Bunny Tails

Bunny Tails (Box Set)
Camille Anthony
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Copyright ©2014 Camille Anthony
Excerpt from Splitting Hares

Her name was Ouida, pronounced Wee-da. And she'd quickly informed me I'd better not nick her name… whatever the hell that meant. We'd barely been mated twenty-four hours and already some of her human ways were pissing me off. For instance, she wasn't even dressed yet and our appointment with my Alpha loomed in fifteen minutes.

"Ouida! If you don't hurry we're going to be late!"

"Hold your horses, wolfman. I'm coming!"

If only she was. If only we were! I could have fucked her thrice in the time she'd spent primping in the bathroom. I took another impatient turn around the living room. "You're not coming, woman. If you were, I'd be buried ten inches deep inside that delicious cunt of yours."

Her scent spiked, making me even more aroused and short tempered. I probably shouldn't take it out on her. It was the height of our Winter Fertility Festival and I, a newly mated male, was nowhere near fucked out yet. My new mate, thank the Moon, was a full-figured black woman with large plushy breasts and a larger attitude. I liked that, liked that she'd quickly gotten over her fear of me and though human, seemed to be as hungry sexually as I was. I bit back a frustrated snarl, wanting her again, though I knew we didn't have the time.

That's one of the differences between our peoples. Obedience is so engrained in us, we wouldn't dream of insulting those in authority by lagging. If an Alpha gives orders for you to be here or there in such and such a time, you are there. Period. Humans seemed to be wired differently. It seemed Ouida couldn't care less about how close we were to disobedience. "What's taking you so long?"

She stuck her head around the corner of our bedroom door and nailed me with a look I'd fast come to recognize as her exasperated one. Raking a hard glance up and down my body, she snorted. "Vance, you're going to the meeting naked. I, on the other hand, had to dress before trying to do something with this mess." She tugged at her wildly tangled curls. "I distinctly remember telling you not to wet my hair, that it would go frizzy. But noooooooo, you had to get jiggy in the shower. So unless you can produce some type of moisturizer, you'll just have to wait while I figure out how to tame my do."

She waved her middle finger at me before disappearing back around the jamb. I'd been out among humans enough to know what that meant. I was tempted to suggest using my sperm to condition her hair… right after her sweet mouth had coaxed it out of my cock. Not that I'd risk saying anything like that to her right now. Even I knew enough about females to realize the fallout that would follow that suggestion. With a resigned sigh, I padded back into the bedroom, intent on searching out something that would serve as a damned moisturizer.

"Oooowouch!"

My instincts sped into overdrive when I heard that pained cry. Heart pounding, hackles rising, a primal anger swamped me -- the visceral reaction a newly mated wolf felt in the face of a possible threat to his female. I hit the bathroom doorway at mach speed. Seconds later, my hackles lowered and the hair at the ruff of my neck smoothed as I fought laughter. Ouida would not appreciate my humor.

My poor darling stood in front of the mirror, growling at her reflection as she struggled to tug the bristles of my short boar's hair brush through her dense curly hair.

My mouth watered, taking in the way her borrowed silky cream blouse and matching tap pants barely covered her full figure. The skimpy outfit was the only one I'd been able to procure, compliments of my elderly Aunt Hoga, who'd been allowed to run to fat in her waning years. She hadn't parted with them very willingly. Right now, the tap pants were riding the deep crease of Ouida'sfull ass, faithfully delineating those plump globes as she balanced her hips on the edge of the sink and leaned her torso over the scalloped shaped bowl.

Both arms raised, she tugged the brush through her hair, the jerking motions setting her heavy breasts to swinging. My eyes locked, almost crossing on the mouth-watering sight, body hardening in quick response. If it weren't for the meeting we had to attend, I'd take her right here, against the sink. Bending her over, I'd run my hands up the back of those chunky dark thighs while kissing my way up the soft middle of her spine. I'd kick her legs apart and notch my cock between her puffy cunt lips and sink in…

"Oww! Damn it to hell!" Ouida dropped her arms and shook her hands, rotating her shoulders. "I've been holding my arms up so long, my hands have grown numb!" The brush, stiff tines still clinging to the kinky mess on top of her head, stuck out at a jaunty angle, like some insanely cute clown's hat.

Tears welled, causing her pretty brown eyes to appear to shimmer as she met my gaze in the glass. Catching her plush bottom lip between her teeth, she tried to control the sad wobble before turning to face me.

I sympathized with her frustration, feeling a high degree of that emotion, myself. It was becoming clear she wasn't going to be ready any time soon. Glancing at the clock, I groaned. My cousin would have a conniption. Obviously, I'd failed at impressing upon my new mate the importance of gaining the Alpha's approbation. Westyn absolutely abhorred tardiness, hated it. Furthermore, he had the ability to derail all my careful planning. He'd been known to deny mating requests on that basis, alone. Was I worried? Hell, yeah.