03 Drake’s Blog
“Shit, man. She was a freebie?” Wright’s mouth drops.
I forgot that jackass was watching and no, she wasn’t a freebie. I zip up my pants, tucking in my floppy and very happy cock. My gut tells me I’ll end up paying a high price for this encounter. I pat my shirt pocket, ensuring the data magnet Hunny was so paranoid about is secure, as I watch her sprint across the room. Damn, for a plush woman, she is fast. She makes it out the door before Fox’s men react. They yell at each other and follow, guns blazing.
It’s none of my damn business. Shots ring out and cop mode kicks in again. Oh, hell. I leap after them, my gun in my hand, moving so quickly my surroundings blur. I slam the door open, making a big entrance. Men scatter. The alley empties. There is no sign of Hunny. I sniff and smell gunpowder, urine, and strawberries. The strawberries can only belong to one woman. I follow the scent, my stomach twisting, dreading what I’ll see. I don’t smell blood but she has to be dead. She can’t outrun a bullet.
The scent lingers by a dumpster. It would have to be a dumpster. I hate the dirty, smelly things. I flip open the lid and rear back as stench fills the air. I look. “Hunny?” I can’t see anything. There is no body inside.
Papers rustle to my right. “Who is there?” I swing around. There is no one. I laugh softly, feeling like a jackass. The dark alley has me skittish. Vampires like alleys, as do shifters. Hell, anything nasty likes alleys.
A plastic bag moves. It must be a rat or some other rodent but I’m a cop, I can’t not investigate. I kick the garbage. A caramel-colored rabbit hops out.
That’s right. A rabbit hops out. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a rabbit in the city. I thought the werewolves had eaten them all. “What are you doing here?” Yeah, I’m talking to a rabbit. What of it? I talk to Wright all the time and he has the same intelligence level.
The rabbit doesn’t answer. I’m not crazy. I didn’t think she would. Her fur is too clean to be a street rabbit. She must be someone’s pet. I crouch down, putting my gun back in its holster. The poor thing is shaking with fear. I reach out. She hops back. “Don’t move, bunny,” I use my softest voice, the one I use when calming small kids and old ladies. It doesn’t work unless the kids and old ladies are seeing-impaired. My appearance isn’t for the faint of heart. “I won’t hurt you.” I try again.
The rabbit cocks her head, looking at me with big brown eyes. Something about those eyes seems familiar. I pick her up by the scruff of her neck, supporting her legs with my other hand. Her fur is silky, as silky as Hunny’s hair. And it is the same color. It could be a coincidence, but I’m not one for coincidences.
I breathe in. The bunny smelled like strawberries and me. My scent is on the rabbit. I’ve done some kinky things in my life but even I draw a line at fucking rabbits. I lift her until we’re nose to twitching nose. “Hello, Hunny.” Hunny had to be a damn shifter, my least favorite paranormal. I hate them all, don’t get me wrong, but I distrust shifters most of all. One minute, they’re animals. The next, they’re in human form. I wish they’d make up their fuckin’ minds.
“Drake?” Wright calls out. Sarge grumbles behind him. The boys may be jackasses but they have my back, wandering into dark alleys to cover my ass.
I unbutton my shirt and tuck the bunny close to my stomach. She feels nice there. She’s warm and her fur brushes against my skin as she trembles. I know what you’re thinking but just because a man likes some softness means nothing. I’m still a bad ass. “Here.” I straighten to my full impressive height. I can beat both of them one-handed, even with a bunny huddled near my belly.
“Hell, man, what happened?” Wright saunters into view. “One moment, some plus-sized honey was fucking your brains out, the two of you putting on a bump and grind show that made even Sarge’s dick hard.” He pauses as Sarge obligingly cusses Wright out; the dick jokes are a common routine. “The next moment, you were running out the door like blood demons were after you.”
There is no shame in running. Blood demons are nasty son-of-a-bitches. They can drain you dry within seconds. Anyone with half a brain will run when faced with one. “You heard the shots.” I avoid answering his question. I march along the alley, to the parking lot.
“It is the Fox Bar.” Wright and Sarge follow. “There’s always shooting.” Suspicion is written on my partner’s face. “What do you have in your shirt?”
“A kitten,” I lie, cradling my shifter rabbit. I don’t know why I lied. I trust my partner. Wright has saved my life more than once. “She has a tag. I’ll return her tomorrow, during daylight hours.” I unlock the car, relieved to see it was in one piece. In this neighborhood, you never know.
“A kitten?” Sarge snorts, filling the backseat. He’s drawn the short straw, not being my partner. Wright has earned his place up front. “When do you fuckin’ care about a pet?”
I’m not a cold-hearted bastard. I care about pets, but I care about humans more and recently when I had to choose, I protected the humans. A mangy dog died. Three snot-nosed kids lived. I would make the same choice again. “I have a weakness for pussies.” And for rabbits. I stroke the bump in my shirt. “Do you have a problem with that?”
There is no answer. The guys know me well enough to shut their traps.
04 Hunny’s Blog
Fucking the man of my dreams and then outrunning bad guys with big guns is exhausting. I almost fall asleep, cuddled safe and snuggly against Drake’s flat abs. He has to drag me out, nibbling and kicking. The heartless man plops me on a cold, bright kitchen counter. I stare up at the cage also on the counter. A cage! A cage! I back away. No way in hell is he putting me back in the clink.
“Relax.” He takes two plates out of the cupboard. The apartment smells like burgers and, my nose twitches, carrots. “That’s only if you’re a bad bunny.”
I glower at him. He must find facing an irate rabbit amusing because he laughs. He wouldn’t be laughing if I were a bear shifter. I’d maul his beloved face off. I paw the ground.
“You can shift back now, Hunny. No one else is here.” He sets up the plates on the coffee table between a black leather couch and a huge TV. This is definitely his place. There isn’t a single piece of art on the wall. He doesn’t even have curtains. Drake puts a salad on one plate, topped with gorgeous orange carrots. On the other, he stacks four burgers. When he ordered, I thought he was picking up a late night snack for his cop friends. Nope, all those burgers are for him.
He leaves me on the counter. Alone. I peer over the edge. It is a long drop, and I’m a small rabbit. If I could, I’d shift but I haven’t the energy left. I am stuck in animal form until I get some sleep.
Big rough hands pick me up. Drake sighs. “You’re a stubborn bunny.” The way he says bunny almost sounds like an endearment. He pets me. I would purr if I could, but I’m not a cat. I’m a rabbit. I grind my teeth as best as I can to show my appreciation. He brushes my side against his cheek before setting me down on the coffee table. The affectionate action makes my back legs thump.
We eat. Rather, I nibble. He inhales the burgers, licking the grease off his fingertips. He eats the way he does everything else, with nothing held back. My eyes droop. If I wasn’t so sleepy, I’d ask him for a repeat performance of what happened at the club. Without the shooting, of course, and the stinky alleyway.
He must have read my thoughts because he sniffs the air and grimaces. “Time for a shower.” He peels off his clothes as he moves through a bedroom dominated by a massive bed and heads toward the bathroom. I follow, hopping as quickly as my little legs can take me, my eyes big.
I’m tired but I can look, and look I do. Every inch of his six and a half feet frame is covered with muscles. The tribal tattoo that starts on his neck runs right down his left arm. There are silver nicks along his chest attesting to his dangerous job. He drops his pants, kicking them out of the way, and my heart stops. The clothes don’t lie. The man has an ass unlike any I’ve ever seen. We are talking award winning.
He runs the water. I approach tentatively. I don’t like water. He keeps the shower door open but doesn’t look at me. He knows I’m there though. He slowly soaps up from head to toe, thoroughly washing, putting on a show. I dab my feet in the water and clean myself, watching. His chest is hairless like his head. His private parts are not, dark hair curling around the base of his cock, over his balls. His cock hangs down his leg, impressive even when flaccid. When erect… my hind legs thump.
He rinses and turns off the water. “You are a peeping rabbit, Hunny.” He tsk-tsks me. “If you shifted, I’d have your cotton tail pressed against the tile.”
That sounds nice. I yawn. Rabbits do yawn, you know.
He laughs, drying off with a towel. “I understand. Time enough for that in the morning.” He scoops me up with one large hand. I’ve been dropped before and normally being carried scares the shit out of me. Not so with Drake. I know he won’t drop me. He places me on a pillow. Yum, it’s covered with Egyptian cotton. My tough guy likes an obscenely high thread count. Drake tumbles beside me, unashamedly and gloriously naked. I can’t do anything about it. I am too tired. My eyes flutter shut.
05 Drake’s Blog
I’m in a fucked up
Alice in Wonderland
dream. It isn’t a new dream. I sometimes experience these after a long day of busting drug dens. Hunny’s in this one though. That’s different. She wears a blue dress with a white apron and is looking hot. There’s even a bow in her caramel-colored hair. I’m following Hunny down a rabbit hole except I can’t go very far. I’m too big. I don’t fit. All I can fit in the hole is my cock. I pull a dumb ass move and risk that important piece of equipment by sticking it in the opening. The hole is tight and wet. It feels like paradise. I buck into it, needing more of that sweet heat.
There’s a popping sound as my cock is freed. “Whoa there, cowboy.” Fingers pinch my thighs.
I open my eyes. Hunny has her mouth inches above my cock. She is looking up at me like I did something wrong, which I guess I did if I thrust that hard into her throat. I feel my face heat up. Hell, she’s lucky she can still speak. “Fuck, Hunny. I thought I was dreaming.” Last I knew she was a rabbit, snuggled up on the pillow next to me.
“Do you want me to stop?” She frowns. Her brown eyes are watering. Because of me and my thrusting hips. I am such a dirtbag.
“Yes.” Two more licks and I’ll cum. That’ll be a disaster as there is another place I’d like to stick my cock. Her pretty face deflates. “I have a taste for rabbit this morning.” I grin and pull her up, over my body, her nipples rubbing against my chest. There isn’t a sharp angle on this woman. She is all curves.
“I’m an acquired taste,” she tells me as prim and proper as a queen.
“I plan on acquiring it.” I laugh and flip her onto her back. I like that I can touch her without worrying she’ll snap in two. I like that she makes me laugh. I lift a breast to my mouth. I like how I am around her. I suck a large strawberry nipple into my mouth. I’ve already acquired a taste for Hunny. I can lick her breasts forever.
I snake a hand down her round little stomach, threading my fingers through her fur. That’s what it is. It isn’t coarse, curly human hair. It is soft bunny fur. My cock knows what it likes, and it likes bunny fur. It bobs in appreciation.
She’s wet for me. My fingers delve into her heat.
“Drake.”
She arches, pushing more gorgeous breast into my mouth. Something inside me clutches when she calls my name. It happened in the strip bar. It is happening now. I don’t know why. Everyone calls me Drake.
She says my name again, her words breathy. Okay, maybe they don’t call my name the way she does, like it is an orgasmic battle cry.
It calls me to action. I regretfully leave her breasts. I’ll come back to them later. I lick and suck my way down her body. She squirms, wiggling her ass into the mattress. She knows where I’m going, where any male with a healthy hunger for pussy would go.
I spread her soft folds, taking a good look at her pinkness, using all of my supercop powers. In case I ever have to identify Hunny in a lineup of pussies, I can do it. Hell, I can do it blindfolded. Her scent is that distinctive. Her pussy glistens with moisture. I lick every last drop off. She tastes as sweet as her name, my hot Hunny bunny. I nibble on her the way she nibbled on that lettuce leaf last night. Her squirming increases. Her thighs shake. I uncover her clit with my lips, exposing that jewel. Then I suck it deep and hard, her soft fur brushing my cheeks.
She screams. Her fingers dig into my bare scalp. I release her for a minute, allowing her to recover. Then when she is nice and relaxed, I suck once more. She can break glass with that second scream. I’m getting complaints from the landlord for sure.
It is worth it because I have her right where I want her. The suspect is delirious with passion underneath me and ready to be apprehended. I travel back up her body. I will have another taste of her later. Right now, my cock is throbbing like a head wound. I dip my cockhead in her heat, ensuring I won’t look like a jackass by missing that tight hole, and thrust.
Her third scream might permanently deafen me. Rabbits are supposed to be quiet little creatures, aren’t they? Hunny isn’t. As I pump into her throbbing pussy, she pants and whimpers, repeating my name over and over like it’s a magic orgasm bullet. It might be because my balls draw up, trying to retreat into my body and I explode, bathing her womb with my cum.
I give her everything. I have nothing left. I don’t even have the energy to roll onto my back. I flatten her, pinning my number one suspect to the mattress, and lose consciousness.