The proximity, the heat of his body, the scent he threw. It all culminated into a lust I didn’t want to contain. His shadows said it all. We needed it and his flirtations weren’t uncertainty. They were invitation. He needed a push. “On your knees.”
The fire in Esmeray’s eyes glowed, and he sank so obediently in his freshly tailored clothing. Breath stuttered over his bright, full lips.
He crawled forward in a gesture that seemed almost practiced, the way his back rolled, hips swayed, and eyes never left mine. And when his palms rested on my thighs, pressing my legs open to welcome him into the hollow of my form, our shadows ceased their vivacious fucking and stared at us, eyes gold and orange shining through their blackness as they waited for our show. “I deal with magic on a daily basis. I cast spells and wonder to bring delight and reprieve to all that ask and pay my fee. What spell do you wish for, my mate of chance?”
His mouth opened, lips parted, hanging for a moment before closing. No words. Only a shivering breath. “I need you.”
“Meor would any cock do?” I wanted admission, a clear sign he desired me. He’d seduced my giraffe form so easily andwithout hesitation, that I had little else to do but make him plead for it.
His adoration turned, the expression on his face warping into one of petulance. They put together primness all gone. “You’re the closest cock around, and I’m not about to go into the street to chase down the first alpha who doesn’t know how to fold laundry.”
“What does folding laundry have to do with anything?” The moment, lost, broke a tension I’d been carefully setting up.
He leaned forward, reaching under my bed to one of my rolling storage bins where I kept my linens. He gestured at the row of neatly folded sheets.
“And?”
“You can fold fitted sheets.” He stared me down as if it were obvious.
“I don’t—” I took a sharp breath as he placed his hands on my thighs, running up to my stomach with gentle pressure, coaxing me to lean back.
“Just fuck me, already, alpha.” The hoarse growl in his throat made my body want to obey. As a dominant male with certain proclivities, my penis was very confused.
Chapter Six
Esmeray
He folded fitted sheets. Without magic. A feat unforeseen by the greatest oracles and unobtainable by even heroes and geniuses alike.
I’ve found my mate.
I crashed into the space between his legs. Gre was neat, organized, had little metal corner guards in all his rooms and along every step to prevent dirt caking in places. His rugs were spotless, wood floors well kept. How could such a clean malenothave a mate? He was thoughtful, organized, and knowledgeable. He had a lexicon of consent thicker than most alphas’ skulls. And what was the best part? There wasn’t any song or dance. No preamble. Nothing. Gre was mine and we had to copulate.
Ausmius had said it was a great idea from the beginning…saidbeing the operative word. The shadow rarely spoke. The wicked little voice in his ear had whispered for days for him to call the mage for some fun. Needless to say, I didn’t dofun.
Our mouths met the moment I could rise on my feet, lips parted. Gre’s tongue slid forward, tasting my lips, letting our tongues glide. “Glad you did use my toothbrush.”
“Garlic breath?” I panted as he leaned back farther to lay on the bed, letting me kiss his jaw and neck.
“I happen to like garlic.”
“Mm, me too.” I nosed along until I met the knot of his tie, the fold of his collar, all easy enough to overcome. I pried and pulled at them, gently laying them to the side. Tossing of clothing and feral lust weren’t my favorite things.
When he shrugged from his dress shirt, we kissed again, and my fingers explored his chest, lower, tips tracing his belt. I loved what I felt, a flat stomach, lightly toned pectorals, firm hips. Hewasn’t musclebound by any stretch, but solid and reassuring. A male like that wouldn’t ignore me to go pump iron and watch macros. He comforted me.
As I unwrapped the gift of an alpha that had been presented to me, I yielded to him, letting his equally nimble fingers strip my shirt, digits tracing my sharp clavicles, narrow shoulders. He rubbed into my flesh as much as he touched, every movement an invitation to withdraw consent or push forward. I wanted to keep going. Not only was it in my best interest to cement our bond, I ached for it. The hollowness of my body had gone ignored long enough. I barely ate or slept some days, let alone masturbated. That was the way I’d always been, ignoring it until it was too much, until it was a problem. Sinners and saints, I needed it! It was all I could do to keep my buttocks clenched and cock distanced enough that I didn’t leak and ruin my new clothes. Wearing a lover’s articles was such a thrill. A mark of pride and socially acceptable claim.
My wandering fingers found his belt and did away with the trappings with a clink and rattle. A button parted with but a flick, and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation of what I’d find beneath. His clothes fit so well, I had no indication of his endowments. I’d take anything he had to offer, though. Even a man poorly endowed had a mouth and fingers fit to bring an omega off.
There was the matter of certain anatomy that giraffe shifters possessed, a cock with a crooked head, angled such that would stimulate a mate appropriately. A flattened frenulum, blunt and made to batter its way forward into an omega mercilessly. No gentle tapers for such a creature. The only saving grace was a giraffe’s gentleness and the greater propensity for alpha giraffes to prefer other alphas. Omegas, too, preferred omegas, only straying to the occasional alpha to produce young. Alpha giraffes that liked omegasreallyliked omegas. They reproduced, and itwas not uncommon for one, referred to as an exclusive, to father a dozen foals in their life.
I wiped the thought from my mind. Surely Gre would have said something if he had young. But the thought made jealousy boil in my belly, roughening my motions.
Woolen trousers slid down Gre’s thighs, and a swift gesture had his cock springing to life from the confines of sleek boxer briefs.
“Esmeray.” Gre pulled my face up. Our noses touched as he whispered. Our lips brushed. “Do you wish to be fucked?”
I swallowed. “Please.”
