“Holy gods. I-is that you, Satine?”
With a flick of my form, I gently splash his chest, all the while continuing to taste him.
“It is. It is you.” His hands dive through the water, seeking some solid part of me to hold on to as I pleasure him. But there’snothing, and he growls out curses, digging his fingers into his hair instead.
I suck and lave him, coaxing warmer water from a sunnier section of the lake to wrap around him. With teasing currents, I press against his testicles, watching the balls bob and loving the needy grunts I earn in response.
Then, acting on a particularly naughty urge, I direct a strong stream straight at his anus. The bear roars, cum spurting from the tip of his cock. I ease back, and with a flick of power, I send the milky liquid out into the lake.
“Satine,” Mahon pants. “Come back to me. Please. I need to hold you.”
Again, his longing for my form, the one even my parents agreed needed to be hidden from the world, fills me with joy.
Mahon wants me.
I allow my corporeal form to manifest, rising from the water with droplets flowing off my scaled skin. Before I can speak, Mahon has his arms about my waist, nose buried in my neck, as if he can breathe me in.
“I felt you here, but I couldn’t scent you,” he groans the words, as if the loss pained him.
“What do I smell like?” Carefully, I comb my claws through his hair, enjoying the soft tease of the strands against my webbing.
“Mmm.” Mahon presses a series of kisses up my neck. “Warm rocks.”
“What?” I bark, not sure if I should laugh or be offended.
The shifter has his cock pinned between us, and with subtle rocks of his hips, he presses his length against my belly.
Is he getting hard again? Already?
“You know when you find a big rock that’s been baking in the sun all day? You just want to lie on it and soak in that warmth, and the scent in the air is hot stone?” Mahon meets my eyesnow, his almost glazed over as he keeps up his subtle thrusting. “That’s what you smell like.”
He claims my thin lips in an eager kiss.
I’m so drugged by his lustful response; I barely notice him dragging me through the water, toward the dock. Somehow, the bear kisses me and swims at the same time. It’s only when he breaks away from my mouth and lifts me to sit on the old wood that I realize we’ve relocated.
“Wha—”
This time, I’m the one cut off by erotic attention. Mahon presses my knees open, putting my vulva on display. That part of me is similar to human females from what I’ve seen in porn and pictures online. Everything, except?—
“Blue.” The shifter beams up at me. “My favorite color.”
Then, he dives in and consumes me as if I were his favorite food. And just as he described during our naughty picnic, Mahon laps at me until my wings flap and I shout his name.
Letting all of Lake Galen know he’s my bear.
9
Before leaving my house,I memorize the directions to the address Mahon gave me. Electronic navigation around Lake Galen is always spotty, leading people to the wrong place or shorting out completely. From what I’ve heard, the disruption occurs naturally rather than because of some witch’s spell.
The suspension in my SUV keeps the ride on back roads smooth, and as the sky slides to the darker side of twilight, I flip on my headlights. That’s the only illumination coming from my car, as I’ve made sure to dim my dashboard display until the information is barely legible. All to keep the interior of my car as dark as possible. But even if the world was noontime bright, no one would be able to see through my windows, all of which have been tinted far darker than the legal limit.
Not that I’ll get pulled over for breaking the rule. The whole of Folk Haven’s small police department has my license number on file and knows not to stop me for the violation. One of many reasons I’m glad Levi is on The Council. Within a month of his election, my friend implemented measures to help me and other mythics without human forms to move more easily around town.
Of course, the cops can still pull me over for speeding. But if they do, I won’t have to use one of my emergency human-illusion patches because all officers have been briefed on my appearance. Still, I keep two in my glove box, just in case.
When the sign for my turnoff appears, I ease on the accelerator, immediately missing the rush of the high velocity. Despite the discomfort of cramming my wings behind me in this bucket seat, I consider driving more often in the future, just for the joy of rushing down empty back roads, surrounded by dense greenery that threatens to overtake all the land lost to civilization.
The last stretch of the drive has me on a dirt lane, but the way is almost as smooth as pavement. When I round a bend, I find a traditionally styled farmhouse with white siding and blue shutters. To the right of the house sits a large barn, and that’s where I spy movement. Pulling up next to a familiar truck, I try to figure out what I’m seeing.
