Page 27 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Don’t get attached.

I softly open the door to check on her. Omegas don’t do well with denied physicality, and from an alpha...

Even on the pills, it had to have been painful.

As if I needed more confirmation, sheets wrap tightly around Izzy. She’s passed out on one side of the bed, but the sheets are askew like she’s spent the night running in circles on it. The comforter rests on the floor across the room like she threw it in a fit of irritation.

A sparkly orange vibrator with a knotted base rests discarded on the fitted sheet opposite her. Figures.

She tosses and turns and groans softly in her sleep.

When I sit on the bed beside her to check her temp, she rolls over and curls herself around me.

“Please,” she whispers then goes back to shallow breathing.

Her forehead’s a little warm, but I don’t think it’s a heat. She’d be way more active if that were the case.

The tank top and panties conceal nothing despite the fabric. The sheets provide more cover. Smooth, supple skin invites my touch. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, but there’s something special about watching her sleep.

It occurs to me that I am being a massive creep and gently whisper her name to wake her up.

She doesn’t stir but does snuggle closer. She hugs my arm resting on the bed.

Toeing off my shoes, I make the worst judgment call and stretch out to climb into the bed beside her. This is absolutely not a good idea for either of us.

But, I know she needs physical comfort. I can’t leave her like this.

Who am I kidding? I rewatched the video in the parking garage four times before I forced myself to shut my phone off entirely. I’d meant to come home and use my hand to relieve the tension, but then I realized what it meant for her and...

“Izzy,” I whisper with more urgency.

She snuggles under my arm and tugs a leg free of the sheets to hook it over my thigh. Her face settles into a serene sleep. She’s like an adorably hot koala, and I debate letting it lie as we are.

No, it wouldn’t be right. She’ll wake up at some point, and what? Think I crept into her bed uninvited?

“Izzy,” I say more forcefully.

The woman wrapped around me startles awake.

“What the—” is all she gets out before I jump to my own defense.

“I came in to see if you’re alright and you kinda forced me into cuddling with you.”

“Uh-huh. And how, exactly, did I manage that while unconscious?”

Hell, she’s irritable. I get it but still.

“By snuggling up to my arm,” I reply.

“Your arm got into my bed how?”

“It wasn’t in your bed. It was on your bed.”

“Not much better.”

“I can leave.”

She tightens her lips but then locks it down and converts into the sultry bunny I’d always assumed her to be. She grins at me and nudges her knee higher between my legs.

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