Page 5 of Shaped to Be Yours

What was I?

“Can I go now?”

“If you do change your mind, you can check in at the research facility or with your assigned officer any time.”

“Fine. Whatever. Who’s my officer?”

“Me.” He stood from the table. He was more Idris Elba than Will Smith. So,hot. Bigger than me. And with an air of authority and confidence that said,if you fight me, kid, you’ll lose.

If I was in my, well, apparentlynotwerewolf form, I could take him, but then I’d just be proving him right.

“I’ll be seeing you again soon,” he said and showed me to the door.

Agent Whitmore. My new handler.

PRESENT DAY

I wondered if Whitmore was on the train, stalking me. Watching me. It was bad enough always wondering if the people around meknew. If they didn’t, would they find out? What would they do if they found out? Did everyone back home already know and were waiting with pitchforks?

I looked human most of the time, and I didn’t need to wear a badge or anything—Beware of Monster—but Elder Ridge was as small of a town as Edgewind. Not hundreds small, but thousands small. Without a college campus like Edgewind to ramp up population most of the year, word was going to spread.

Ricky was one of the few people who knew I was a monster thatlookedlike a werewolf, but that I was somehow something else, something “uncategorized.”

It was nice not needing to think too hard, at least for a while, just watching Ricky sleep. He’d gotten an internship with the research facility in Elder Ridge, working with some fish monsterscientists so he could come home with me. Him choosing to join me, even if it was connected to something he wanted for himself, felt so serious, like real commitment, when we hadn’t even seen each other naked yet.

I mean, outside of me being a serious perv a couple of times in the locker room, but they were only cursory glances when we had Weight Training and never while his underwear was off! I’d only pretended to be a complete douchebag. I had standards. Mostly.

Why had I pretended to be a dick like that for so long? It was hard to break the habit, the snide remarks, puffing out my chest, acting bigger than I felt. How could a sweet, smart, wonderful guy like Ricky even want to give an asshole like me a chance?

He was so cute too, the way his lips were just slightly parted while he slept. I wanted to slip my tongue between them and kiss him awake like the prince fromSleeping Beauty. That was pretty pervy too. That whole story was all kinds ofnowith lacking consent.

Ricky’s lips looked really kissable though. I should not have been thinking about seeing him naked. It was causing a bit of a problem. Or a lot of a problem. Maybe it was being on the train again, since the last time we’d been on a train together, I’d gotten an eyeful of tentacle fucking.

I should not be thinking aboutthateither. About big, long, phallic appendages moving in and out of a stretched hole and straining mouth, dripping saliva and precome and…

Okay, I really needed to stop, because I had to reach down to adjust my junk.

“Hm?” Ricky lifted his head and blinked blearily at me.

Think unsexy thoughts! Think unsexy thoughts!

“Oh. Right. Train. Sorry. I didn’t think I’d sleep so hard.”

Why did he have to sayhard? “H-hey,” I managed.

“Hey.” Ricky smiled.

Damn, he was cute.

“What?” His dark cheeks were turning darker. He was blushing. Atme.

“I was just thinking about wanting to kiss you,” I admitted.

Ricky laughed and ducked his head, long lashes fluttering when he looked up at me again through his glasses, which only made me want to kiss him more. “Youcan, you know. We are dating. Aren’t we?”

“Are we?”

“You’re bringing me home to meet your mother.”

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