Bad Little Puck Bunny: A Why Choose Hockey Romance (The Blackridge Reapers)

One taste of her sweetness and we're pucking consumed. Our little puck bunny made a fatal mistake showing up to our hunt wearing those black bunny ears. The rule is simple: the one we catch becomes ours to devour. But this sweet little thing? She's caught the attention of both of us. The way she watches me when he’s buried deep inside her. How she pretends she doesn't crave us both. Those desperate whimpers begging for more when one of us isn't enough. She thinks she can choose between us. She thinks she can run. Here's the thing about being Reapers—we don't just hunt. We claim. And watching her fight the craving for both of us? That just makes her more addicting. Her father—our coach—can't protect her. Her innocence won't save her. She says she hates what we do to her. Well... guess