Page 49 of As The Shifter World Turns

“About you fucking me like you mean it.” He slapped my ass. “Now pick me back up. I want to fuck you like I mean it.”

I let out a needy groan, the thought of him riding—so good.

Once we reached the bed, I put him on the mattress and slowly undressed him and then myself.

“I’m hungry.” I guided his head to a pillow. “I think I need a little taste.” I started to kiss a path down his chest and he stopped me.

“If your lips get anywhere near my cock or my hole, I’m going to come long before I want this to be over. I haven’t been allowed to come, you see.” He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over until I was on my back. “Let me have this.”

“Like I could turn you down.”

“I’ve been thinking of doing this since that night we spoke when you know...” He righted himself, now straddling me. “When you ordered me to not do something and I followed your instructions… it was so hot.”

“Even when I told you not to come?”

“Or maybe because of it.” He went up on his knees, grabbing my cock and lining it up with his entrance. “It was like you owned my pleasure. And now, here I am slick and needy.” He batted his lashes. “But you said you can’t turn me down.”

“It really is impossible.” I wanted to push up, to encourage him to continue, but he was liking this sense of control.

Was he giving me a taste of my own medicine?

Maybe.

I loved it.

“Then lay back and let me enjoy my ride.” He slid down my cock, the tightness of his slick hole forcing my eyes closed to avoid coming far too soon.

He started off slowly, bouncing up and down on my dick in nice even movements. Slowly first and then he quickly picked up speed, his hands on his thighs helping him keep his balance as he did exactly as he promised and fucked me like he meant it.

“You feel so good inside me. Almost too good.” Bounce bounce bounce. “Touch me alpha. I need to come.” It was a plea and I hadn’t been exaggerating before. Denying him anything was damn near impossible.

I reached up and took him in my hand, jerking him as he rode me.

“I’m going to—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence when he called out my name, his cum filling my hand, his body now moving in a frenzy.

I couldn’t hold back, my balls emptying, my knot swelling inside him, connecting us together as we both crumbled into a pile of sweaty limbs.

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his shoulder and he looked at me, his face so content. “Sandwich time.” He kissed my lips and then snuggled in close as I tried unsuccessfully to hold in my chuckle.

19

WHO CAN A UNICORN DATE?

Archer

“Archer! Archer, I need that file.”

My boss rarely approached my desk. He always sent a text even if I was just outside his door, or he bellowed at me from his office. But now he was leaning over me. He was in my face.

I was at fault because I hadn’t been paying attention. My mind was on Micah and our nights together. Not just the nights, the evenings and a few snatched minutes in the morning before I headed to work. Along with a weekend together where we didn’t get out of bed on Sunday except to shower and accept a food delivery.

But my boss barking at me had me snapping to attention and I handed him the file which I should have put on his desk before he arrived at work. “Sorry. I was thinking of what I have to do today.” It was such a stupid thing to say.

He sniffed. “More like what someone is going to do to you.”Ouch!Was I that obvious? He gave me a knowing look and retreated to his office.

Time to mainline coffee. I headed to the break room and nodded to two colleagues, Amanda and Jake, both shifters, standing near the microwave. I’d never joined in what people termed ‘water cooler conversation’ but couldn’t help overhearing them discussing a friend’s love life while waiting for their food to heat up.

“He’s dating a unicorn.”

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