Page 8 of As The Shifter World Turns

Ivor’s wolf had disappeared into the trees and I slipped out of my pants, holding them awkwardly, knowing Micah was behind me. Shifters witnessed one another without clothes so often it wouldn’t be weird seeing him butt naked.

But the guy wasn’t any run of the mill shifter. He was making my pulse race, and my chest tightened. Sweat dotted my brow as I caught a glimpse of Micah still in human form, off to my left.

Don’t look at his cock. Don’t do it, I repeated in my head, and then ignored my own advice. The moon was in on the scheme to show the man’s dick in the best light. It came out from behind a cloud. It was huge. Not the moon, not the cloud. His length.

I shoved a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp. Too late. He must have heard me as he swiveled his head in my direction, and I gave a feeble little wave. He didn’t react.Fuck, what is wrong with me? He must think I’m an idiot.

Micah strolled toward the water’s edge, and whereas the other three had wasted no time between getting undressed and shifting, he studied the moon.He was probably shaking a mental fist and saying, “Why did you shine on my cock?”

And then he shifted, and I was struck dumb. It was as though he and the moon were partners. The moonbeams danced on his skin, making it shimmer and glisten, as he took his unicorn form. My eyes went to his horn, sparkling with silver, and there was a hint of the palest pink on the tip. As his body was bathed in light, he reared up, and without a backward glance, tore into the trees. It brought tears to my eyes.

The van door slid open a tad. “Seeing Micah shift never gets old,” Neil said before shutting the door again.

I must have removed my underwear, but I had no memory of doing it as the image of Micah’s unicorn was seared into my brain. But with my wolf begging to shift, I scolded myself for considering that the guy, a unicorn shifter, and one at least ten years older than I was, might be interested in me. And even if he was, I couldn’t enter into a relationship, I reminded myself, instead having to concentrate on my work. I’d gotten this job to support my family, and I wouldn’t let them down.

Love wasn’t in my immediate future.

Ha! My wolf had no notion of the human concept of love. There was mating or nothing in his world.

As I let my wolf off his leash, I allowed myself to entertain a relationship with Micah. But my practical side reminded me that it was a fantasy and would never happen. Nor could I let it happen. So, I took my daydream, tucked it in a box, and put it away.

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IT’S RAINING… VIBRATORS

Micah

“Fucking A.” When I reached behind the dresser I thought I was reaching for a can of air freshener or possibly hair spray. But no. No, it couldn’t be something that fabulous. It had to be a dildo.

Not a dildo in a package ready to be gifted. Nope. This was one that had rolled off the back of the dresser, and I could only plead to the goddess that it hadn’t been used, that it was lost after cleaning.

The little fuzzies stuck on it had me thinking it could go either way.

“I need to burn my hand.” I refused to drop it, for fear it would touch even more things, instead bringing it to the kitchen and tossing it in the trash.

Using my elbow, I turned on the hot water full blast with one hand as I doused my hand with dish soap with the other. If I’d had bleach, I’d’ve been using that.

I didn’t even mind that the place was left needing a cleaning. Staging houses gave me all kinds of things to work with and honestly, the worse I got them, the bigger the challenge and the more accomplished I felt. At least until the dildo arrived.

It was a first in my entire career and I’d be quite pleased for it to be my last. It didn’t help that now my mind was on dildos and not the one I threw in the trash. I rubbed my hands together, the water nearly scalding my hand, my cock not caring that blood was needed to keep my hands moving, instead stealing it all for itself as images of Archer unpacking his toy collection decided to play like a movie reel in my head.

“Fuck it. I’m going home.” I could finish tomorrow. The place wasn’t actually that bad. Not really. It had been cluttered, which I’d remedied, but the furniture they had worked in the space.

The real estate agent who listed the place was kind of an ass and hated his clients to “see the help”, the help meaning me. I charged them double for having to work the off hours because screw it—going into a house at midnight to get it set up sucked donkey balls and not the hot shifter kind. If they asked why it wasn’t done, I was blaming the sun and mentioning the dildo. He was a freaking prude and that would be enough to shut him up.

It still amused me that people didn’t like a house because it had clutter or pink walls. Those things weren’t permanent. And yet things that were, like having a bathroom only on the second floor, they would argue away as if it was no big deal even with their bad knee or ankle.

Kept me in a job, so I was hardly complaining.

I drove home, not thinking about cockrings that vibrated ensconcing Archer’s cock. It was a rookie mistake. Sure, shifters didn’t give a rat’s ass about being naked around each other, but you never look at someone’s cock who scents the way he did—it only gives you ideas.

He was so thick. You would feel him long after he was gone, and yeah, I was one of those alphas who liked to both give and receive. I wouldn’t admit this to the guys, but I whacked off in the shower thinking of that omega’s thick cock pounding into my ass until I shot my cum across the room.

Rookie. Freaking. Mistake. Next time I wouldn’t look.

And I most certainly wasn’t going to think about him with a dildo buzzing in his ass as he fucked me—a dildo I controlled with a remote. And nope—I wasn’t going to think about him sliding a butt plug into me so I could sparkle like a rainbow as I pounded into him and filled him with both my cum and my knot.

Nope. Not gonna do it.

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