Page 79 of Shifters Unifying
“Maybe I’m beginning to believe I’m the multimorph. Or at least act like I am. It’s funny how acting like it helps make me believe it. Feelings be damned.” I closed the distance between us and pressed a kiss to his chest. “For now, I just want to be your mate.”
His mouth turned up in a wolfish smile. “Let’s see how much sway this place has.” He slapped my hands down on my ass and lifted me up to his eye level. His eyebrow quirked. “Now, tell me, have you ever had sex in a tree?”
Laughter erupted from me then. “Seems like you’re always asking me that.”
“What of it? Maybe I like to know what I can count as your firsts.”
“Backseat, kitchen, tree… You can pretty much assume I haven’t had sex in any of those places. Until I met you, my vet practice and making it successful was the only thing I cared about.” A pang of regret cut through my chest, and I bit back a gasp. It’d been ages since I’d thought about my business.
“Do you miss it?”
“I do. It meant the world to me, and I’d spent a lot of time focused on that. My dad, my parents, really, sacrificed to get me through vet school. Eventually, I have to decide what I’m going to do with it. There’s not another vet who could take it over, and as much as I love Shannon, she can’t run the place with the vet always gallivanting all over the Louisiana countryside.”
“Do you want to go back?”
Chewing my bottom lip didn’t help me ponder any faster. Finally, I said, “It doesn’t seem as important as saving all the shifters and shifter kind, maybe even saving the human world from Acheron, but in a perfect world, yes, I’d like to practice again. Matter of fact, I’d like to get my motorcycle out of the garage and go for a ride.”
“What color is it?”
“Bright red.”
“Not multicolor?”
I giggled. “Well, a custom paint job was in the one-year plan. At least until you threw every plan I ever had off the rails.”
He traced my ear with his mouth. “That wasn’t my doing.”
“Yeah, but shifting could have been something I kept to myself, and then you came along and shookyournaked ass at me while I was camping. Took me away from my mother, my home.”Mom…Shit, I needed to catch up with her.
He pulled back, feigning hurt. But his eyes practically glowed with mirth. “I saved you from dying after that big cat attack, and you asked me to, if you’ll recall.” He growled. “You screamed my name, and basically, it’s the only thing I’ve wanted to make you do ever since.”
I snuggled into him, recalling the beginning.
“I still remember when I strolled into the Rainbow Vet’s front door before the attack. You were so pissed at me. Everything about you was angry, your expression, your scent. Acrid, waspish. Dangerous.”
“Well, you were the one who let Sully-Boy out of Sheila’s house. You nearly broke Callie’s ten-year-old heart.”
His tongue flicked my earlobe. “That cat is a menace. He hated everyone and everything but Callie.”
My arms linked behind his neck. “But that’s not really why I was so pissed.”
“Why were you pissed?” he whispered.
“I didn’t know Sheila was your cousin, and I thought you two were together, and I’d been fantasizing about you for days.”
He froze. “Is that why you tried to seduce me in the parking lot at Vixen’s?”
“That and I’d had a few drinks. I think Sheila wanted us to get together, and you were the right kind of catnip for what ailed me. At least before my brain showed up and talked me out of fucking you in the front seat of your work truck.”
“Sheila did promise ‘the Emma’ would knock me on my ass and leave me begging for more.” He dragged his tongue down the side of my neck and down my sternum, kneeling before me before he kissed my belly button. “She wasn’t wrong.”
“And I knew you’d be trouble,” I murmured. “I just wasn’t prepared for how much.” I caught arm, pulled him back to his feet, and led him to the low bed. He followed, willingly.
I took a seat on the edge of the mattress and pulled him close, his dick already standing tall. Spreading my legs, I wrapped my fingers around his engorged shaft and brought him closer, scooting as far forward as I could.
“Hey, that’s not a handle,” he murmured.
“Works, though.” When I kissed the tip, he grunted, his hand settling against my hair. I licked his slit, working as much saliva as possible into the front of my mouth, and drew him in slowly, wrapping my tongue around him, first one way and then the other, until he was as deep as he could go, relishing the tangy taste of his precum. I clenched my hand around his based and spread the moisture from my mouth over the length of him by stroking up and down. With my other hand, I gently grasped his scrotum, smoothing more moisture over his balls, lubricating every inch of him.
