Page 22 of The Bunny Blues

No wonder I’d been so toasty warm and comfortable! I’d been buried beneath his thick, wolfy fur. After this, I planned to recommend that every girl tried using a wolf as a body pillow at least once in her life, because it was absolutely incredible.

I stretched, then grunted as a dull ache ebbed through my muscles and coiled like barbed wire around my heart. Crap!

I knew this was just the beginning of the pain that came from being separated from my mates, and I’d been doing my best to stuff it into a bottomless junk drawer in my mind, hoping I could forget about it.

Grinding my teeth together, I fought to keep my frustration and anger from consuming me. I couldn’t help but feel betrayed by my body’s weakness in grieving for the pathetic pieces of trash who were my matched.

Why couldn’t I be stronger? I’d done the impossible and escaped them, so why did my body have to keep reminding me?

Coda whined, nuzzling me with his snout, and my survival instincts flared to life. Every muscle in my body tensed, preparing to bolt for safety. But a heartbeat later, my inner rabbit, who’d been lethargic since our heart had been shattered in the mansion’s kitchen, stirred.

Rather than being afraid, she was intrigued by Coda’s behavior. With a start, I realized what she’d already figured out. He was checking me for injuries.

Coda was worried about me.

Instead of tightening my control on my bunny, I let go. Curious to see what she would do, I allowed her to take over.

She immediately rolled us onto our back, giving Coda full access to our belly. It didn’t seem like a wise move, since he could disembowel us with a single bite, but I held still.

The wolf’s warm breath ruffled my fur, and my rabbit responded with a playful kick of her back legs against his snout. I began worrying about her sanity since it seemed like she was trying to get us eaten for breakfast… and not in a fun way.

Coda yanked his head back and sneezed. Resisting the urge to run, I continued to let my rabbit take the lead. She continued to lie on her back and watch him as he tilted his massive head and stared down at us.

Cautiously, he lowered his snout until his nose touched my belly again. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then, to my shock, his long tongue darted out and licked nearly my entire face in a single go.

What in the carrot frond tickling bull testicles was that?

When Coda touched his nose to mine, I did the logical thing.

I licked him back.

The dark wolf gave a chuffing sort of laugh, seemingly amused by my act of defiance.

He didn’t know it yet, but the joke was on him. Clearly, he had no idea how dangerous bunnies could be!

I was so focused on planning my revenge, I didn’t even see his attack coming.

One minute, I was teasing the massive wolf, and the next, I was being attacked by his long, happy tongue.

Coda ran his tongue the length of my furry belly, up my face, and down the length of my ears. Heck, the wolf even took a nibble of my puffy black tail.

I squealed and shrieked under the wet assault. My shrieks must have alerted Quin to what was going down, because a second black wolf thundered down the hall. Quin bounded onto the carpet and onto our makeshift bed.

If I’d expected him to rescue me, I would have been sorely mistaken.

Instead, Quin gave me a wolfy grin and began lapping at my fur alongside his brother. What kind of weirdo brothers did Reese have?

I kicked and squealed, but if I’m being honest, neither my rabbit nor myself made any real efforts to escape.

I’d spent over twenty-four hours being snuggled and fed by the pair of dark wolves, and it had left me craving more. The past months, I’d been starved of affection, and I was going to take whatever was offered me… even if it came in the odd form of sloppy wolf kisses.

I’m not sure when it happened, but the wolves’ playful chuffs turned to rumbling growls. Their licks slowed and took on a serious edge.

My heart banged around my chest like a drunken bird at the change in their demeanors, and I worried they’d gotten a taste and might take a bite any minute.

“Whoa! Guys! Have you forgotten I’m not actually prey?” is what I tried to say, but since I was still in my rabbit form, it came out as a string of panicked squeals.

Crap! Instead of calling them off, I’d basically turned myself into a doggy squeak toy.

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