Killian shrugged uneasily. “I wasn’t sure I should be in the photos; I just wanted pictures of Naddie, you know?”
“Sweetheart, you should absolutely have pictures with the both of you. My dads do that with us; they want us to see how happy they are that we’re in their lives.”
Not for the first time, envy gnawed at Killian’s insides. Crush’s family seemed to genuinely enjoy having each other around. “I’ll do that.”
“Here, I’ll send you the picture.” Crush tapped on his phone. Somewhere in the cabin, Killian’s phone buzzed.
The words were falling out of Killian’s mouth before he could think. “Would you like to take a picture with us, too?”
Crush perked up. “Yeah, of course! Here, let me pull up a chair so I’m not towering over you.”
He dragged a chair over, before sitting down and holding up his phone. On the screen, Killian and Naddie fitted neatly into the frame next to him.
“On three,” Crush said. “One, two—”
Killian sneaked his free hand behind Crush’s head, the V of his first two fingers sticking up to give Crush a pair of fake rabbit ears.
Crush grinned right as he snapped the picture, his face turned ever so slightly, his gaze locked on Killian.
This, too, felt like being wanted.
“We match!” Crush said excitedly. “Three of us, all rabbits!”
Killian couldn’t help it; he burst out laughing. “You, a rabbit?”
“Hey, I can be a good rabbit,” Crush said unconvincingly.
Killian snorted. “How are you going to act like a rabbit?”
“Uh.” Crush stuck his own V-shaped fingers on his head. He wriggled them and twitched his nose. “Like this?”
“You forgot the raging sex drive,” Killian said dryly.
“I’m not acting that out right now,” Crush retorted, his lips pulling into a grin.
“You should let Naddie see your wolf. She didn’t have time to yesterday; you were running out of the cabin.”
“Sure. Let me get the coffee going first.” Crush tapped the coffee grounds into a filter and started the brew. Then he dropped his boxers and shifted into a large gray wolf, rearing up on his hind legs.
Killian’s pulse spiked. With his forelegs braced on the counter, caging Killian in, Crush towered over him.
All of Killian’s rabbit instincts whispered for him to run. Except he didn’t sense any danger from the wolf; Crush would not harm him.
“You’re huge,” Killian whispered. “And you have so many sharp teeth.”
Crush gave a wolfish smile. “All the better to tear your clothes with.”
Both of them looked down, finding no clothes on Killian for the alpha to destroy.
“Maybe another time,” Crush said dryly. “Are you feeling better?”
Killian nodded. “It’s just my stupid instincts. You had plenty of chances to hurt me yesterday, and you didn’t.”
Crush wagged his tail. Then he leaned in slowly, nudging Killian’s face with his damp, cool nose. Killian giggled. “That’s cold.”
“All the better to tickle you with.”
“No!”
