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At that, she ran off, or he did—I didn’t even know which, but his fight or flight kicked in, just as it should.
“That’s amazing,” he said. “It’s like he really knows you.”
“He does, but it’s not really that special. Unicorns are sort of the Snow White of the shifter kingdom.”
He looked at me, confused.
“What I mean is the animals like me… a lot. I’m guessing they tend to run from you, given your beast could gobble them up.”
“They only run if they’re smart.” He chuckled.
We walked toward the woods, hand in hand, buck-ass naked. This right here was why I could never live in a city again. I wanted this freedom.
“Take your fur first. I wanna… I wanna not pet you, but…” I wasn’t sure how to ask for what I wanted without it sounding… rude.
“You wanna pet me, and don’t worry, you can.”
He took his fur before I could respond. He came up to me, and I bent down—not that I had to kneel far. He was large for a snow leopard, at least I thought he was. I wasn’t up on my big cats the way I probably should be, considering I was mated to one.
Not yet mated, but soon to be mated—at least if my unicorn would stop their argh.
I ran my fingers through his fur. “You’re gorgeous.”
Pressing my forehead to his, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, and for the first time since we met, my unicorn perked up. I was sick of his silent treatment and even sicker of the way he kept pulling my mood down. This? This was promising.
Maybe meeting his snow leopard was exactly what he needed. Please, let this be exactly what he needs.
“Okay, stand back.”
He did, and I took my hooves, bringing my head down so he could rub his cheek against mine, that was after he stopped staring at my horn. It was beautiful. I wasn’t going to pretend that it wasn’t, but the way people were enamored with it always amused me.
I’d heard that beasts of prey liked to play hunt and chase, and so I went down, licked the tip of his nose, and then shot off into the woods. He followed behind, and gods, he was fast. More than once I was sure he was going to catch up to me, and I made horses look slow. In hindsight, I wasn’t sure if he was staying slow enough to not catch me out of kindness, or if his beast was waiting for me to falter so he could jump ahead.
But in any case, I didn’t care. I was having fun too, and my unicorn—he was in his glory. We ran and ran and ran. I jumped over him, he jumped over me, and straight into the water. Then we both ended up in there, playing.
The woods were different when sharing it with Anders. They were reminiscent of my childhood when no animals ever came near me unless I was alone. But unlike then, it didn’t bother me, because, also unlike then, I wasn’t alone around other people. I was with my mate, and we were having the best of times.
The breeze started to pick up, and I jumped out of the water, shaking my body, getting the excess water off me, and finding a spot in the sun where I could lie down. As a rule, my unicorn wasn’t big on lying down. There were times, of course, that he did, but it wasn’t common. But today, he wanted to. He longed to snuggle with our mate, to act like the big cat that our mate was instead of his unicorn self. My mate got the message, snuggling in beside us, the two of us lying in the sun, just enjoying each other’s warmth and comfort.
It was magnificent.
Soon enough, the sun began to set, and it was time to go home. We trotted back, taking our skin as we reached the back stoop, and I sat down on it.
“Your snow leopard is stunning.” I snuggled into his side. “Thank you for today.”
“Look at you, thinking my snow leopard’s stunning, when you—my beautiful, sexy mate—you’re a unicorn.”
I’d never heard it said that way. I was always “that unicorn” or “the unicorn,” but with Anders, he said it with such reverence, such respect. He loved my unicorn. He didn’t have to say the words—everything about him shouted it.
“Thanks for saying that. I guess… I guess I needed to hear it.” I stood up and held my hand out for him. “What do snow leopards like to do after they shift?”
He took my hand and stood up. “I feel like there’s a right answer to this question.”
“There’s not a right or a wrong answer, but if your answer involves slamming that cock of yours into me, well then, I’d approve.”
“I see,” he said, schooling his face.
“So, what do you like to do?”
