Page 40 of Bad Bunny
My pulse has just begun to settle from the orgasm, but now it spikes with fear.
“Now? Here?” I search the room frantically, like they’re already with us. Hunters. Intent on destroying us.
Me and the man I now realize is my mate.
I can feel him, a constant awareness, a pressure humming deep behind my ribs like he’s part of me now. I nudge at that sensation and find fear, which only amplifies my own terror.
Sorren is huge, strong, smart.
A warrior. A leader.
Who would have the power to make him want to run? How frightening must they be?
“Listen,” he says, tilting his head.
And I do.
Not with my ears.
With my mind.
Through Sorren, through our bond, I sense it.
A distant awareness. Foreign. Cold. Moving through the edges of my thoughts like frost creeping over glass.
They’re searching.
My fingers curl instinctively into his shoulders. “How close?”
His head turns slightly, like he’s listening to something I can’t hear. His pupils are still blown wide, that inhuman slit barely visible.
“Too close.”
The words drop between us like a stone.
Adrenaline slams into me, washing away the languid heaviness in my limbs. The room that felt too warm seconds ago now seems cavernous and exposed.
“They can feel us back? The same way we sense them?” I whisper.
His gaze snaps to mine.
“They can feel me,” he corrects. “And now—”
A flicker of something like guilt passes over his face.
“—they can feel you through me, though more faintly.” He grabs my shoulders and squeezes. “I must shift. You take me and run. They do not know what you look like. You may be able to pass them before they scent you.”
I don’t have a chance to respond.
Sorren kisses me, fast and hard. Then he puts his mouth to my neck and bites. A single, quick pinch of his teeth, but still I feel it rush through me like pleasure, like the tightening of a knot. My head drops back, my vision blurring at the corners.
Focus.
We don’t have time.
A small white bunny hops between my legs, his stare urgent. I can almost hear him pleading.
Hurry up. Hurry up.
