Youth These Days
Caspian
A soft groan drifted from Juniper’s bedroom, and my cock grew impossibly harder.
Fuck, I want her.
Sure, I was playing at being human, but my animalistic side urged me to claim my mate. My tongue ran over my canines.
If our shared dream proved anything, it was that she wanted me too. All I had to do was stay the course, win her over, and I could have her.
She was already mine, she just didn’t know it yet.
I needed a cold shower. Rolling off the couch, I gathered up a change of clothes and slipped into the hall bathroom, crankingthe shower on and brushing my teeth. I wanted to make my little witch breakfast, so I had to be quick.
Memories of our dream played in my mind as I scrubbed myself down. Her touch on my face. The feel of her body against mine. Her smile.
I was so lost to her, but I didn’t care.
Toweling off, I glanced at myself in the mirror. I’d never gone so long in human form before. I’d accumulated more freckles walking in the sun with Juniper, along with a bit of a tan on my pale skin. But moreover, I looked happy.
I couldn’t help my stupid grin as I yanked on clothes and headed into the kitchen to make her breakfast. I needed to pick up some groceries if I was going to keep cooking for her, which I had every intention of doing. Ten minutes later, huckleberry muffins from a dry mix rose in the oven. The sweet scent of browning sugar and flour filled the air.
Juniper’s eyebrows shot up when she stepped into the room and took a breath.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I purred, unable to help my smug grin.
“Caspian,” she said tentatively, tilting her head. “Did youbakesomething?”
Cautiously, she walked to the oven and peered in. “Muffins?”
“Yeah, but I’ll need to get groceries today. I’m running out of things I can make with what’s in the pantry,” I said, gripping the edge of the counter to keep myself from reachingfor her.
It would feel so natural to gather her up in my arms and give her a good morning kiss. I could lift her up, wrap her legs around my waist, carry her back to the bedroom and—
Poseidon’s tits, I’m getting hard in the middle of the kitchen.
Casually, I wandered to the nearest barstool and perched on the seat, doing my best to hide my condition.
“They look great. Thanks for doing that,” Juniper said, straightening and looking around the kitchen, as if she was searching for whatever other mayhem I’d caused. The dishes were already washed, and the space was spotlessly clean.
She exhaled audibly and leaned against the counter. Her scoop-neck t-shirt dipped low enough that I had a perfect view of her gorgeous tits.
“Caspian?”
I blinked. She’d definitely been speaking, and I was so distracted by her cleavage, I’d missed it. “Yeah?”
Juniper cleared her throat. “I’ve got a really long to-do list today, so I think it’s best if you entertain yourself. You can stay here, I guess.”
“What? Why?” I asked, frowning.
Her weary sigh cut into me. I needed to support her, not aggravate her.
“I don’t really have time to babysit you today.”
The heat already building in me from her proximity flared hot with indignation. Fluidly, I slid from my seat andstepped around the counter. She took a step back, swallowing nervously as her gaze flickered over me.
Slowly, I advanced until her back hit the kitchen counter. Her gaze was wide with a mix of alarm and heat—her lips slightly parted, pupils widening, breathing shallow.
