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But a shifter’s beast was usually asleep or in a trance-like state during sex, so perhaps I couldn’t compare the two situations.
“I had no idea this was here.” My mate took in the weeping willows and the more manicured part of the park with the untamed section. “I think my beast will enjoy coming here.”
There wasn’t enough private space to shift, but if Brett’s unicorn preferred being out of doors, I imagined spending a lot of time here.
“Coffee?” I got the flasks out of my pack.
“You’re so organized.” He flipped his head back and drank. “I am at work, I have to be, but in my private life I need some nudging. Socks on the floor, empty fridge. That sort of thing.”
“Don’t worry. I’m happy to nudge you.” Among other things. There’d be thrusting, probing, inserting, plunging, ramming… and that was just my cock. My fingers were agile, and my tongue could slip into nooks and crannies.
“I haven’t met many people in the snow leopard community, but this place feels more like home than where I grew up.”
“You are my home,” I told him, and I put my hand over his heart. I hoped his unicorn agreed, but I refused to consider what would happen if he didn’t.
Chapter 11
Brett
Shifting with my mate was something I had longed to do even before I saw his face for the first time. I wanted my beast to know his, and his to know mine. But now that we had met and been together, the need to meet his beast was on a different level.
I wanted to see his leopard, to run my fingers through his fur, to snuggle against him, to watch him take down prey. He was the polar opposite of my beast, who literally frolicked through the forest as the animals came around and greeted him. He was what those same animals feared. Only, I knew I could never fear him. He had already become my everything.
Growing up I was grossed out by the idea of hunting. And now? Now I got it. Not that my mate bragged about hunting or even explained it to me. It was more that I understood that it was part of who he was, and that, by default, made it important to me.
“I want to show you my favorite place,” I said, giving his hand a squeeze.
We were in my kitchen, finishing up a late lunch. Tomorrow, we’d go back to our normal lives, but today, today was for us and us alone. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than in our fur.
“Ooh, you want to show me something.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Does it require getting a little more comfortable?”
He winked as his eyes raked over me. I hadn’t been heading in that direction, but now? Now my cock was all for it, because of course it was.
“Yes, but not in the way you think.” I went over to the back door and started to pull off my clothes, setting them on the bench I kept there. “I want to meet your beast, and I want you to see my unicorn.”
“I’d love that,” he said, following my lead and removing his clothes as well. “I can see why you love it here, with all of the woods behind you.”
I followed his gaze. He was taking in the magnificence that was my location. His home was great, but I wouldn’t be able to shift there, not with my size. We’d figure something out, but not yet.
First I needed to get my unicorn on board. He was still hiding away and ignoring me. I didn’t love it. I could be stubborn too, so I got it, I just didn’t like it.
“I do love it. It’s nice to be able to go out, run, or play whenever I want. I don’t blend in, in case you were wondering.” There was a time when people were slapping fake horns on horses to take pictures. Maybe, just maybe then I might’ve been able to get away with being seen. Probably not, but I’d considered it.
“No.” He kissed my cheek. “Absolutely no part of me suspected that you did.” He kissed my lips this time, far too short for my liking. “Let’s go before your sexy naked body distracts me completely.”
We went outside, and Pixie stood off to the side, not coming as close as she often did, just watching me. It had to be confusing for the little creature. All of their instincts told them I was safe and he was deadly. The two of us together… it couldn’t make any sense to them.
“Hey, Pixie, we’re just gonna go for a run.”
“Pixie?”
“Yes, Pixie, my friend the chipmunk—please don’t eat him.” I felt guilty adding the last part on. I’d already told Anders the fluffy cuteness was my friend. Of course he wasn’t going to eat him. But also—he was a predator.
“I generally don’t like small prey, but friend? He doesn’t smell like a shifter.” He focused on the chipmunk, his head tilted to the side.
“He’s not a shifter. We just have an understanding. He’s my gardening buddy.” It sounded off the wall spoken aloud, but it was true, and I wasn’t ashamed.
“Well, nice to meet you, Pixie.”
