"“Battle” and “bunnies” is not a combination that I have ever even thought of before. With bunnies being little fluffy things, the idea of them turning into black-ops-type battle ninjas is just a little off – apparently off enough for Stormy Glenn and Bellann Summer to take it, make it their own, and run with it. The result is a very entertaining first story in a new paranormal series, set in a world that promises fun, surprises, and adventures of the oddest kind. Bailey and his brothers have been through hell. Captured when they were babies, sold, and used for cruel experiments by so-called scientists, they have finally taken life into their own hands. They are now a fighting unit out to free other shifters from labs all over the country. It just goes to show how even the meekest creatures can become dangerous when they are tortured to the point of needing to fight back – or die. Bailey is determined to carry his weight in their operations, never mind that he is blind. He was born that way and has learned to more than compensate with his other senses; he is an essential part of the “Battle Bunny” attack force. Harvey – Vey – is a rare shifter type, and has been captured and tortured by evil scientists. Bailey frees him, much to Vey's amazement since he never thought a blind man could be as useful as Bailey turns out to be. But there is more to their story – Vey soon figures out that Bailey is his mate, and goes all possessive on him. Bailey won’t stand for it, and the ensuing battle of wills – all while they try to get to safety - was as intense as it was entertaining. When Bailey and Vey bond they are in for a major surprise that had me grinning. I’m sure the consequences will show up in the next book, as will a few of the secondary characters. There are some wolves, a mysterious duck, a traitor, and more evil scientists than should be legal. All signs of much more fun to come, or so I hope. If you like paranormal stories with a touch of humor, if two men who need to find a way to live together despite their different natures are your thing, and if you’re looking for a read that is as entertaining and funny as it is suspenseful and hot, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
As the man crept across the room he held out one hand, covered by a thin black glove, about a foot away from his hip. The tips of his fingers encountered the rim of the table that held Gerard’s gutted body. The hood of the man’s coat covered most of his face, but Harvey could see the man’s nostrils constant flaring. A tiny flame of hope glowed deep inside Harvey’s icy being.
Could this man be a paranormal?
The man stopped moving before the door made of heavy metal bars that completed Harvey’s prison cell. He lifted his hand until the gloved palm was mere inches from the door and held it there.
A croaking whisper, all that was left of Harvey’s voice, broke the silence. “Electricity is running through the metal. It will knock you out cold if you touch it.”
The man lifted his head. Harvey’s stuttering heart stopped beating. Before him was an angel with golden skin, full lips, and pale milky eyes. He was an angel in black.
“Does the locking device on the door have one light or two that tell you when it’s safe to open?”
Harvey couldn’t answer for a moment. He was too star struck by the pure melody of the man’s voice.
“We need to hurry,” the man urged.
“There is a green light directly above a red light about two inches to the left of the door’s latch,” Harvey answered.
As he spoke he noticed the man’s beautiful wide milky grey eyes weren’t focused on him, but staring off above his head. Shit, they were dead men. There was no way a blind man was getting him out of this grim pit of vipers.
The man withdrew a plastic credit card from his deep coat pocket. The small square patch of silver on the front reflected a kaleidoscope of colors under the harsh lights of the lab. He held the card out between his thumb and index finger,
“This card needs to push the latch like you would open a regular locked door,” the man explained. “Can you use the words, right, left, higher, and lower to help me guide the card into the latch?”
“The electricity will melt that card and probably kill a little thing like you,” Harvey pointed out.
“It’s a special card," the man ordered in a clear crisp voice. "Now talk."
In the past, Harvey would have taken on any man who tried to give him orders. But those days, like his freedom, had been stolen by evil. Now, he didn’t have enough strength to make a fist much less hit anyone.
It took more than a few slow precise instructions, but minutes later the door swung open with an ominous squeak, triggering the hairs on the nape of Harvey’s neck to rise in alarm.
As the small man stepped into his cell, he said, “My name is Bailey.”
“I’m Harvey. Call me Vey,” Vey answered watching Bailey come closer.
Through the stench of decay another scent reached Vey. It wrapped around him, its sweet smell tantalized every nerve in his body. Want, desire, and need screamed through his veins. It made him crave. It made him yearn.
But above all, it made him thirsty.
There was little moisture left in his withered body. Through starvation, blood depravation, and torture, all that was left of Vey was leathery thick, gray skin, covering a skeleton.
When Bailey stood at his side and began exploring his body, Vey had to close his eyes and gnash his teeth together to withstand this new torture being inflicted on him. Bailey’s scent of honey and fresh greens overwhelmed him.
“I need to get these bands off,” Bailey’s low whisper tickled against his ear.
Vey groaned as what little that was left of his stomach turned itself inside out. His mind began screaming, “Need…need…need.”
Bailey knelt and Vey opened his eyes in time to see the man pull a pen out of his pocket. He pressed the top and a stream of bright laser light burst out of one end.
“I’m sorry,” Bailey said. “It cuts through the iron like butter, but it will also burn you. My brother, Basil, says it isn’t a bad burn, but like any burn it will hurt.”
“Do it,” Vey said, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He wanted to take a bath in a river of blood. He wanted to roll around in it until he was stained permanently red.
A line of fire sliced through the skin on his ankle. Seconds later his toes curled as he concentrated on withstanding the burn to his other leg. Bailey stood and fire lit up Vey’s waist and then his neck.
Vey froze. He could only take slow breaths hoping his thundering heart wouldn’t pound out of his chest. Bailey was cutting the last band holding him against the wall. “Need…. Need…Need,” screeched through his system again.
Small strong hands pushed against his chest holding him upright. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Vey opened his eyes and looked down at the pretty dark haired man. While baring his fangs, Vey lowered his head to the front opening of Bailey’s coat and struck. His teeth slid easily into Bailey's soft skin.
Rich, thick, ambrosia coated Vey’s tongue and slid down his throat. With every swallow, his strength returned. With every swallow of Bailey’s essence, they became one. Mouthful after mouthful had Vey’s heart recovering from shock treatments. Scars from operations performed while he was still awake healed. Missing parts of organs now regrew. Hair sprouted from his head.
And Vey’s mind cleared.
Minutes, hours, or maybe it was just moments later, Vey found himself sitting on the floor with Bailey on his lap. Fists no longer pounded at his body. Pulling his fangs free Vey saw Bailey was ash white and barely breathing. Stark fear gripped him. The more his body and mind healed, the more certain Vey became that Bailey was important to him.
In a panic, Vey used an overlong fingernail to cut into a thick vein near his neck. Cupping the back of Bailey’s head Vey pressed the smaller man’s lips against the blood pumping out of the wound.
Bailey latched on to his neck like a starving man. Vey smiled at his thoughts. Bailey was starving after what Vey had taken. Something inside told Vey it was now his job to willingly give up whatever Bailey needed.
The doors of the lab burst open and a muscular man in black stepped through with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. “Get away from him,” the man shouted before he started growling.
A shaking hand pressed against the bare skin of Vey's chest. Bailey’s weak voice rang out, “Don’t hurt him, he’s mine.”
“Vey, you need to eat. You have to be starving.” Urgency filled Bailey and he tried to scramble out from under the bigger man. He soon learned he wasn’t going anywhere Vey didn’t want him to go. Trapped in Vey’s embrace, he surrendered to his mate’s strength.
“I’m starving for you, little one,” Vey countered, then demanded, “Feed me.”
Bailey reacted by tipping his head up for Vey’s kiss and lifting his legs higher letting the big man’s body in closer. A hard cock poked against Bailey’s stomach leaving wetness in its wake.
The kiss he expected didn’t happen. Instead razor sharp teeth scraped over his neck followed by a tongue lovingly laving over the sting. Vey’s body shifted and a finger dipped between Bailey's ass cheeks and brushed against his hole.
Vey’s upper body lifted up. “What is it, beloved?”
Bailey bit his lower lip, trying to come up with a way to spit out the detested words he had to say. Finally he just blurted out the truth, “I’m a virgin.”
Bailey couldn't see Vey's reaction but he sure felt it when the man inhaled a shaky breath and shuddered against him. "You are a treasure beyond value, my beautiful mate."
Bailey groaned and arched up into Vey when the man's sharp teeth scraped along the underside of his jaw line. As sharp as they were, Vey could end his life in a single second, and yet, Bailey trusted the man to keep him safe.
Wanting to give back to his mate as much pleasure as he was receiving, Bailey ran his hands over the thickly corded muscles of Vey's back, ignoring the prominent bones sticking up. He needed to care for his mate in all ways and if this made Vey happy, then Bailey would willingly give himself up to the man. He could bring him food later.
"Do you have lube, little one?"
Bailey's face burned fiercely as he shook his head. "I don't need it."
"Bailey, I will not—"
Eyes rolling heavily, Bailey sighed. "I'm a bunny shifter. Bunnies are known for their...stamina. Because of that, we naturally lubricate." Man, he was going to die of embarrassment.
Vey's voice was deep and thick when he spoke, "Do you?"
A moment later, Bailey inhaled swiftly when a slick fingers circled his tight ring of muscles. Pleasure blossomed through Bailey, wiping away his fear. He groaned deeply as he tried to spread his legs even further apart.
"Vey." This was nothing like when he touched himself. This was much more intense.
"Have you ever had anything in this pretty little hole of yours, mate?"
Bailey whimpered as he turned his face into Vey's chest. There was no way on Earth he could ever answer that question.
Fingers grabbed his chin and forced his face up. A light kiss was pressed against his lips, gone before he could fully enjoy it. "There will be no secrets between us, little one. I do not ask to embarrass you. I need to know these things to insure that I do not frighten you or harm you in some manner."
Bailey swallowed hard before admitting, "Just my fingers."
Bailey cried out as a slick finger pushed into his ass. As big as Vey was, his fingers were far larger than Bailey's. He was pretty sure he had never had anything that big in his ass before. The burn that gripped him morphed into pleasure so intense, Bailey was positive he was actually seeing stars.
He clutched at Vey's shoulders when the man began to move his finger, dragging it slowly out before pushing it back in again, the movements growing faster and more frequent with each pass. By the time another finger was added, Bailey was pushing back against the intrusion, needing more.
Aching for more.
"Look at you, my sweet," Vey crooned, giving Bailey no doubt that the man was watching his every reaction. It was a little disconcerting but not enough to pull Bailey away from the sensations running rampant through his body. "You take to your passion so beautifully."
A third finger pushing into his ass made Bailey hiss and arch up, the burning stealing his breath. There really had never been anything as big as all three fingers in his ass. For a moment, Bailey wasn't sure he could handle it. He bit his lip to keep from begging Vey to pull his fingers out.
And then they moved and brushed against something deep inside Bailey's ass that made him cry out for another reason all together. Bailey went bowstring taut, his body awash in a level of ecstasy he had never felt before.
"There it is," Vey murmured. "That is the spot, is it not?"
Bailey couldn't even nod. He just lay there as his body soaked in every wonderful stroke of Vey's fingers in and out of his ass. When Vey's lips latched onto his nipple and gently bit down, Bailey's mind went blank.
His mouth dropped open, a long pleasure filled moan ripped from deep in his soul. His cock pulsed as he erupted, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out until he didn't think there was an ounce of cum left in his body.
He heard a sucking noise and his face heated when he realized Vey was sucking the cum off his fingers. He was equal parts aroused by that knowledge and embarrassed that he had come again so quickly. He had no stamina what so ever.
He was also greedy.