Page 42 of As The Shifter World Turns

Why couldn’t he be a unicorn?

We could gallop in meadows together, fuck like bunnies beside the flowers, and have little unicorn babies.

But no. He had to be a sexy wolf with lean muscle, a bitable ass, and a thick cock. And on top of that he was a freaking great guy. He was all the things except the one that mattered most because of stupid fate.

I slammed the pizza box closed because that would help matters. Even I was rolling my eyes at myself for that one. I shoved the box in the fridge and took a shower thinking that maybe washing the grime of the day away might help.

And it did. A little anyway, and when I came out, I was in a much better mood. Although a huge part of that was knowing it was almost eight, the time I felt like it was safe to call Archer without pulling him away from work or friends. It was an arbitrary time, but it worked.

Unlocking my phone, I pulled up his contact and pressed call. I could text easily enough, but I wanted to hear his voice.

“Micah,” he picked up on the first ring, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Same here. What are you up to?”

“Up. That’s an interesting choice of words.” I could almost see the glimmer of mischief in his eyes through the phone. “I was just thinking about you is all.”

“Show me.” I wasn’t even asking. If he was doing what he was hinting at, I wanted to see it. Heck, I wanted to guide it.

I tapped the video call icon and as he answered, instead of his face filling the screen I saw the tip of his cock, glistening with precum. “Now tell me. What were you doing?”

“You weren’t here and I was so hard and slick… I had to improvise.” He flipped the camera towards himself. “If you were here, you’d be the one in my ass right now.”

I swallowed, trying not to trip as I made my way to the bed.

“Your hair’s wet. Were you just in the shower?” he asked as if he hadn’t just hinted he had something in his ass… something that wasn’t my cock, the one that went from stirring to painfully hard in record time.

“I took a shower.”

“Did you touch yourself thinking of me in there?” Now I wished I had so I could tell him all about it, sparing no detail.

“No. I was in a bad mood.” I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard. “But I’m in a better one now that I’veseenyou.”

“Bad day at work?” Here we were both naked, something hypothetically in his ass, and he was asking about me and why I was having a rough day.

“I was having a pity party for one with you being there and me being here,” I confessed. “Work was fine. They liked my presentation.” Or pretended to because that’s what you did at things like this. “Now getting back to you… if I’m not there to fill your aching hole, what is?”

“You caught that?” He bit his bottom lip. “I’ll show you.” He brought the camera down, going ever so slowly past his cock and to his entrance, the one filled with a huge gem.

“Is that a diamond butt plug?” It looked amazing, all sparkling.

“Ish.” The camera jumped all around and when it stopped it had the perfect view of the sex toy sitting exactly where I wanted to be.

I wrapped my hand around my cock, giving it some pressure to ease the discomfort of being so hard. “Show me.”

He reached for it, slowly tugging on it, bringing it out a little bit, then pushing it back in. Each time he pulled it out just a little bit more and after a few more times I saw that it wasn’t a butt plug at all, but a dildo.

“Does that feel good?” I slowly jerked.

“Only when I think of you.”

“What do you think of when you picture me? Is it my long cock ramming into you or do you think about the way I can take you all into my mouth and bring you to orgasm without anything more than my tongue and lips? Or maybe… maybe you think of my knot and how it fills you so completely.” He let out a groan, his movements no longer smooth and in rhythm.

“Tell me, omega. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“You came home early and when you walked into your apartment, I was waiting for you… naked.” His breath hitched.

“And was I pleased with what I saw?”

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