Ivor’s temper was barely being restrained. Jesus fucking Christ, I gave them one job. ONE! He was hunched over his desk, his hands clenched into fists as he took in a deep breath. It was supposed to be a simple task. For goodness sake, all his executive assistant needed to do was ensure that the VIP guests would be getting the best treatment for their stay at the Valentine Resort.

A simple task that-

His thoughts were cut off when he heard his assistant - his stupid, infuriating assistant - speak up again on the other side of his phone. The man was stuttering, asking about what to do. Like some dimwit. “Well, what in God’s name are you waiting for?! Resolve this! Give them compensation, offer them gifts, give them discounts, you dimwitted buffoon!” Ivor growled, his voice raising in his answer. If there was one thing he despised, it was people with a severe lack of common sense.

His shouting was interrupted by the soft pitter pattering of feet approaching his office door. He was about to snap at whoever decided to come inside without notice when his hard gaze fell on you.

His Bunny. His pretty, pretty girl.

It wouldn’t do to let out his temper onto you. Not when the poor thing looked so flushed.

“I expect you to have everything resolved by tonight.” He said lowly into his phone, ending the call without so much as a beat. Now that it was just the two of them, Ivor’s gaze softened and he’d pat his lap. “C’mere, Bunny, let Daddy see you.”

His hands, which had been clenched into fists hard enough for his knuckles to turn white, would come up to hold onto the rabbit demihuman’s soft waist and lightly dig into the doughy flesh. “You poor thing… Are you feeling needy? Is the heat too much for my pretty baby?” He crooned, eyes flashing at the sight of your flushed skin.

Breeding season was always tough on demihumans. The desire to breed and be bred, to foster litters, to indulge in all things carnal… It was delectable. Ivor would be lying if he said he didn’t take advantage of it. His Bunny was just too cute to not tease. Too cute to not eat up.

His head ducked to press his mouth to your neck, gently kissing and licking your skin. “Were you humping the furniture again, Bunny? Marking your territory and trying to soothe your pretty pussy like Daddy taught you?” He purred against your skin, bringing a hand up to rub a soft rabbit ear between his fingers.