She passes me to greet the two bunnies who twitch their noses and eagerly run up to the edge of a large pen and stand for her to pet their floppy ears. One is the color of cinnamon, and the other is a light gray. Red calls the brown one Bangs, a girl rabbit, while the other is a boy named Bombs. Red unhooks the latch, releasing two small fur-pedos who zoom out, badgering her every step.
“Mama’s got you,” Red coos while carefully making her way to the fridge. She pulls out a big bunch of cilantro. They give credence to their names, Bangs and Bombs, by the way they explode in a frenzy. The two rabbits go nuts, running in circles, leaping into the air, shaking their butts. They follow her back to their corner where there is a litter box, several tunnels and a doll’s bed. She lays the greens in their bowl and they are soon crunching away at the thick stems. Their setup is nicer than Red’s.
She starts to walk away from them, but then shooting me a wary glance, she latches the pen shut again. I get the impression she would let them stay out if it weren’t for my presence.
“Litter box trained rabbits?” I ask.
Her voice sounds tired as she pours hot water into a mug already equipped with a bag of chamomile. “I’m not home enough for a dog, and I don’t care for cats.” Then she shoots me a warning glance. “If one whisker or hair is out of place on my rabbits in the morning, I will personally turn you into a winter coat, wolf form or not.”
“How about that tea?” I say, noting she made only one cup.
She sniffs. “I read somewhere that tea is bad for dogs.” Then she disappears into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her. I’m left with a tiny, lumpy couch set at a dramatic slant next to two happily munching rabbits.
How did my uncomplicated life come to this? I ease my wayupto the couch and sit down. I can already tell it’s going to be a long night.
Chapter11
Everyone’s a Buzz
BREXLEY
Red can’t sleep. I know because I can’t either.
I hear her toss and turn through the thin walls. I’ve been twisting the ring around my finger and pacing the nauseatingly uneven floor for an hour. If I weren’t deliberately silent-footed about it, she’d likely hear me too.
Why does the floor have to slope down toward the bedroom, like gravity is pulling me toward her?
This little fire-haired girl has gotten under my skin. All I want is to break down her door and fuck her unconscious. I want to nuzzle that spot between her neck and shoulder before sinking my teeth into her, leaving a mark. Like she’s my territory.
She’s not mine. She’s as good as the next female.
Not a single bit of my brain believes me. Not now that I know how Red tastes, how she feels under me. I could walk out into the night and find a willing girl to fuck in the shadows and slip back here in no time. But that’s not what I want.
Again, I eye the door, considering how little effort it would take to destroy the barrier.
I teeter on the edge of control in a way I haven’t felt for years. Even knowing the full moon is in a couple of days doesn’t account for this.
I experienced plenty of this when I was younger. When I reached nineteen, and the moons grew full, I’d have to retreat and chain myself up. Otherwise, I risked going feral on the streets and hurting someone with my moon craze, or worse, accidentally mating with someone.
I'd rather die than mate with anyone.
But I haven't had to yank the leash on my restraint like this for years. Had I seriously been inside her only twelve hours ago? It seems like it has been forever.
A frustrated groan reaches my ears, and I hear wood slide against wood. Red’s opening a drawer. Then a low buzz starts up.
It takes me less than a second to realize what she is doing. I find myself pressed against Red’s door. My hands splay across the peeling paint.
Her honeyed arousal has surrounded me all day, but now it fully blooms even through a closed door. The tiniest whimper reaches my ears as the vibrating buzz oscillates. I imagine her rubbing her toy against those impatient lower lips, circling her overly sensitive bud. Needy little thing. She’s been licked and fucked to orgasm already today, but it’s not enough.
Her tense energy vibrates through the door and I know she’s not even close to satisfied. I’m not either.
My fingers curl until my nails dig into the wood.
Fuck my life. I’m so hard I could drill a hole in this door with my dick.
No touching, that’s the rule.
I do everything I can to diffuse my arousal. Everything but actually move away from the door.
