His gaze flits up to mine and lightning strikes. A birdlike purr comes from his chest and his eyes glow even brighter, his hair rippling into feathers and back again. I tilt my head back, and I have to bite back a howl. Seems our magic is compatible—a pleasant bonus to this back-of-the-shop blow job.
He pulls back, flushed, panting, and confused. “Why does this feel so fucking good?”
“I was just about to ask the same thing,” I respond, guiding him back to my cock.
He rolls his eyes and grins, but then takes me down to the root all over again. I’m gonna come so quickly, which is a good thing because time is running out and I definitely want to return the favor. Just as everythingstarts to go fuzzy, a blue aura shimmers over his raven black hair.
“Your hair—” I choke out, hardly able to pull a thought together.
“Mm?” he mumbles through a mouthful of cock, continuing to work me over.
“Your hair. It’s glowing.”
Poe keeps going for a few more seconds, like an addict who can’t get enough of me. Finally, my words register in his eyes—so fucking turquoise—and he sits back, sliding his mouth off my cock.
“Oh, no,” he trills, backing away from me on his knees, his hand to his chest.
“Shit, did I do something wrong?” I ask, suddenly really fucking dizzy. “Did I hurt you?”
He shakes his head, distracted as he examines himself. His eyes flit back to mine and then get impossibly wider. Scrambling to his feet, he makes his way to the wall and turns on the overhead light.
It’s like turning on a brilliant blue spotlight. I double-check and the light is nothing special, but Poe?—
“Holy shit.” I lean forward to get a better look. “Why are you glowing blue? Has that ever happened to you before?”
Poe, in the meantime, is shaking his head, repeating, “No, no, no, no, no, no.No.”
“What’s going on, Poe?”
“You’re glowing blue, too,” he says, gesturing at me.
I hadn’t even thought to look at myself and… shit.
“Why is this happening?” I ask, still bare-assed on his couch. “And what is this feeling in my chest?”
“It’s our bond. We just mated,” he says dramatically.
Mate good. Mate mine.
“I don’t think oral sex really counts asmating, right? That’s weird.”
“No, as in fated mates. As in bound forever, true love, Rick-rolled for all of eternity…fated.”
“Fated? What the fuck?”
Well, that’s what I try to say. I get as far asfatedand a growl comes rumbling out of my mouth. I look down again, and I’m transforming. I immediately attempt to halt the shift, something I’ve been able to do since I was a pup, but there’s no stopping it. Within seconds, I’m a fully transformed gray wolf and my jeans and underwear are in a puddle on the floor.
What’s more, there’s a pissed-off raven shaking out his wings as he stands in a pool of his own clothing, glaring up at me. Poe hops up from the floor onto the couch and pecks at my nose.
“Ow.”
He pecks me again. “You idiot! I wasn’t looking for a mate!” he squawks.
I grimace, or at least as much as a wolf can grimace, and shake my head. “Are you sure? We haven’t had a fated mating in my family in three generations.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” he says, this time pecking my forehead. “Don’t you know what a mating looks like?”
“Uh,no.”
