Page 70 of As The Shifter World Turns

We were headed to the place I first took my unicorn form. My grandfather had lived near there and took me fishing that afternoon of all things. Neither of us had any notion that it was close to my first change. I exhibited none of the signs that most kids did.

It was one of my last summers with him and for some reason I’d been wanting to go back there. I didn’t even know the address. I’d been a child, but a bunch of phone calls later, I found it and it was much closer to us than I thought.

“This looks like private property,” Archer said as I turned onto the dirt path anyway, trusting me more than he probably should since I hadn’t bothered to check on that.

“It’s a place from my childhood,” I blurted out as if that meant what we were doing was legal or something. “It’s probably legal.”

“So reassuring,” he chuckled.

We bumped along on the dirt road and an old battered sign came into view.“Park closes at dusk. Boom. It’s legal.” My aunt probably could’ve mentioned the park bit.

“No. That proves it’s illegal. It’s well past dark,” Archer pointed out. The road widened. “I think this is where you leave the car.”

I pulled over and we got out. The moon was high and we could see pretty clearly, which was a bonus.

“Which way is the river? Can you use your wolf ears… like partially shift them?”

“Did you just ask me to get furry ears?” he asked.

I shrugged.

“I can’t do that, for the record. That’s only in the movies. But, the river is this way. It was running by the road when we drove in. You didn’t notice it.”

Salads tucked under my arm, his hand in mine, we took the closest path towards the river.

“What makes this place special?” he asked.

“This is where I first became a unicorn. I didn’t know it was time and I was here fishing with Gramps and boom. It just happened.”

“Did you catch any fish?”

“Nope. Never did. But we came here a lot that summer.” In the distance I saw the little foot bridge we used to fish off of. “It’s over there. Want to eat on the bridge?”

“Sure.” We ended up on the bank of the river instead. The bridge had seen far better days and we opted to not fall in.

“Why did you ask about catching fish and not my unicorn?” I handed him his salad.

“Because it felt like the important part of that story was fishing with your grandfather.” He put his food to the side and cupped my cheek. “Am I wrong?Because I will gladly listen to stories about the magnificent creature that is your unicorn all night long.”

I thought about that… really thought about it and he was right. Was taking all four hooves a big deal? Sure. But my yearning to come back here had little to do with that and everything to do with the man I still missed.

“You’re right. You saw that even when I didn’t.” I leaned into his touch. “He was my favorite person.”

“Tell me about him.”

And so I did. We ate with the sound of the water flowing in the background as I shared all the quirky awesomeness that had been Gramps.

I fell back, looking up at the sky and the gorgeous moon. It had a pinkish hue tonight and only added to the amazing night that this date had become.

“Tell me about your childhood.” I patted the spot beside me.

“Or… we could enjoy our dessert.” He lay down and then rolled over onto his side and leaned in for a kiss.

Dessert it was.

The kiss started off sweet, but deepened quickly. I couldn’t get enough of him. I nibbled on his lip, explored his mouth with my tongue and then when I got him good and breathless, I pulled him on top of me, loving the weight of him settling into me. He wasn’t the kind of omega that shied away from taking a lead role in the bedroom or in this case on the river bank. I think it was the wolf in him, all predatory and sexy as fuck.

He pinned my hands to the ground above my head and took full control of the kiss, his jean-clad cock rubbing against mine… both of us so hard… so ready.

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