“Don’t panic,” Remington said. “It might only appear when you’re actually about to mate with an omega.”
“Oh, good. I mean, I didn’t get much private time in the canyon, but in the times I’ve been horny since becoming an alpha shark, I haven’t noticed a big difference in my dick. So I have to ‘mate with an omega’ to unlock the accessory?” I grinned. “It sounds like a videogame or something.”
Remington was blushing again. I realized I might’ve put him off with all the talk of my dick so I tried changing the subject.
“So, uh, this cabin,” I said quickly. “What am I looking for again? Oh, right. Clothes.”
I ran into a room that appeared to be a bedroom, though it had clearly been abandoned for a long time. Thankfully, there was a dusty dresser that the local wildlife didn’t seem keen on raiding. I practically died with relief when I found a bunch of old clothes in the drawers.
“Hey, Remington!” I called. “We hit the clothes jackpot!”
I didn’t delay in getting dressed. I pulled out a blue flannel shirt and a pair of pants. I didn’t mind going commando when my only other option was wearing a stranger’s underwear. Yeah, no, I wasn’tthatdesperate. In a stroke of luck, the clothes were close to my size.
Remington poked his head in and scanned my body. Was he checking me out or was he just relieved that I wasn’t naked anymore?
“Anything else in there?” he asked.
“Sure. Lots of stuff.”
“…Do you mind?”
“Oh, sure. Sorry.”
I hopped out of the room, feeling embarrassed. I knew the wild shifters were less ashamed about nudity but Remington had a past in human culture, and on top of that, he probably didn’t want to get dressed around the guy who’d gotten hard over him.
Remembering that incident mortified me. At least with pants on that wouldn’t be happening again… Would it?
I chewed the inside of my mouth. Could I really getlessattracted to Remington as we spent more time together? I doubted it. But that meant my desire for him was only going to get worse unless I discovered we were somehow incompatible. Maybe I should’ve prayed for him to get on my nerves or something.
“Ugh.”
I turned at the sound of Remington’s voice. He’d exited the bedroom. A baggy white t-shirt dwarfed his thin body and the jeans looked like a hot mess. I stifled a laugh.
“This sucks,” Remington muttered.
“It’s not that bad,” I said.
He raised a brow, obviously not believing me.
“Okay, the clothes don’t fit. Butyoulook amazing.” I blushed, realizing what I’d said. At the same time, Remington’s eyes widened. I tried to back out the word-hole I’d dug myself. “I mean. Yeah. Well. Why don’t we take a break here? I’m gonna go… do something. Bye.”
I hurried away before Remington could respond. Why was I acting so damn embarrassing? Being around Remington was turning my brain into glue. Weird, horny glue.
Horrified, I realized I was growing hard again.Why? I’d only seen Remington in a stupid, baggy outfit that wasn’t sexy in the slightest, yet for some reason, I was still attracted to him. Maybe I hadn’t gotten laid in so long that it was starting to get to me. That must be it.
But then… why did the thought of having sex with anyone but Remington repulse me?
7
Remington
Great.The outfit was so ugly that it scared Nero away. I stood there feeling like an idiot until the sound of his footsteps faded. He’d left the cabin, leaving me alone.
I went to the abandoned bed and did a basic job of cleaning the dust off. It had been a long time since I’d slept in a real bed, since the pack usually slept in animal form in dens, but I couldn’t even look forward to it now because of how badly I was messing up with Nero.
He was kind. He was funny. The fact that he didn’t know much about shifter culture was both refreshing and endearing. I’d always felt like the odd-one-out among my pack, since I grew up around humans, but Nero never treated me like an outcast. He was sonormal.
And yet, not normal. Nero was special. Not just because he was the only shark shifter I’d ever met—or even heard of—but because of the unique traits that made him who he was.
