Page 11 of Embracing the Stalk

I came forward and carefully eased him into a position where I could see his flushed face.

“You’re mine,” I whispered in his ear, feeling Red shiver and moan. Then I slid down his back, nipping and kissing until I reached his plump ass. I gently lifted his hips and inhaled our combined scent, my gaze on the trail of cream trickling down his fuzzy balls. I followed it with my tongue, lapping at my juices.

“Do you think you’ll want to experiment?”

I blinked and pulled back from the tasty treat at his sudden question, trying to get my head to shift gears. “Experiment? Like with kink? That’s more Apollo’s thing than mine. Although, I guess I could try if you want?”

I waited, holding my breath, doing everything to keep my thoughts to myself. I’d do anything for my stalk.

Red snorted as he looked at me over his shoulder. “That’s fine with me. I’m not a kinky kind of stalk. But don’t you want to eat your way through the flowers?”

“I do that anyway. The pride house yard has an array of plants.”

From the groan I received, and Red’s face buried in his hand, I was missing something important. I just wasn’t sure what it was. So I wiggled up his back and rolled him over to cup his jaw and lock our gazes. “I don’t understand, babe.”

He leaned into my touch. “I’m sorry, I should have been clearer. What I mean is, do you want to fuck other men?”

I squinted at him, doing my best to avoid sharing the pain caused by the thought of anyone touching him, now I’d claimed him as mine. “Why would I want to do that?”

“To taste the other flowers in the garden? Rather than just me.”

It took me a moment. I was cum-drunk. That was my excuse, and I was sticking to it. I dropped a kiss on his lips, uncaring I’d just had my tongue lapping at my own cum. “No, Red. I don’t want any other shifters or humans. All I want is you.”

He sighed and melted into my touch. “That was the right answer, my goaty alpha.”

I could have stayed like that, but first I needed to take care of my stalk. Reading my thoughts, Red leaned over the side of the bed and handed me a gray T-shirt.

“Use that. I need to do laundry anyway.”

Chuckling at how I’d considered doing it, I gently cleaned Red’s backside, lifting him over the bed so I could kiss each cheek, then easing him back onto the mattress and admiring how flustered he looked at my moves. A look I hoped I’d keep there forever.

Chapter Eight

Red

Water cascaded down my back and I hissed as it hit my ass, relishing the sting. I twisted to look down my back at the bite marks on my cheeks and chuckled to myself. Gordon loved to nibble on my ass for sure. I had yet to take a bite of him, which was harder than it should be considering how long we had spent in the bedroom, naked, sticky, and sweaty.

My cock plumped at thoughts of my rutting ram. He was something else. It was as if someone had leashed him, and I had been the one to cut the tie. My soapy fingers ran over my hole and I shivered at how loose and well used it was. I worked my fingers inside, cleaning myself, not that it probably needed much because something else I’d discovered was how Gordon loved to get his long tongue in the most interesting places.

One glance told me my stalk was firming at my thoughts and finger action. I groaned. Alone in the house, and doing naughty things to myself, wasn’t my plan.

Are you being wicked?

Maybe… will it bring you back to me?

I promised to go and see the sheriff for you, and then pay a visit to the dude Glass recommended to sort the locks in the house. You feeling safe is important to me.

I sighed loudly, competing with the water hitting the tiles.I know, just hurry, I miss you.

I did, and it wasn’t because of being scared, either. The last few days, where we’d stayed locked in my house, had been perfect. He could make me forget all my worries. One nibble and I got lost in him.

The problem was, reality had intruded, and as Gordon was a goat of honor, he’d insisted he would get the locksmith to come and make sure the house was secure, so I felt safe. I couldn’t tell him I only felt safe in his arms. He’d gotten dressed in the clothes I’d finally laundered and headed out. His plan to see the sheriff and follow up on the monsters they’d captured was what had driven me into the shower. I looked for something, anything, to take my mind off the fact Gordon was going to be close to those fuckers.

What if they got out and hurt him?

Stop that, I’m being careful, and I’ve got Maxi with me, so you don’t need to worry about me. I’ve also made sure you aren’t alone.

What?

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