Page 11 of It's Kind of a Bunny Story
The wolf lifted the blanket, peering beneath it. His eyes softened. “Well, hello there, sugar.”
“Hi.” Despite the intimacy we’d shared and the fact that my naked body was pressed against his, my heart skipped a beat, and a flush spread across my cheeks.
He is so doggone cute. Or is it wolfgone cute?
Reaching up, I brushed the hair from where it had fallen over one of his eyes. Sun-kissed golden strands wove through his messy brown hair. It wasn’t long enough to tie back, but it was the perfect length to run your fingers through… and grip during sex.
Mind out of the gutter, Charlee! I mentally scolded myself.
They were supposed to be the canines, but I was the one acting like a horndog.
Catching my hand, he brought it to his mouth and kissed each finger. Every touch of his lips did crazy things to my belly, and I forgot to breathe.
“Oh no you don’t,” the first wolf snapped.
He yanked the blanket away and scooped me into his arms. “I know that look, and our mate is going to eat before you corrupt her any further.”
Glancing back at the golden-eyed wolf, I watched him cross his arms behind his head, not even attempting to hide himself. At his husky laugh, my eyes snapped up to his face. A wickedsmirk slid across his face. He’d caught me staring, and we both knew it.
“I can take it all the way off if you want, sugar.” He winked, causing butterflies to take flight in my stomach.
“Have you no shame, Linc?” the wolf holding me grumbled.
“Linc,” I breathed, testing the name.
“I like hearing you say my name.” Linc’s brazen, almost daring expression shifted to something more vulnerable. “Technically, it’s Lincoln, but no one calls me that.”
“Okay. Then Linc it is.” I smiled.
At least now I know what name to scream the next time he brings me to the Big O.
The wolf holding me choked, and Linc barked out a laugh.
Back the truck up! Did I say that out loud?
A quick glance at the wolfish grin on Linc’s face gave me my answer. My cheeks burned, but I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. If I’d been Little Red Riding Hood, I would have purposely taken a detour from grandma’s house and begged this wolf to have his way with me.
The man sat down, pulling me down on his lap. In an effort to distract them from my lack of a filter, I twisted around to look up at him. “And your name is?”
“Just call me yours,” he rumbled, dipping his head to kiss the tip of my nose.
“Okay, Yours.” My nose twitched as I sniffed the air. “What did you bring me to eat? I’m starved!” As if it were a paid actor, my stomach growled loudly.
His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Thought you were a rabbit shifter? If you ask me, it sounds like you have an inner wolf you’re trying to hide.”
“Maybe you just don’t know how scary rabbits can be,” I teased, enjoying my mate’s laugh.
“I guess you’re right. Honestly, the idea of the Easter Bunny always creeped me out.” He fake shuddered, then smiled. “My name is Copeland. And I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat, so I brought a bit of everything.”
Unable to resist the urge, I leaned forward and touched my lips to his jaw. “I like just about everything.”
“Charlee may be a rabbit, but she doesn’t eat like one,” Fletcher teased.
My gaze slid over him, relieved to find some color had returned to his pale face. While he still cast quick glances between the wolves, most of the tension in his muscles had eased.
As if reading my thoughts, Fletcher leaned forward to squeeze my hand. “We’re safe and we’re together.”
“And most importantly, we have a family.” I blinked away my tears and tried to smile. “I don’t even care if we have a house. I’m pretty fond of this cave.”
