Chapter 4.
Abigail.
I RAN OUT OF AMERY’Shouse and into the cool morning air, my heart racing like I was competing in a marathon. What on earth had I just seen? And what in the hell had I just totally fallen head over heels for? I swallowed hard, my mind awhirl. That man I’d just met, wasn’t a man at all—at least not in the strictest sense of the word. He was a huge male rabbit with silvery gray fur, large fluffy ears, and big thumpy feet. He was like some kind of human-rabbit hybrid, perhaps? Or maybe a shifter of sorts?
Are they a real thing, too?
I’d reasoned as much right there in my friend’s living room. Anything I’d ever believed to be a fairy tale or myth was probably bloody true! The world was fast unraveling around me. My heart was still pounding, and my mouth had gone dry when I’d addressed him. I likely should have felt scared, disgusted, mortified, or something! But my reaction had been something else entirely. One I was almost too afraid to admit to.
Pascale had just stood there, frozen and unmoving, and I should have said something nice or comforting. But instead, my gaze had refused to stay focused on his face. My eyes had run the length of his body and noted every difference. And it hadn’t stopped. From one feature to another, my gaze continued to flow; over his huge pecs, along his muscled arms, and back down his strong thighs. And I was almost certain I’d spied a shadow of a raised bulge beneath all that fur... I shivered at the memory as heat flushed through me.
How can a rabbit be hot?
It made no sense whatsoever.
I hurried to my car, opened the door and slammed it shut again. The purr of the engine revving didn’t so much as even diminish the roaring sound of the thoughts whirring around in my brain.
I must be fucking insane to be thinking about the Easter Bunny in a sexual way.
And yet I was! My God... he was hot. But surely, he only liked other rabbits of his own kind... or did he somehow change back from time to time? Maybe after Easter was done and dusted? Did he ever become more human?
I shook my head as I drove away. I knew nothing about the fairy tale world, or the paranormal world as Amery had called it; except for the fact that angels were real and when they fell, I helped them. But I didn’t even know that much about angels, or Heaven, or ‘the clouds’ as Amery called it, I realized when I really thought about it. They didn’t tell me, and I didn’t ask questions. I’d never wanted to pry. I’d always reasoned that I was human, and it wasn’t any of my business. Now, having met Pascale, I wanted to know absolutely everything!
Once I got home to my tiny little apartment, I could finally collapse onto my old couch and think about what I’d learned today. The Easter Bunny was real, and he was kind of sexy. When I’d touched his hand I’d felt a zap, like a pulse of electricity strike me in the strangest way. It was something like a static shock, but so much more intense. My whole body had heated in an instant and my cheeks had flushed.
I’d run from Amery’s house as fast as my feet could carry me before I could ask if that happened to everyone, or if he just carried an inordinate amount of static with him in his fur. My heart hurt. I could have stayed longer at Amery’s and potentially gotten to know him a little better. Mondays were my day off, after all, but I’d been caught so off-guard that I’d bolted like a frightened little bunny at the sound of a gunshot.
Hopefully it won’t be long before I get to see him again.
That night my dreams were filled to overflowing with tempting chocolate Easter bunny’s and visions of myself running through lush green fields, hunting for Easter eggs. When I woke up the following morning my brain was bursting with unanswered questions and my body was burning up and on edge with carnal need.
With pursed lips I pulled out the vibrator from my bedside table and stared at it. It was long and pink and had high tech beads and rollie things that rotated inside it for extra sensation and pleasure. But the clit vibe attachment is what instantly caught my attention... it sported a pair of little pink bunny ears. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. How had I missed that detail when I’d bought it?
My dreams came back to me in a rush, and I groaned, peeling my panties off and running my fingers between my thighs before I could think better of it. My lips were wet and sticky, my clit throbbing desperately for release.
I closed my eyes and put my vibrator between my legs, letting it vibrate deliciously against my slick lips as I allowed my mind to wander. In my dream Pascale had found me in a field, searching for Easter eggs. He’d wasted no time in claiming me as his own. He’d knocked me to the ground, flipped me over, and then fucked me among the dirt and daisies. It had been hot, rough, and fueled by passion. We’d fucked exactly the way I imagined bunnies did!
With those salacious images in my mind, I slid the pink vibe easily inside my pussy, gasping at the feeling of fullness as it stretched me. The clit vibe bunny ears took their position on either side of my delicate clit and my belly convulsed at the first touch of the vibe within my already aroused flesh. “Oh... wow,” I breathed.
This isn’t going to take long.
I licked my lips with desire and pushed the buttons on the vibe which got the long dildo rolling and moving inside of me. I moaned at the immediate zing of pleasure as my wet pussy gripped the plastic cock hungrily and squeezed. Next was the clit vibe. My breath hitched with anticipation as I hit the button and the ears started vibrating madly against my clit with an impossibly fast and wickedly delicious buzzing sensation that seemed to snag every nerve with ease.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, holding the end of the vibrator and letting the magic of the ridiculous pink machine work on my body. My pussy ached and tightened as my clit throbbed, pulsing with the beat of my heart as the pleasure built toward an agonizing crescendo. “Oh... fuck...” I squeezed my eyes shut tight, imagining Pascale on top of me, wanting me, lifting my hips and driving into me. I’d push back, opening my legs wider, and beg him without shame for more. Just as I visualized him bucking and coming inside me, my own body began to climax.
My breath caught in my throat, and I started to tremble and shake. Ecstasy like sizzling lightning shot down my legs, and my toes curled as I screamed soundlessly into the room. Finally, the aching throbs of my release began to subside, and I moved away from the vibe, still trembling like a leaf as I switched it off and rolled onto my side to snuggle up, still clinging to the vestiges of my dream.
“You’re such a good girl.”Pascale had whispered into my ear.
It had been so unbelievably erotic, and still was upon revisiting the memory of it. Tears burned my eyes and I sighed into the empty room, feeling suddenly very alone and hollow.
I knew next to nothing about Pascale, and he knew nothing about me. He probably didn’t even think about me at all after I left Amery’s house. So how pathetic did that make me? Dreaming and fantasizing about someone as important and amazing as the literal Easter Bunny? I couldn’t even face that thought, not really.
I let myself doze in and out a little more, then eventually dragged myself out of bed. Most of me was still reeling and I couldn’t shake it. Yesterday had been incredible in a totally surreal sort of way. I’d learned that there were so many more things out there than I’d ever dreamed. I didn’t understand it all, but that had never mattered before. I’d always just felt very lucky to dwell on the fringes of their world. Now? Things felt different. I wanted—like really wanted—to be a part of their world. But it was Tuesday. Time to get back to my normal life, and that didn’t include the Easter Bunny or any other magical creature.
My phone dinged and I reached for it, blinking at the screen. The message was from my mom and included the details on a newly fallen angel that needed help.
“I’m so lucky I don’t have any clients booked this morning,” I mumbled to myself. Without fuss, I dressed quickly, slid my phone into the pocket of my denim shorts, and grabbed a protein bar on my way out the door.
I had a calling to rescue fallen angels and it was amazing. It was a unique and special honor afforded to only a few. I had to focus on that, rather than all the other things I was missing out on, like love, sex, and kids. I could only hope that our angel rescue network might come to fruition.
My time will come... maybe.