Page 15 of As The Shifter World Turns

I dropped to my knees on the cool grass. He’d already managed to step out of his pants, his legs spread slightly. He gave me full access. “You are so hard… tell me, omega… is this for me? Are you hard for me?” I licked him from root to tip, breathing on his tip and then gathering the drop of precum there onto my tongue.

“You taste as delicious as you smell, but you still haven’t answered my question… is this for me?” I ran my tongue around the tip, my eyes looking up at him. “Because if not, maybe I should stop.”

I pushed back onto my heels.

“Micah, I have been a walking hard-on since that first day I entered Sunshine Manor. Please for the love of the moon, blow me.”

I didn’t waste time bantering back and forth anymore. He’d waited long enough. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. Then I sucked like a hoover as I slowly moved back up his cock, letting him out with a pop. “Is that how you like it?”

His hand grabbed my head and I chuckled. I officially stole his words. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I wrapped my lips around his cock and blew him like it was my job, my hand playing with his balls as I licked, sucked, and swallowed, and as they tightened up, I slid my hand around back and started playing with his slick entrance. He was so slick for me. He wanted this as much as I did.

His little noises only had me wanting to give him more… I wanted to watch him come undone and then ride me until tomorrow.

It didn’t take long, his thick hot spurts hitting the back of my throat as he bellowed out my name. I swallowed it all, wishing there was more. I would never get enough of this man.

I pushed back onto my heels and caught him looking down at me, his eyes still lust-filled.

“Let’s run.” I went to stand. He would need time to recoup, and I was more than willing to wait if it meant I could hear him cry outMicahwhen he came again.

“No, alpha. You promised me a ride.” He pushed my shoulders gently and I fell back as he intended. “I’m already so hard.”

My eyes fell to his cock, thick and long and glistening with my sweat. I wanted to ask how, but not enough to not position myself for him. If he wanted a ride, who was I to deny him?

“Look at you… already…” I nestled into the thick grass, my hand wrapping around my cock and giving it a jerk.

“I’m always hard for you.” He straddled me, batted my hand away, and guided me into his slick hole as he lowered himself all the way down. “You fit like you belong… like you were made for me.”

“I think I was.” My hands grasped onto his thighs. “Ride me, omega. Ride this unicorn.”

As so help me, he did. He bounced up and down with such grace and passion that I was barely able to contain my orgasm. I wanted it to last all night, and with his tightness wrapped around me, it was going to be a fool’s errand. “You feel so good wrapped around me… so tight… you fuck me so good I’m going to come too soon.”

“Good.” He stuck out his tongue playfully. “That means I am doing it right.” He bounced with a little more force and my climax rushed through me, my cum filling his ass as my knot swelled inside him, holding us together, his own orgasm ripping through him as forcefully as the one he just had, leaving both of us sweaty, cum-covered messes.

It was everything.

“Now you're stuck with me.” He fell onto my chest, tugging gently on the knot.

“I’m okay with that.” We snuggled together, and I must’ve dozed off, the ringing of my alarm waking me with a startle.

Waking me in my apartment. Waking me in my bed. Waking me alone.

“Fucking dream,” I grumbled, lifting the covers off of me to find a sticky mess. “Stupid fucking dream.”

Of course it was. Archer was drunk and asleep, about to wake up with a freaking hangover while I got to wash my sheets and be jealous ofDream Micah,who got to get what I never would.

At least not in real life.

I threw the sheets into my tiny apartment washer and took a shower. I had a long day ahead of me with two meetings and three tours of places to be staged, and finding an unusual size shower curtain that didn’t require a special order for a place that was being staged tomorrow.

At least all of that kept me busy and not thinking about my wet dream. I was in my freaking thirties. I should be well past that stage, but Archer. There was something about him that had me in knots or needing to knot or something about knots. I needed to just not think about him.

By the time I finished work and got home, I was exhausted. I toed off my shoes and went straight to the fridge to see what I had to eat. I was too tired togo get something, and if I ordered anything, chances were I’d be asleep long before it arrived.

“Why didn’t I buy more nuke and go dinners?” I was grouchy. At least no one was here to fall victim to it.

A scratch at my door startled me. Did someone shift? No, that was stupid. We all knew better than that.

The scratch became a light knock. I shut the freezer door and answered it, surprised to see Archer standing there, staring at the floor.

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