Chapter 21
WOLF, PUP, AND RABBIT
Killian woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. He felt warm. Comfortable. Safe.
Then he smelled wolf, and his heart stuttered.
The scent of predator was intense around him. That earthy, foresty animal musk covered up everything else; it smelled as though he was surrounded by a wolf pack, their fangs almost on his skin.
Why hadn’t he sensed the danger sooner?
His palms sweating, Killian listened for threats.
He realized belatedly that there was someone right behind him, warm breaths puffing into his hair. A steady heartbeat thumped against his back.
It wasn’t just anyone, either. It was a wolf.
Crush.
In fact, Crush was almost on top of him; he was clutching Killian to himself like a teddy bear, one heavy leg thrown over Killian’s hip.
If Killian were a bystander, he would’ve cooed and said this was adorable. But right now, all he could think was, What was I thinking, going to bed with a wolf?
He couldn’t tell how long they had slept together; blackout shades had been drawn over the windows. But he didn’t have any bloody bites on his body, either. Crush hadn’t even tried to nibble on Killian in his sleep. Did he really have that much self-control?
More importantly, Crush was completely naked, his fuzzy skin pressed snugly against Killian’s.
At least his morning wood isn’t poking into my back, Killian thought, blushing hotly. That would be so awkward.
But he didn’t feel Crush’s soft cock against his thigh, either. Why? Where was Crush’s cock?
Killian shifted ever so slightly, trying to figure it out.
The movement made friction drag inside him.
He froze. He clenched his muscles, only to realize there was something big and thick in his ass.
I’m not gonna take my cock out at all tonight. What I will do is knot you and fuck you, and knot you again. Give you so many loads, you’ll look pregnant.
“Oh gods,” Killian breathed, blushing to the tips of his ears. Crush had kept his promise. And Killian had gotten so used to Crush’s presence inside him, it didn’t even register when he woke up. “How is this my life?”
And how was Crush still asleep?
Killian wracked his brain, riffling through his memories from yesterday—the murder attempt, the car chase, the attack on the cabin.
Crush had come to Killian’s rescue. He had stuck with Killian through everything without complaint.
And he had touched Killian, made Killian come so many times that they had to have broken some kind of record.
Of course Crush was exhausted. He had to get all the sleep he needed.
Just that Killian’s bladder twinged. I need to pee really badly.
The good news: Crush’s knot had gone down.
The bad news: If Killian wasn’t careful, he would wake Crush by getting out from under him.
Carefully, he lifted Crush’s arm off his midsection. He angled his hips away too, letting Crush’s cock slide out halfway.
The alpha snuffled then. He stirred and nuzzled into Killian’s hair, pulling Killian more tightly against himself.
“Mine,” Crush mumbled. And he rolled on top of Killian, pushing his cock all the way back inside.
Killian made a choked sound. It felt good. But it was bad, because he almost peed all over the bed. “Lemme out,” he whimpered, squirming. “I gotta pee!”
Crush snuffled again. With some confusion, he rolled off Killian, strong arms releasing him.
Killian whined at the friction of his alpha pulling out. As he climbed off the bed, fluid began to leak out of his hole. He had to stuff a tissue between his cheeks—except there was so much cum leaking out, one tissue wasn’t enough.
He grabbed a few more tissues and crammed them all against his hole, waddling out of the bedroom to the cabin’s shared bathroom.
A bottle of baby oil sat on the bathroom counter, next to a bag of cotton makeup pads. Something stirred in Killian’s memory.
Then he looked down, squawking when he found purple ink all over his cock. Crush’s name had been written several times all over his half-hard length.
That was what the baby oil was for.
Killian sat gingerly on the toilet, his face hot.
If you want me to stop treating your hole like it’s mine to come in whenever I want, all you have to do is wipe off the markings.
When Killian was done, he flushed and washed his hands, wiping down his chest.
He walked deliberately past the baby oil and blushed harder. Would Crush react when he realized that Killian hadn’t scrubbed off his name?
Killian shook off those thoughts and headed for the other bedroom. Naddie was in the wolf-themed crib, watching as Wonder Cart squeaked its wheels and raced around. Hansel was nowhere to be found.
When Killian stepped in, Naddie perked up, babbling at him. His heart swelled. “Hey, sweetheart.”
He scooped her into his arms, breathing in her sweet baby scent. Then he patted the cart too. “Hey, Wonder Cart. Great job entertaining Naddie.”
The cart wriggled and lifted its flap in greeting.
“Someday, maybe there’ll be a book about you and your adventures with Naddie,” Killian said. “Maybe you’ll get a few cart friends so all of Naddie’s siblings each have a cart, and you’ll get to race around with them.”
Wonder Cart squeaked excitedly. Killian grinned.
“We’ll do that when they’re a little older. Now, Naddie. Are you hungry? You look hungry.”
She latched onto him eagerly. Killian cuddled her and went to lean against Wonder Cart.
Now that he was wide awake, Killian took the time to look around the cabin.
Like Crush’s vacation home, this place was filled with pictures of cars and wolves.
It contained more scents though, belonging to different wolves, and more worn furniture.
There was also a tiny racetrack running along every wall, at knee level, with a few wooden toy cars dotting it.
Killian reached down, pushing a toy car along the track.
“I made that with the intention of letting my pups play with it,” came a voice behind him.
Killian jumped, whirling around.
Crush was leaning casually against the bedroom doorway, strong arms folded across his chest. He looked sleep-rumpled, with bedhead and pillow creases on his cheek, a pair of boxers tugged haphazardly over his hips. A smile tugged at his mouth. It grew wider when he saw Naddie in Killian’s arms.
Then his gaze dropped lower, and he growled. “Do you remember what I said about the baby oil?”
Killian nodded, his cheeks flaring hot again.
Crush swallowed roughly. “Okay.” With what seemed like great effort, he dragged his gaze back up to Killian’s face. “How is Naddie?”
“I think she missed her milk buffet,” Killian said dryly.
Crush laughed. “She’s adorable.”
He came closer, leaning in to grin at Killian’s baby. Like before, Naddie craned her neck to look at him.
“Hey, don’t distract her,” Killian grumbled. “Let her finish her breakfast.”
“Alright.” Crush dropped a kiss on Killian’s head, before heading to the kitchen.
Killian followed him. “What are you doing?”
“Making us coffee.”
Killian watched as Crush scooped some beans into an electric grinder, pulsing it soundlessly. “Is that spelled to be silent?”
“Yup. No one needs to hear coffee beans grinding this early in the day. Especially when most people here have sensitive ears.”
“Oh. We just... stuffed rolled-up TP in our ears,” Killian mumbled. “Or bought coffee grounds.”
Crush glanced over. With one hand on the coffee grinder, he reached out, gently tracing Killian’s human ears with his fingertips. “Pop out those bunny ears. Let me rub them.”
Anticipation shivered down Killian’s spine. He shifted only his ears, purring when Crush stroked them.
Naddie’s ears grew long and fuzzy, too.
“Awww!” Crush looked as though he might melt; his eyes had gone wide and adoring. “Both of you! Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
He hurried out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. In moments, he was back with his phone, pointing its camera at them. Unlike Hansel, Crush’s phone camera was silent. He turned it around to show Killian the photo.
Killian blinked. “I don’t think I’ve ever taken a photo with the two of us. I mean, me and Naddie.”
Crush’s eyebrows shot up. “You haven’t?”
Killian shrugged uneasily. “I wasn’t sure I should be in the photos; I just wanted pictures of Naddie, you know?”
“Sweetheart, you should absolutely have pictures with the both of you. My dads do that with us; they want us to see how happy they are that we’re in their lives.”
Not for the first time, envy gnawed at Killian’s insides. Crush’s family seemed to genuinely enjoy having each other around. “I’ll do that.”
“Here, I’ll send you the picture.” Crush tapped on his phone. Somewhere in the cabin, Killian’s phone buzzed.
The words were falling out of Killian’s mouth before he could think. “Would you like to take a picture with us, too?”
Crush perked up. “Yeah, of course! Here, let me pull up a chair so I’m not towering over you.”
He dragged a chair over, before sitting down and holding up his phone. On the screen, Killian and Naddie fitted neatly into the frame next to him.
“On three,” Crush said. “One, two—”
Killian sneaked his free hand behind Crush’s head, the V of his first two fingers sticking up to give Crush a pair of fake rabbit ears.
Crush grinned right as he snapped the picture, his face turned ever so slightly, his gaze locked on Killian.
This, too, felt like being wanted.
“We match!” Crush said excitedly. “Three of us, all rabbits!”
Killian couldn’t help it; he burst out laughing. “You, a rabbit?”
“Hey, I can be a good rabbit,” Crush said unconvincingly.
Killian snorted. “How are you going to act like a rabbit?”
“Uh.” Crush stuck his own V-shaped fingers on his head. He wriggled them and twitched his nose. “Like this?”
“You forgot the raging sex drive,” Killian said dryly.
“I’m not acting that out right now,” Crush retorted, his lips pulling into a grin.
“You should let Naddie see your wolf. She didn’t have time to yesterday; you were running out of the cabin.”