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What am I? A fucking furry? I glare, unmoved.

“Put them on,” she purrs sweetly, dangling those ridiculous bunny ears, “and let me straddle your face.”

I pretend to be unfazed, though my dick is already hard again. I arch an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Try again.”

She leans in close, breath warm against my ear, voice dripping mock reverence. “Put them on and let me straddle your face, Your Grace.”

Fuck. I’m doomed.

Eventually, spent and gloriously wrecked, she fell asleep curled into my side, breathing soft and even.

My heart thuds in quiet disbelief. I’ve spent hours drinking a potent cocktail of vulnerability and raw, fucking need, and somehow, I still can’t get enough.

I trace my thumb along her side, slow and deliberate, branding every delicate curve to memory.

Something dangerously close to tenderness unfurls in my chest. And no matter how much I want to fight it, I can’t.

So I give in.

Wrap myself around her.

And settle into this strange, quiet tether.

Utterly foreign.

Utterly perfect.

Utterly, undeniably… us.

CHAPTER 28

Dante

The sharp ping of a cell slices through the quiet, and I snatch my phone instantly.

Riley shifts slightly, and my jaw clenches. I don’t want her disturbed. Yawning silently, I glance at the clock.

Eleven hours.

The last time I slept that long, I was probably three.

Exhaling slowly, I force my attention back to the screen, opening the message that just shattered my peace.

Declan

I need a favor.

It’s one thing to be disturbed. It’s another thing to have a Keenan knocking at my door for a favor.

But since we’re still fine-tuning our alliance, I can ignore him for now.

Just not for long.

I set down the phone and stretch until I freeze at the bizarre sensation atop my head.

“What the fuck…?”

I rip the offending item off, staring down at the white fluffy bunny ears clenched in my fist. Exactly where she put them—right before she straddled my face, her laughter bright and teasing, and dangerously unforgettable.

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