Page 30 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

“Sit.” If he stood, he might keel over. This wasn’t as if I was showing him my cock for the first time. His brain would refuse to believe my beast was real. It might be easier for other mammal shifters because they had wild counterparts. Unicorns were… unique.

I am!

Tossing my clothes on the grass, I stood before my mate.

“I’m not like you.”

He eyed my cock. “Mmmm, you’re bigger, and I love every inch of you.’

“Hold that thought.”

Flashes of silver and pink slithered over my skin, and the horn protruded from my head. Errol sat unmoving, not even blinking, his nails embedded in the dirt. A tail sprouted from my rear end, and my beast took over so I was no longer in human form.

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected from Errol but definitely not him frozen. But my beast wasn’t concerned, insisting on grabbing the last remaining cherries from the trees.

We had to shift back because Errol might need medical attention, but as I tried to wrench my human self away from my beast, my mate said in a monotone, “Grams was right.”

He rubbed his tattoo and studied it. “He’s identical.” Pushing himself off the grass, he added, “The universe knew from the time we were born that we were meant for each other.”

That had my beast pause, and he stopped eating and nudged our mate.

“And Grams played a part.” He stood beside us and raised a hand. “May I stroke you?”

My beast bobbed his head.

“All my life, I fantasized about meeting a unicorn, knowing they weren’t real, but you just made my dream come true.”

Can we go outside the fence?my unicorn begged.There are some berries out there I can scent.

I gulped, almost taking back my skin. But the area outside the orchard fence wasn’t a forbidding forest with yelps and howls and large beasts’ shadows looming under the trees. I could do this maybe.

I can do it, my beast replied.This is on me.

New beginnings for both of us, huh?I hoped I hadn’t made a terrible mistake as my beast made a flying leap over the fence, and Errol unlatched the gate and followed us.

Yum. The best berries I’ve ever tasted.

Errol stood beside us, not speaking, his shoulder brushing over my unicorn’s flank. When my beast was done, we returned to the orchard and I took my skin.

My mate hugged me as I struggled with my briefs. “What are you?”

We sat on the grass, and I explained shifter history.

“I’m so excited that out of all the people on earth, I get to be one of the few who has met a unicorn.”

“One of the very few,” I assured him. “While today was special because you met my beast, we passed another milestone.” Iexplained to him all about mates and shifters. It was a lot to take in. He asked some questions, but mostly listened. I’d been so worried about this conversation and it ended up working out so beautifully.

“Ready to go?” The bugs were starting to get annoying.

“No, we can’t go back empty-handed.” Errol grabbed the baskets he’d brought from the car.

We filled them, in between kisses and fondling, and as we put everything in the car, Errol asked, “Do we tell Grams?”

I suspected she had an inkling, but while she didn’t have heart disease, she was elderly and I didn’t want to shock her.

“Let’s wait and celebrate you knowing who I have inside me.”

While shifters didn’t reveal their beasts to humans, unless they were mates or they stumbled upon one another accidentally, I didn’t think Grams would announce to the world she had a shifter grandson-in-law. Unless she mixed up her meds again.

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