Chapter 45: Nine Lives?!
Mollis’ whiskers twitched as she breathed him in—that impossibly warm scent that made her jaw ache with want.
She’d crept closer intentionally, close enough that her boobs nearly brushed his shirt, close enough to see the golden flecks trapped in his eyes like amber catching fire.
’Mom said rabbits are domestic,’ her mind chattered frantically, ’but Mom also said humans were ugly, brutish things, and this one...’
This one had skin like silk stretched over marble, olive-toned and flawless, and she found herself wondering what it would feel like under her teeth. Her ears flattened against her skull as the thought hit her, not gentle nibbles like she gave the clover in her garden, but something desperate, hungry, the kind of biting that left a hickey.
’Saints preserve me, I want to taste him.’ Her small hands trembled at her sides, fighting the urge to reach up and touch, to see if that perfect skin was as soft as it looked, if it would give under pressure, if he would make sounds when she—
Not that she didn’t know...
"You smell like honey and trouble," she whispered before she could stop herself, her voice barely audible but loaded with a heat that would have scandalized every proper rabbit in her village.
Her pupils dilated as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze, close enough now that his breath ghosted across her throat.
"Tell me, Aster... do you bite back?"
Aster’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth falling open slightly. The heat in her voice, the way she’d breathed his name like a prayer. Where had that come from? She was practically purring at him with eyes that held promises he wasn’t sure he understood.
"Huh?" The word escaped him before he could think of anything more eloquent.