Page 20 of The Bunny Blues

Quin’s fingers traced along the length of my ear, causing me to yawn and my eyelids to droop lower.

“Stop being an idiot, Quin,” Coda snapped.

Was it just me, or did he sound a tad bit defensive?

Quin barked a laugh. “You want her to sleep in your bed so her scent will be in your room.”

Cracking open an eyelid, I peeked at Coda and caught the tinge of red on his cheeks. He was trying to look anywhere but in our direction. Oh yeah, he was definitely acting sus.

The wheels in my mind turned at a snail’s pace, slowly processing Quin’s words.

Why on earth would he want to do that?

“You’re only arguing because you want the same thing! We’re both fighting the need to roll in her scent, so you can stop with the innocent act!” Coda snarled.

Without hesitation, Quin retorted, “Yeah, and so what if I do?”

Back the truck up… They both wanted me to sleep in their beds? They wanted to roll in my scent? Was this normal for wolves, or was there something a little bit wrong with these two?

There was only one reason a rabbit shifter would have for rolling around in the sheets that smelled of another shifter. They were mates.

But Coda and Quin weren’t my mates, and they were wolves. So why would they want to wallow around in my scent?

A far more obvious reason popped into my mind and sent an icy-hot shiver of fear racing along my spine.

They were predators, and I was prey. DUH.

Respect for their alpha and Monroe was keeping them from eating me, but maybe they wanted to savor my scent while dreaming about eating Hasenpfeffer.

Yep. That had to be it.

I should’ve been more freaked out, but honestly, as long as they didn’t eat me in real life, I figured they could daydream about it all they wanted. It was a cheap, yet weird, price to pay for the safety they were providing me.

Daydreams were harmless and healthy, right? They could imagine what I would taste like, while I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands down their naked?—

Whoa, girl! I scolded myself and shook my head to clear away the NSFW images. Those thoughts were a recipe for disaster, and the last thing I needed was more man trouble.

Realizing I’d missed the brothers’ conversation, I focused my attention back on the arguing pair and fought to open my eyes again.

“Agreed! But how do we know what she wants?” Exasperation dripped from Quin’s words, and his arm twitched around me.

“Are you hard of thinking? We ask her.” I couldn’t see Coda’s face, but I was fairly sure I heard his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“I might not be as smart as you, but at least I’m sexier,” Quin mumbled under his breath.

Without another word, Coda took me from Quin’s arms and carried me into the living room. Just like with Quin, my body relaxed against Coda. When I wasn’t so tired, I’d need to figure out why they elicited this reaction. My rabbit should’ve been protesting the touch of men who weren’t her mates, but she remained quiet.

Coda lowered me onto the plush suede-covered couch before squatting down in front of me. “Ellora? I can’t imagine the stress you’re under right now, but please know that despite our caveman-like behavior, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I was unable to speak, but longed to ease the lines of worry on his face. Summoning the last of my energy, I scooted forward until I could nuzzle the hand he rested on the couch.

Coda sucked in a breath and slid his thumb across the fur of my cheek.

“Why is she so cute?” Quin whispered, walking into the living room.

His arms were piled high with fluffy pillows and thick blankets—far more than one person needed. What were they up to?

“Ellora.” Coda drew my attention away from where Quin had begun spreading the blankets on the plush carpeted floor. “We aren’t sure where you would feel most comfortable sleeping. You’re more than welcome to stay in my room or Quin’s room. That way, you can lock the bedroom door to feel more secure.”

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