Mollis' whiskers twitched as she breathed him in—that impossibly warm scent that made her jaw ache with want.
She'd crept closer intentionally, close enough that her boobs nearly brushed his shirt, close enough to see the golden flecks trapped in his eyes like amber catching fire.
'Mom said rabbits are domestic,' her mind chattered frantically, 'but Mom also said humans were ugly, brutish things, and this one...'
This one had skin like silk stretched over marble, olive-toned and flawless, and she found herself wondering what it would feel like under her teeth. Her ears flattened against her skull as the thought hit her, not gentle nibbles like she gave the clover in her garden, but something desperate, hungry, the kind of biting that left a hickey.
