Page 22 of His Unicorn Alpha
Only mine.
I let my omega control the kiss. I parted my lips and let his tongue tangle with my own. I let his big, beefy hands cup my jaw while my useless, awkward fingers dug into his hips.
He tasted delicious, almost exactly as he smelled. Smoky and sweet; like burnt caramel or a marshmallow which had been leftjust alittletoo long over the flames of a fire. He was decadent and passionate, and I knew without a doubt that I would never find another man whose kiss could live up to this one.
His hands slid down from my jaw, beginning a slow, sensual exploration of my body. Meaty palms caressed my shoulders, my toned —but comparatively puny— biceps, my lean torso, and my not-exactly-fleshy ass. Then those same hands slid around to my thighs and I gasped, pulling away before they could reach for what I was certain would be a disappointing bulge.
“Shit,” he cursed, then stepped back. I immediately hated the space he created between us, missing the radiating warmth from his soft belly against my flat one. “I apologize. I…the pull was so strong, and the hormones…”
“Don’t…don’t apologize. I want this —you— too. But…” I closed my eyes and sighed. “You should be warned, I guess. I’m not…uh…it’s just most shifters assume that because I’m a horse, I’m hung, but…”
Fuck, explaining my issue was difficult.Thiswas why I didn’t date other shifters. Humans didn’t make the same assumptions, nor did they seem as concerned about what I was packing, especially not as a bottom.
“You realize that I am half a millennium old, don’t you?” he spoke gently into the awkward silence I’d left hanging, still trying to spit out what I saw as my biggest (no pun intended) personal failing. “And I am a doctor. I have seen it all, and then some. And I am more aware than most that one’s species does not correlate to one’s physical attributes in human form. Besides, we all have something we are self-conscious about. I am…cuddlier…than either of my brothers. And, now that I am carrying triplets—”
I’ll admit that Imighthave collapsed back down onto my chair, dramatically gasping, “Triplets?!” while my hand covered my racing heart.
Some naïve part of me had assumed ‘children’ plural equated to twins, like Beck and Ollie had. Like Lena and Brandi were having. Notthree.
That part where I said I was chill? That I wasn’t going to freak out? I might have spoken too soon.
Brandt bit his lip, appearing far more adorable than a man who looked as intimidating as he did had any right to be. “Surprise?”
Chapter Nine
Iprobably should have started with how many children we’re having,I thought to myself as Micah stared back at me with wide, almost terrified eyes.
His throat worked convulsively, and I felt guilty all over again for the situation I had put him in. However, I had just given in to the biological draw between us, to the incessant desire to press my body against his and taste his mouth, and I knew that to do even that much without him knowing the entire story had been wrong.
I tried to ignore the slick that threatened to leak from me at the lingering tingles on my lips. My omega railed inside me, wanting my mate’s long, elegant fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips once more.
But to give in to those instincts without being completely honest had been a mistake.EverythingI had done to this man had been a mistake.
When Micah had been an abstract stranger —a man disinterested in pack life— I had imagined that he was likely immature and vain. These past minutes talking to him haddisabused me of that notion. Unfortunately, in doing so, it had only proven Beck and, to some extent, Eric to be correct.
My choice was unfair to Micah in every possible way imaginable.
“Three feels likea lotmore than two,” he eventually managed, his voice sounding strained and marginally panicked.
Thiswas the reaction I had anticipated. Still not as volatile, or as upset, but certainly more understandable than his original calm collectedness.
“I know,” I looked to my feet in a moment of weakness, needing to brace myself for the rejection which would hurt a hell of a lot more now that I knew what he tasted like. “I…I couldn’t bring myself to…to…rejecteven one of the embryos. They were too precious.”
“Yeah…yeah, I get that. I just…wow. Three is…” Micah chuckled again and I dared to peek up at him. He shook his head, a bewildered smile on his face. “It’s kind of unheard of for horse shifters, y’know?” Running his hand through his hair, the sandy-blonde locks fell back around his face messily.
Why was that so sexy? Courtesy of my raging hormones and whatever pull was happening due to the connection we had sparked upon physical contact, I almost asked him to do it again. In slow motion. Like a shampoo commercial.
Maybe it’s Maybelline, maybe it’s a mystical shifter connection.
“Do you think that means they’ll be dragons?” he asked, and I blinked, embarrassed at my thoughts having drifted so wildly.
“Pardon?”
“The…the babies. Because there are three of them. Do you think that means they’ll be dragons? Because horses usually only have one? Onveryrare occasions sometimes two?” He winced, then looked at me beseechingly. I almost got lost in his beautiful eyes. “Not that I care if they’re not horses. Because dragons arewaycooler. Not that I’ve ever actually seen a dragon. I mean, a shifted dragon. I can see you just fine. I have twenty-twenty vision. Because that’s a thing doctors think about, right? What kind of medical issues might be passed down? Aside from the, um,” he gestured vaguely at his crotch, “I don’t have any issues, I don’t think. And…I’m rambling. Awesome.”
Fuck, but he was delightful, wasn’t he? Though I was beginning to get more than a little concerned about his body image issues.
“We will not know what their species is —are— until they are born, I imagine,” I answered once I wrangled my rampaging hormones back into submission again. “But, for the record, I do not care one way or the other. They’re my babies. I will love them even if they scent completely human at birth.”
