Now, I’m going to take a shower. You are going to lock yourself in my bedroom and make yourself comfortable. In the morning I’ll walk you to the cafe and make your toffee carrot coffee.” He stood up and narrowed his eyes at Harlen. “This isn’t a safe place for Rabbits after dark, Harlen. You need to stop putting yourself in these situations.”
Then a swish of his tail Marcus disappeared into the bathroom and after a few minutes Harlen heard the shower start running.
Harlen uncurled himself from his spot on the couch. He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and did exactly as Marcus told him to. He locked the door and placed the glass of water on the floor next to the bed, which really was just a mattress and a mess of blankets in the middle of the room. He briefly thought about sleeping on the hard wooden floor, but considering the chill that was likely to turn colder as the night wore on he turned off the light and tentatively sat down on the edge of the mattress.
The bed was like a nest and it smelled like Wolf. Harlen’s leg gave an instinctive twitch as he pulled some of the blankets back and lay down, fully clothed.
It was just like that night, surrounded by the smell of Wolves pressing in on him from all sides. No, his brain corrected him. It was the smell of one Wolf.
Marcus.
Harlen was certain he’d lay there until daybreak, but the exhaustion from his panicked run coupled with the torments of the McGruff brothers from earlier in the day had taken their toll. With a tiny corner of the blanket pulled over his midriff, Harlen dozed and fell asleep.
He bolted awake a few hours later, at least he thought it was a few hours later since the sky was dark. He’d heard something.
Panic shot through him at waking up in a strange place that smelled of Wolf. Harlen had been dreaming of Wolves. Again. It took him several seconds to remember where he was and even then his panic refused to completely subside. It lurked in his chest and echoed his heartbeat, so that it felt as though his heart was constantly skipping to an extra beat.
Eventually, Harlen was able to sit up and groped for the glass of water. He drank it down in a single gulp, it helped calm his breathing.
Where was Marcus? Had he gone out to stay with a pack friend? Had he left Harlen alone in an apartment surrounded by Predators in the middle of the night? He’d asked so many questions last night, but was too addled to remember to ask the truly important ones.
Harlen hugged the blanket to his chest and inhaled Marcus’s scent. The Wolf had stalked his nightmares for weeks and yet it only took one evening, one brief conversation, to change Harlen’s perspective of the Predator. The Rabbit’s thoughts flitted from what he’d learned and what he remembered from the night in the forest.
Marcus’s mouth against his neck. Marcus’s hand wrapped around his cock. Marcus’s cock inside him.
Harlen shivered, the same desperate confusion from his dreams slid over him. He humped forward into the blankets, buried his face against them and rubbed his rising erection against them through his pants. Sometimes it was like this in his nightmares. There was no pain, only arousal, heat, and sex. Harlen rubbed himself against Marcus’s bed a few more times before he stopped himself.
If he was going to do this, he should probably do it in the bathroom.
Harlen rolled over onto his back with a groan, then pushed himself to his feet. He hesitated before unlocking the door and peering out into the living room. Harlen squinted at the dark shape of the couch, bunny nighttime eyesight laughably inadequate. He snuck further out of the bedroom, silent as a ghost. He told himself he was going to check the couch, just in case, before he headed to the bathroom.
Harlen was standing within an arm’s reach before he finally made out Marcus’s dark form sprawled out on the couch. He swallowed, the gulp loud to his ears in the quiet of the night. The Wolf had left his clothes neatly folded on the coffee table and wasn’t wearing a stitch as he slept.
He wasn’t certain how long he stood there, reminding himself to breathe, and stared. In the dim, Marcus’s fur looked black. The pointed tip of his cock peeked out from a tuft of dark fur covering his groin and wasn’t the monstrosity Harlen remembered thrusting into him.
A perverse thought crossed his mind.
Harlen could kill him. There were knives in the kitchen or one well placed kick to the throat would see Marcus choking to death on his own tongue, struggling to breathe through a crushed throat.
His cock gave a little twitch at the thought, demanding attention.
Or he could….
Harlen dropped to his knees before he could think about it any further. He gave the tip of Marcus’s cock a few licks, watched as it twitched and began to slowly fill with blood. Harlen waited until the head began to plump up, then gently sucked just the tip into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. He could still taste and smell the soap the Wolf had used in the shower.
He braced one hand on the edge of the couch and wrapped the other one around the base of the Wolf’s cock, pumping gently as he continued to suck on his prize. Marcus’s cock lengthened and grew in Harlen’s mouth and in his grip. The Wolf made a soft moan and thrust sluggishly a few times in his sleep. Harlen continued to control the pace as he pushed more and more of Marcus’s cock into his mouth, bit by bit, the stiff flesh sliding fat and heavy over his tongue.
Harlen discovered that his gag reflex had been destroyed by the Wolves as Marcus’s cock reached the back of his throat and he was able to push the tip of it down into his throat. Marcus awoke with a gasp and a jolt at the same moment.
“Harlen? What are you–?”
The Rabbit gripped the Wolf’s thigh with his hand and dug his blunt nails into it. Harlen pushed further down onto Marcus’s cock, teeth grazing the shaft ever so slightly in warning.
Marcus let out a grunt of hurt as Harlen’s nails bit into his leg, but that was quickly followed by a long groan as Harlen worked his mouth over his erection. Waking up in his current predicament sent a surge of blood into Marcus’s cock, Harlen could feel it thickening inside his mouth as he pulled back to suck on the tip, teasing it with his tongue.
“Harlen–” Marcus tried again as the Rabbit popped up to his feet, shucked his pants and underwear in a quick motion, and straddled his chest, pressing his tail back into the Wolf’s face.
“Lick,” Harlen commanded, shoving his bottom at Marcus’s face.
There was a moment of hesitation, then Marcus’s hands rose up and gripped Harlen’s thighs, pulling him closer to his mouth. The first wet swipe of the Wolf’s tongue dragged a deep groan from Harlen as he reached for Marcus’s erection. He was too short to sixty-nine with Marcus while splayed out on his chest, so he wrapped one hand around the Wolf’s erection and stroked. Harlen could just about reach the tip and he lapped at it enthusiastically.
Meanwhile, Marcus dragged his tongue from Harlen’s tight balls, up his taint, to his entrance. He licked and licked, wetting the sensitive skin before spearing his tongue at the tiny tight hole. Harlen moaned as Marcus worked at shoving his entire tongue inside, rubbing the inner skin of his rim each time as he thrust past.
“Harlen, I’m going–” Marcus’s hips began to pump up thoughtlessly.
“No!” Harlen slapped the thick shaft at his mercy, ringing a yell from Marcus as he arched up in pain. “No talking! More licking!”
The Wolf moaned but obeyed, licking Harlen open until his face was covered in his own saliva, Harlen’s slick, and until Harlen’s hole was pink and glistening. Each time Marcus got too close to coming Harlen would slap the tip of his cock or give his balls a hard yank that elicited a groan of pain.
Finally, Harlen rose up on his knees again and flipped himself around. He rubbed his rosy pink erection, framed with white fur, against Marcus’s shaft, while he reached back and slid two fingers into himself quickly. Marcus's efforts were paying off.
“Good boy.” Harlen crooned at Marcus as he rode his own fingers, the rocking motion rubbing their cocks together.
“Harlen, what are you doing?” Marcus managed to get out as he reached up and grabbed the front of Harlen’s T-shirt.
Harlen gripped Marcus’s cock and squeezed, arousal and pain mixing together and making Marcus groan again. He rubbed the Wolf’s precum down over as much as the shaft as he could. “Whatever I want,” he said as he lined himself up and pushed Marcus inside himself.
“Fuck!”
He was tight, so tight he was forced to rise up onto his knees and rock back down on Marcus’s cock, again and again, inch by inch, until he felt himself settle down on the Wolf’s thighs. It was just how he remembered it, huge and thick, filling him up so tight Harlen wasn’t certain he would be able to breathe with it all crammed inside of him. Marcus was a gasping desperate mess by that point, his dark eyes glowing yellow. Harlen had heard that wolves’ eyes changed color like that when they were excited.
“Fuck, Harlen. Fuck!” Marcus chanted as his hips rocked up, pushing himself deeper inside in tiny increments.
Curiously, Harlen reached down and rubbed a thumb over one of Marcus’s nipples. The Wolf arched up into the touch with another groan, bucking up into Harlen and making the Rabbit gasp.
“Sensitive,” Harlen observed out loud, rubbing his thumb over the same nipple again and drawing out the same response. “Think I could make you come just from playing with your nipples and squeezing your cock?” he flexed his hole, bearing down just to demonstrate.
“Ah… ah!”
Marcus grabbed Harlen’s thighs and tried to lift him. Harlen leaned back, shifting his weight and moving Marcus inside him until they both moaned with it, but Marcus couldn’t lift him. Marcus couldn’t control him when Harlen tilted his body back and settled his center of gravity over Marcus’s knees.
“Say please,” Harlen whispered and squeezed his hole around the Wolf’s cock.
Marcus’s moan was so long it was almost a howl.
“You’re just a Rabbit,” Marcus panted.
Harlen rocked forward and flicked a nail over the other untouched nipple, then he leaned back and squeezed.
“Harlen!” Marcus thrust up again to not much avail.
Harlen didn’t respond, other than to squeeze down on the flesh buried inside his bottom. He did it over and over as Marcus panted and squirmed beneath him, until finally:
“Please! Please, Harlen! Please!”
Wordlessly, Harlen leaned forward and lifted himself up, Marcus’s cock sliding halfway out before he pushed himself back down with a hissed, “Yeeesss!”
He rose up and dropped himself down on the Wolf, slamming the pointed tip of his cock into that bundle of nerves inside that made his nerves light up with pleasure. Harlen chased his own pleasure, only half aware of Marcus thrusting up into his body desperately seeking release.
Marcus had his head thrown back, mouth open as he gasped for air between thrusts, his chest rising and falling. Harlen wished he were tall enough to wrap his hands around the Wolf’s neck, see Marcus’s eyes widen in shock as he pressed down against his windpipe with his thumbs, perhaps see the veins in his neck stand out as he struggled to breath. However, since he wasn’t tall enough, Harlen wondered if Marcus would let him put a collar and leash on him. The thought made Harlen’s cock jump, straining for release.
“Harlen, I can’t… control it…” Marcus stuttered out, hands like hot brands on Harlen’s thighs.
Harlen dropped himself down one final time and came, streaking Marcus’s chest and the black fur at his groin white as he gasped through his climax.
“Harlen! Harlen!” Marcus begged, his still erect cock pressed deep into the Rabbit’s body. “Please let me…! I can’t…!”
He reached up and gave one of Marcus’s nipples a hard pinch and a twist. Harlen’s muscles were still clenching around Marcus’s cock from his own orgasm as Marcus came with a howl. Harlen felt the knot that Marcus was no longer able to control as it swelled inside him, making Harlen come harder with a moan, his pale bunny cock continuing to jerk and dribble semen across Marcus’s stomach.
Marcus moved underneath him, shifting his knot and his cock, making them both moan with it. Marcus gasped a few times to catch his breath between attempting to move again.
“Here. Wait,” Marcus bent his knees so that Harlen could recline against them instead of lying over the Wolf’s chest, which was covered in Harlen’s own release. Wolves came for several minutes after knotting, tied together with their mate, so Harlen knew he might as well get comfortable.
Gratefully, Harlen lay back against Marcus’s powerful thighs. Marcus gasped and thrust up a little as Harlen clenched down and milked his cock as he changed positions. Once Harlen had caught his breath he squeezed down, just for fun, to watch Marcus’s eyes roll back up into his head as his orgasm intensified.
“I don’t remember you being this intense the last time you knotted me,” Harlen observed.
Marcus was still breathing heavily when he answered, “Last time I came once before without knotting you. It takes the edge off things and–” Harlen flexed, enjoying the power and control as Marcus gasped and bucked his hips uncontrollably, still coming.
“And?” Harlen prompted.
“And I’ve never been assaulted by a Bunny before,” Marcus smiled. “It’s kind of hot.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you assaulted the Bunny,” Harlen drawled out, adding a squeeze of his hole between each word that had Marcus panting and cursing by the end of the sentence.
“Ah…. Fuck…. Ah! Ugnnhhh….!
“If you keep doing that we may have to go again,” Marcus warned as soon as he could speak again.
“Hm,” Harlen lifted himself up, testing the knot where it tugged against his rim. He bounced himself gently against the pull, then settled back down onto Marcus’s lap. “Sounds more like a ‘probably’ to me.”
“Then let’s get cleaned up,” Marcus scooped his hands underneath Harlen’s bottom and cautiously lurched to his feet. Harlen moaned and wrapped his legs around the Wolf as he carried them, still locked together, to the bathroom. They finally ditched the last article of clothing, Harlen’s T-shirt, somewhere between the couch and the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Marcus eased his still slightly swollen knot from Harlen’s hole and cleaned him out. Harlen moaned as Marcus removed the shower head and gently pushed the nozzle inside of him. Once he’d been thoroughly rinsed out, Marcus ate out his ass again, this time pushing his tongue inside the Rabbit’s loose hole as far as he could reach. Harlen decided he didn’t mind getting eaten by a Wolf this way. He came with Marcus’s tongue licking deep inside him.
After that, Marcus fucked him up against the shower wall, Harlen's back pressed to the wall. His cries and moans echoing off the tile, as he locked his ankles around Marcus’s neck and the Wolf folded him in half against the wall. Rabbits are also known for their flexibility and Harlen proved it. Halfway through Marcus let him down, made Harlen turn around and place his hands on the wall before sliding back into his tender hole. He knotted Harlen again and had to carry him out of the shower when the hot water ran out. Marcus pulled Harlen’s knees up against his chest–back pressed to Marcus’s chest, cock and knot still buried tightly in his ass–and tucked his hands under Harlen’s knees and carried him like that to the bed. When his knot went down enough, Harlen pushed Marcus onto his back, pinned the Wolf’s hands beneath his knees, and rode Marcus to orgasm again.
“Fuck!” the final time Marcus was too exhausted to knot, falling asleep moments after tucking Harlen against his side.
Surprisingly, Marcus woke up before Harlen. He snuck quietly out to the living room to find his phone and called in sick. Harlen was just waking up when he attempted to slip back into bed, leaving the phone on the floor next to him.
“Any regrets?” Harlen asked as he stretched out his long legs and smirked as he caught Marcus watching.
“No,” came the blunt reply as the Wolf reached out and rubbed hand down then up one of Harlen’s legs. “You’re alive, aren’t you? I don’t regret doing what was necessary to keep you that way.” His hand cupped the side of Harlen’s thigh, the thumb rubbing across the invisible seam where leg became hip.
Harlen snorted, “My hero,” he said with playful derision and tugged Marcus to lie down beside him.
“You never did tell me how you ended up in my neighborhood near sunset,” Marcus mused as Harlen snuggled up against him and began drifting off again.
“Ah, some Goats thought it’d be a funny prank,” Harlen said sleepily.
“A prank?” Marcus’s voice was sharp with shock.
Harlen woke again at the hint of danger in the Wolf’s voice, “Uh… I think… Goats aren’t really the brightest, so I think they overestimated a Rabbit’s top speed. I think they believed I had plenty of time to get out.”
“Goats?” Marcus asked incredulously. “They’re really not much smarter than Sheep or–”
“Bunnies?” Harlen interrupted.
“I was going to say Cows, but I think we can find an exception to every rule,” Marcus said smoothly. “Anyone you need to call to let them know you’re not dead?” Marcus asked as he reached for the phone and offered it to Harlen.
Harlen yawned and reached for the phone, “I’ll just text them. Less drama that way.” Once he’d finished the final text, the Rabbit dropped the phone on the pillow and straddled Marcus’s torso.
“Where were we?” Harlen asked as he leaned down for a kiss.
Marcus groaned as he arched up into the kiss and grabbed a globe of Harlen’s ass in each hand. “I’ve created a monster.”
He reached further back and slid a finger into Harlen’s hole without difficulty. The Rabbit was already slick in anticipation. Marcus groaned. “I’m going to fuck you every night and every day, so that you’re always ready for the next fuck. And anyone who smells you is going to know you were fucked by a Wolf because you’ll reek of my cum. You’re going to confuse the shit out of them, because you’ll smell more like a Predator than a Bunny.”
“An oversex Predator,” Harlen laughed as Marcus slid another finger inside him.
“No one’s going to mess with you as long as you smell like me,” Marcus pressed two fingers of each hand into Harlen’s hole. He gave it a tug and smiled when Harlen arched his back with a gasp, as Marcus spread open his entrance. He nudged his cock into the opening and without removing his fingers, pushed in.
Harlen’s voice cracked as he groaned, spread wide around Marcus’s cock and his fingers, as though Marcus’s entire cock was the size and width of his knot.
Marcus fucked him like that until Harlen came, then he pushed the Rabbit down into the blankets and fucked him on his side until Harlen came again. The third time Harlen came that morning was hanging from Marcus’s knot on his knees, face pressed into the bed and his ass high in the air. Marcus was learning to pace himself better, his one orgasm to Harlen’s three (or four if he could manage it) seemed like the perfect ratio.
“I didn’t know Wolves could do this,” Harlen said when they were locked together and resting. He was playing with Marcus’s hand, pressing down on the palm side of the knuckles. The Wolf’s claw extended and retracted over the top of a blunt nail as Harlen massaged his hand. “It’s like a cat.”
Marcus snorted and made a weak attempt to rescue his hand, “So? Wolves have both a claw and a nail. Some animals have evolved to have double eyelids, I don’t see what makes this any different.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Harlen gave Marcus’s palm a quick kiss. “I’m glad you caught me that night.”
Marcus shook his head, “I didn’t catch you. I just fucked you first.”
Harlen smiled, “Well, then I’m glad it was you.”