Chapter 240
Daphne
Something smells delicious.
I open my mouth before I even open my eyes, nose pressed into soft fur, heat curling low in my belly.
When my vision clears, I realize—my bunny.
She's curled small between my paws, still in her shifted form. Completely asleep. Completely defenseless.
My tail flicks lazily behind me, swishing against the floor. A low rumble builds in my chest, equal parts amusement and hunger.
I lower my head, nuzzle into her side, and drag my tongue over the curve of her back.
Her fur parts under the stroke, the taste warm, faintly sweet, carrying the ghost of her scent from earlier—sweat, tears, heat. It makes something primal in me snap awake.
I lick again.
And again.
Each stroke slower, rougher, savoring the way she twitches in her sleep. Little paws curling. Ears flicking like she feels it even through dreams.
I grin, tongue sliding over my fangs.
I could devour her. Bite through her scruff, pin her down, swallow her whole.
