Page 64 of Shifters Unifying
When I stomped, my paw print dug into the soft soil, and I snorted at the wafting smell of earth and armadillo. Tension snapped through me. As far as I could tell, this armadillo hadn’t even been a shifter. Yet Acheron had the ability to hide in plain sight, and he’d been silent too long. He had to be circling closer.
When I tested the bond between us, it didn’t tell me anything new about my mate. She’d been calm for several hours, relaxed in a way like the way she’d been during the time after our shared orgasms had concluded.
The off-grid cabin was up ahead, and no out-of-place smells greeted me. Reasonably certain there were no intruders, I paused to consider what I should do—how I should approach our reunion.
The moonlight glinted off the solar panels on top of the roof. One lone light burned in the living area at the front of the tiny home we’d moved into place a few years earlier as a project for my employees during a human-borne virus quarantine lockdown. We hadn’t been sure if the human virus would impact the shifters, so we’d taken the opportunity to complete a laundry list of work at Six-Mile.
This was an opportunity to reunite in an exceptional way. Unforgettable wasn’t something Ihadto ensure for Emma, of course—every moment we had together was memorable, but she deserved some special attention after the stress of the last few days. The last few days had been intense. For me. For her. Especially for her.
However, taking time to show Emma how much she meant to me and how much I appreciated her as my mate, not as the multimorph, appealed to me. I ran through several scenarios in my head and settled on the most direct one:
Shift to my human form on the porch.
Gain entry to the cabin
Wrap her in my arms, carry her to the bed, ravish her, and make her scream my name. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat…
Attempt to break the frame under the mattress in the most romantic way possible. Failing the romance, snapping the bed legs would suffice.
The thought of enthusiastically breaking the bed frame with her made me grin. It’d take some prowess to be able to break itandfuck her silly without wearing out her lady parts. I intended to take as much time here as we could. For a little while, we were caught in a lull between emergencies, and Olivia had said she would make excuses for us.
The wind ruffled the hair along my spine, and I shivered as I padded onto the front porch to enact step one of my plans, grunting as the wolf-to-human shifter magic took hold. As I stood upright, I took a deep breath, determined to leave the drama of the clans behind. Focusing on Emma was my priority.
I turned the knob, surprised and frustrated to find Emma had left it unlocked. A lone lamp burned in the living space. The filament in the bulb pulsed with the slight, rhythmic surge from the solar batteries. A floor plank creaked beneath the weight of my feet, but no other sound met me as I eased into the small cabin and pressed the door closed behind me.
Her scent permeated the space, pushing reasonable thought from my mind. My mate’s lair would soon howl with pleasure. Ten steps into the kitchen space, and I spiedBonding & Mating Practices of Feline Shifteropen on the dining room table. A soft chuckle escaped me.
Then I sensed her… close. Closer than she’d been for far too long.
From my left, Emma growled, low in her throat. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my house?”
My skin prickled—not with fear, but overwhelming desire, and I pivoted, catching a thrown chair in mid-air and tossing it aside with the force of a mate, denied. It shattered against the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I barked.
“Logan!” she yelped, dropping her hands to the curve of her hips, the lone light source marked her edges but left her mostly in silhouette. Her eyes flashed, twin viridescent flames, signaling how much energy she’d drawn into her. “What are you doing here? Don’t you think you should have called first?”
An upward swipe of my hand flipped on the bright overheads, the light glinting on the dark blue tile, illuminating her hourglass form like a spotlight and setting the fantasies in my mind in motion. Her nipples were already hard, delicate tips of the rounded peaks I knew so well. Since her training began, her muscles had grown larger, more defined, and she resembled a tigress, preparing to pounce. The inward curve of her waist invited me down… down… down…
I swallowed, struggling to maintain my hold on restraint as passion made my heart pound, sending a rush of blood to my dick. Hard and fast wasn’t what I wanted for our night alone, away from the chaos of the shifters we were both meant to protect. Instead, I asked, “Do you think there’s a landline here?”
She glanced around, and her breasts quivered with the movement. “No…” She drew out the word, and her gaze dropped to the tattletale between my legs. “Still…”
