Page 21 of The Bunny Blues

Pausing, he ran his thumb across his bottom lip. I tilted my head, knowing there was something more he wanted to say.

Quin saved Coda from his struggle. “Or you can sleep here with us.”

My eyes snapped to Quin. The sight of the sexy wolf shifter reclining on the pile of blankets caused my mouth to become drier than an Arizona desert.

“Please don’t freak out. This whole situation is unusual.” Coda brushed my puffy cheek with his fingertip. “It’s just that…” Coda hesitated again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I tilted my head and waited.

“Our wolves are attached to you,” Quin stated bluntly.

“Quin! Why would you say that? Now you’ve definitely made it weird!” Coda sat back on his heels and glared at Quin.

“Because it wasn’t already weird? Don’t you think it’s better if she knows our wolves are acting strange because they want to be close to her rather than worrying they want to play with their next meal?” Quin tucked his arms behind his head and stared Coda down.

At least, I think he was staring at Coda.

I couldn’t be sure because when Quin lifted his arms, his white T-shirt had ridden up and left me mesmerized by his exposed skin. A thin line of hair trailed down his tan skin before disappearing into the band of his sweats.

My body warmed, and if I’d been in human form, the heat would have no doubt turned my skin as red as a ripe tomato.

There was no way I could deny I was attracted to them, but my mind was struggling to accept it. My inner beast had already claimed four mates, so I shouldn’t be feeling anything about these men.

While my bunny wasn’t pushing to mount him and ride him like a rodeo-winning bull rider, she was definitely drawn to them. With no small effort, I pulled my eyes away from Quin’s treasure trail.

Coda was looking at me expectantly, and I mulled over the situation for less than ten seconds. I knew what I wanted, and my bunny felt the same.

We both liked the idea of stretching out on the pile of blankets between the pair of wolf shifters. Not to mention, the thought of sleeping alone on a cold bed in an unfamiliar house sounded far less appealing.

Unable to tell them what I wanted verbally, and too exhausted to shift, I dragged myself to the edge of the couch and plopped onto the floor.

Ignoring my aching muscles, I slowly hopped across the blankets toward Quin.

As I neared him, I paused and stared at him, my whiskers twitching. I longed to squish myself against him and enjoy the comfort of his body heat, but I didn’t have the right to ask for that.

Or did I? The brothers had been kind of fighting over me earlier, hadn’t they?

Moving his arm from behind his head, Quin created a space just big enough for me between his body and bicep. Too tired to spend any more time worrying over my body’s odd reaction to him, I hopped into the space and flopped onto my side.

Quin rolled to his side, tucking my tiny body against his chest. “Sleep well, Ellora.”

The lights dimmed, and a moment later, Coda settled on his side, facing us. His finger trailed down my side. “You’re guarded by wolves, and if anyone dares come tonight, we’ll rip them to shreds.”

I was a bite-sized midnight snack tucked between two of the pack’s scariest wolves. Any rabbit in my position would have had the cocoa puff-shaped crap scared out of her. But I’d never felt safer.

My nose twitched in happiness, and the last thought that ran through my mind before I drifted into the best sleep of my life was that I finally knew what it felt like to be snuggled in a nest.

The next day and a half were a blur. Each time I awoke, I was cuddled against one of the brothers.

Rather than trying to rip me to ribbons, the two handsome wolves had lost control and very nearly smothered me in cuddles. It was the most physical contact I’d had since my parents had decided I was too old to have a nanny and had let mine go.

When they weren’t cooing over my fur-covered feet or stroking my ears, they were plying me with bunny-sized snacks from a tray they kept filled with treats. They’d even stocked it with water bottles they would pour into a porcelain cereal bowl for me to drink from.

Based on the way they were pampering me, the brothers would make fabulous pet owners, and I made a mental note to tell them that whenever I worked up the energy reserves to shift again.

For the umpteenth time, I opened my eyes. Confusion muddled my mind when I found the room was completely dark. It seemed like it should be morning, but maybe I was wrong, and it was still the middle of the night.

Coda shifted beside me, and the hazy darkness lifted. Blinking away the sleep from my eyes, I stared up at the wolf standing over me.

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