by Stormy Glenn
Battle Bunnies 3
Beaumont
They know a thousand ways to kill…and zero ways to love.
The middle bunny of five, Beaumont has grown used to going unnoticed. He’s not a leader like Barclay or Basil, he’s not blind like Bailey, and he’s not snarky like Baxter. He’s invisible. He dreams of finding a mate that truly sees him. When a stranger with piercing black eyes arrives at the mansion, his world is turned upside down, and Beau has to decide if being seen is all he dreamed it would be.
Prince Dario Montella never dreamed he would find his one and only in his family home, but one look and he knows he has found the center of his universe. But Beau comes with a lot of baggage, not to mention an interfering older brother and an obsessive need to take risks with his life.
Finding common ground won’t be easy for a prince used to ruling his coven, especially when making his mate happy is harder than letting him walk into danger. It means seeing Beau for the treasure he truly is.
Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 40,035 words
BEAUMONT
Battle Bunnies 3
Stormy Glenn and Bellann Summer
EVERLASTING CLASSIC
MANLOVE
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About the Author
BEAUMONT
Battle Bunnies 3
STORMY GLENN AND BELLANN SUMMER
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Curious at the sound of the doorbell, mostly because he hadn’t even known they had a doorbell, Beau left his room and walked to the second-floor landing. He arrived just in time to see his brother Baxter waving his hand at a well-dressed man that took Beau’s breath away.
“And we are in his house,” Bax said. “Duh.”
Beau smiled at his brother’s snarky remark. His oldest brother Barclay usually didn’t get Bax’s sense of humor, but Beau found him quite amusing. He wasn’t stupid enough to voice that opinion in front of his oldest brother because he liked his head attached to his shoulders.
“Please, don’t mind me. I’ll just—” The man sucked in a breath as he gazed up in Beau’s direction and their eyes met. “Who is that magnificent creature?”
For a moment, Beau forgot to breathe. Had anyone ever looked at him like that? He was usually lost in the crowd or faded into the wallpaper. People did not stare at him as if he was the answer to every prayer they had ever had, especially not people who looked like this man did.
The guy had to be a few inches over six feet tall with shiny, sable-colored hair that was secured at the nape of his neck and cascaded in waves down his back. Beau wanted to run his hands through the silky-looking strands and see if they were as soft as they looked. The soft curls around the man’s handsome face beckoned Beau’s fingertips to tweak and play with them.
Startling black eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes looked up at Beau, tearing his attention from wandering to the man’s plump lips.
Bax blinked at the handsome man for a moment before glancing up. “Beau?”
“Beau,” the man whispered.
“My brother, Beaumont.”
“Beaumont.” The man whispered his name almost reverently. It brought shivers down Beau’s arms, making him wish he could rub himself all over, preferably against the handsome man. “You can stay as long as you like if you introduce me to him.”
Beau had no idea what the handsome stranger and Bax were talking about, but the way the man was staring up at him made Beau wonder what he was looking at. He almost glanced behind him, positive the guy had to be looking at someone else, but a quick sniff told him he was all alone on the landing.
“You’ll let us stay in your mansion if I introduce you to my brother?” Bax asked.
“Yes.”
The man still hadn’t taken his eyes off of Beau. Beau stared back just as intently.
“Beau!” Bax called out. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”
Beau waited right where he was. He really didn’t think going
downstairs was in his best interest. He had the sudden thought that he would be devoured by the man looking up at him with such hunger in his eyes.
“This is Prince Dario Montella,” Bax said. “This is his house.”
Damn.
Wait… “Did you say prince?” Beau asked, because he really needed to be sure. The weight of the world rested on the answer.
“Yep.” Baxter nodded. As though he could read the rising panic in Beau’s mind, his brother held out a supportive hand. “Prince Dario Montella. Come down here and meet him.”
Beau felt the momentary sliver of hope that had blossomed in his chest wither and die. A prince? That really sucked. There was no way he was going to go downstairs and be introduced to a prince. It had been bad enough when he thought the guy merely gorgeous. Being a prince took it to a whole other level.
“No,” he called back.
When the prince took a step toward the stairs, Beau spun and hurried back down the hallway. He ran into his room and slammed the door shut, locking it. As he leaned back against the hard wood, his heart thundering painfully in his chest, Beau thrust a hand through his long, black hair.
He ached to meet the prince, to continue to feel the man’s eyes roaming over his body, but there was no way he was going to be the butt of some prince’s joke. He wasn’t that desperate.
Really.
Drawing in a shaky breath, Beau headed to the shower where he could block out the rest of the world. When they had moved into this place, Beau and his brothers found a whole new way of getting clean that didn’t involve ice-cold sponge baths in sewer tunnels. He knew Bailey loved baths, but for Beau, showers were the best thing since the discovery of Milk Duds.
Leaving a trail of clothes in his wake, a naked Beau adjusted the water to just the right temperature before stepping under the heavenly spray. Tipping his head back, he let the water stream over his face and body.
Beau grabbed the bottle of kiwi-and-jasmine-scented soap and, after pouring some into his palm, he rubbed his hands together until wonderful bubbles spilled all over. He would never be caught dead in a bubble bath, but the bubbles themselves were a creation of the heavens.
Soon Beau was covered in frothy goodness from his head to the soles of his feet. After rinsing off, he poured more soap into his hand. He had needs. He was a bunny, after all. If he didn’t take care of them, his balls grew heavy and his skin began to itch. Hard, ready-to-burst balls sucked green maggots.
The first touch to his prick with slippery fingers took Beau’s breath away. If he never experienced anything more than a solid grip encircling his dick, it would be tragic. But Beau could live with that. He had survived horrific experiments in a laboratory at the hands of insane, sadistic creatures who impersonated being human.
Beau had always wondered if they were actually demons from the underworld. He had once asked his older brother Clay if they were. His brother had laughed and told him they were just evil people. Beau still had his doubts.
Beau scraped his nails over the plump head of his dick, making sure one nail pressed into the tiny slit at the end. Once, while surfing the web, Beau came across a porn site where a guy was using a sound on the other man’s dick. Holy Hanna, he had ended up coming all over while watching that piece of glass sink inside that tiny hole.
As he continued to play, Beau wondered what the prince was doing. This was the man’s house. Maybe he was going to move in. There was an empty room next to his. Beau wondered if it would be possible to hear the prince jerking off. Goose bumps covered Beau’s skin. His prick rose and brushed against his belly.
He spread his legs wider. Reaching back with his free hand, Beau found the wrinkled opening that he was sure could give him even more pleasure if he wasn’t alone playing with it. But alone it seemed he would always be. The prince’s handsome face popped into his mind. Beau mentally pushed the prince away. Wishful thinking made reality hurt worse.
Beau closed his eyes and drifted into a place where sensation took over. The muscle guarding his hole began to loosen under the onslaught of his relentless fingers. His dick gloried in the firm grip that stroked over every inch of skin from the base of his thick root to the head and back again.
Looking down, Beau watched his slender fingers give the head of his dick a little twist. He wondered if the prince’s hands were soft or rough. As large as the man was, he must have big hands. The thought of a wide finger sinking into his ass had pre-cum welling up until it spilled over and dribbled down. In response to his thoughts, Beau’s finger penetrated his ass.
Beau sank down onto his knees and set up a fast, stroking rhythm on his dick. Want had him pressing another finger into his hole. Breathing became difficult. Helpless to his needy body, Beau thrust his hips forward, searching for…something.
A soft breeze touched the side of Beau’s head. He wanted to open his eyes and see who was there, but his balls were pulling up against his shaking body. Need had taken over and yet his orgasm wouldn’t happen. What the hell was going on?
Desperate, Beau tipped his head back and whispered, “Please.”
Softness touched his ear and a rich voice dripping in honey murmured, “Come, my darling.”
Spunk exploded out of Beau’s dick and he screamed loud and long. Falling back, he pushed his fingers farther into his hole. Beau jerked his dick as fast as he could, needing the friction. Volley after volley shot out. Beau screamed again as pain gripped his balls from the milking they were receiving.
As volatile as the orgasm was, it ended in a heartbeat. One moment Beau was flying on a wave of sensation, and the next he was lying on the floor of a shower. Looking up through the steam and spray of water, Beau felt alone. Which was weird, because he had been alone all this time.
Hadn’t he?
Beau pushed away the confusing thoughts and sat up. It was time to get dressed. There were things to do. At least he thought there were. Maybe he would go play with Bailey’s babies. That was always fun.
In the end, he stayed in his room, his sanctuary. He was tired and the constant loneliness weighed heavily on him.
Beau wandered across the hardwood floor to the windows on the far side. For him, the view seemed better at night than in the light of day. He couldn’t easily see the waist-high weeds or crumbling stone fence like he could when the sunshine magnified the wear of time and neglect.
He preferred it that way. He would rather pretend that there was no dilapidated destruction and unkempt grounds surrounding him. He wanted to believe the once beautiful estate was still cared for, still wanted.
The reality reminded him too much of himself.
Beau chuckled ruefully at the direction his thoughts had gone. It had been a long time since he had thought about home and the family they had lost. He didn’t really want to think about them now, but the need to be wanted had somehow welled up inside of him the moment his eyes had locked with Dario’s.
The middle of five brothers, Beau had somehow found himself getting lost in the shuffle. It had always been that way. Barclay was the leader, the one they all looked to for safety and guidance. Baxter was a sarcastic little shit that rebelled at just about everything. Basil was second in command under Barclay, and Bailey was blind.
There never seemed to be a spot for a brother whose skills barely registered. No matter how hard he fought, how hard he trained, Beau would never be the fighter his brothers were, and he would never have the intuition and insight that seemed a part of Bailey’s very DNA. He couldn’t lead, mostly because no one would follow. Hell, he had a hard enough time getting anyone to listen to him now. Leading was simply out of the question.
That left him…somewhere. Beau just wasn’t sure where.
A soft knock at his door drew Beau out of his musing. He glanced at his watch, realizing that he had been lost in his thoughts far longer than he had known. He knew what the knock was about. It was time to train. Grabbing his small black bag off the floor next to the bed, Beau headed for the door.
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nbsp; “I’m coming.”
Knives flashed and metal sword clashed against metal saber. Slim figures encased in black sprang around the room in a vicious battle. Bodies dodged and jumped, swaying to a lethal dance that could end a life with one wrong move.
Dario Montella stood in the entrance of his once glorious ballroom and watched the Battle Bunnies practice and hone their fighting skills. Legs swiped out, missing heads by a millimeter. Hands, with fingers splayed wide, jabbed into the air, ready to take out eyes.
The oddest thing of all was that the room was silent. When a foot connected with a gut or a head snapped back from the force of a blow, not a sound was made. Even their footsteps were mere whispers as they moved across the floor.
Glancing around, Dario took in the white marble floors and the faded, specially made, gold lamé covered walls he had once so treasured. His home needed a lot of repair work before it could be brought back to its former magnificence.
He remembered the extravagant cotillions of the previous century, the hooped skirt dresses and the top hats. The elegance of the dances and the lavish fashions. He chuckled softly as he remembered the restrictive societal etiquette that often made the game of chase that much sweeter when his prey was caught.
Now the hunt was on again, only this time, his prey was the most important he had ever chased. Dario relished what he knew was coming. He had a fairly good idea that his prey was going to lead him on a merry chase, one he looked forward to with great anticipation.
Air whispered over Dario’s skin, snapping his attention to the tip of a sword suspended in the air about three inches from his nose. Following the length of the blade, Dario met a deep, brown-eyed gaze through the holes of the hood the man before him wore.
Smiling, Dario asked, “Are you now ready to meet me, my darling?” As amazing as it had been, he didn’t consider their brief, psychic sexual encounter in the shower an actual meeting.
