6. Parker
6
PARKER
I struggle to form words when he says he’s a shifter.
Growing up, we were always told the tales of people who could change into animals, but they were only meant to be campfire stories.
One isn’t supposed to be standing in front of me naked.
“What do you mean you’re in heat?”
He shudders, placing his hand on the wall.
"It's...I need…"
His pretty cock jerks between his legs, leaking with precum and he rocks his hips, stroking himself gently. My eyes fixate on his every move, heat pooling in my groin as I reach for my own erection.
"I need relief!” he cries. “Everything hurts. I was supposed to spend my first heat with my newly bonded mate, but it didn't happen because I was supposed to find you. My first time is meant to be with only you.”
It's hard to register the full meaning of his words when a sweet honey scent floats in the air. My body tenses, cock straining in my tight grip. I don't even realize I'm rolling my own hips until he starts stroking us together. Mind spinning, I press tighter to him, leaning into the wonderful sensations created between us. He said something about his newly bonded mate. Does that mean he has one? A knot forms in my throat, a discomfort coming over me at the thought. Is it jealousy? It can't be. I don't know him and this can very well still be some dream. Except he feels very real. So real and like everything I could ever need.
"You're bonded mate? Do you mean your boyfriend?"
He shakes his head. "No…" Nothing but incoherent sounds come from him after that.
I release a moan as he moves his smooth fingers up and down our cocks, rubbing his thumb over our tips and smearing our pre-cum together. His eyelids flutter and his mouth parts, calling to me with that cute pink tongue darting out between his lips. I'm unable to move anywhere else. I need this too. I need him. I look at the water behind us and pull us back into the warmth, plundering his mouth with my tongue. I can't stop going back for more. Everything about him urges me closer like a siren's song to a sailor. His tongue wraps around mine desperately and he continues thrusting up into his hand, rubbing his length against mine.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I need more. I want to be wrapped in him in every single way and I don't even know his name. My cock throbs against his the more we frot together. Overly sensitive, my cock continues to glide with his, creating more friction.
Out of all the things I've done with Eric, I don't remember any of it making me feel this alive. The magnetic force between us has so much power over both of our bodies. Neither of us bother fighting it. Why would we, when embracing it feels so much better?
His sweet moans have my mouth vibrating and after a few more thrusts of his hips, his body convulses and his cock twitches as he shoots his cum between us. He buries his face into my shoulder, sinking his teeth into my skin, causing me to yelp in both pain and pleasure. With a few more strokes, I lose control, letting myself fall off the edge, crashing hard into euphoria.
Foreheads pressed together, we both pant, trying to catch our breath. He lets out a soft sigh, gently rubbing his nose over mine. My brain fog clears a little and I come down from my high as the cold water becomes noticeable on my flushed skin.
"Who are you?" I ask with shaking words, body still not completely feeling like my own as I try to move my limbs.
"Hazel, your fated mate. I was made for you and you were made for me.” He places my hand over his chest, smiling lazily with beaming eyes. “Can't you feel it?”
I'm about to question him more when his eyes roll in his head and his body leans back. I catch him before he can fall, pulling him toward my chest. "It's okay, little guy, I got you."
Only, he isn't so little anymore. He went from being small enough to fit into my hands to almost the same size as me. He's still lighter and fits in my hold perfectly, just in a different way. Us being wet makes it more of a challenge. His slick body hard to grasp at first.
With little difficulty, I lift him in my arms and carry his limp body to the bedroom, yanking the large towel from the rack on the way there. We will have time for more questions later.
I throw the towel over the bed, laying his dripping body over it. Leaning forward, I sweep a lock of blond hair from his eyes, appreciating his soft, delicate features. His skin is like the smoothest silk and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. His eyes flutter open, and he glances around before his gaze lands back on me.
"Hey there, welcome back. You fainted."
His eyes grow wide, and he scoots back in the bed after realizing he is still without clothes. He bends his knees to his chest and folds his arms around them. "I...I'm sorry. It's not supposed to be like this. You aren't supposed to be human."
I tilt my head, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring back at him. "What do you mean, and why did you call me your fated mate?"
"Because you are. Meeting you caused me to go into heat. I wasn't supposed to have one for another month. I wasn't supposed to meet you. I was never supposed to leave pack lands."
I rub my forehead, pinching the bridge of my nose. "This is a lot for me to take in. You can't throw a bunch of random information at me all at once. I just saw you shift from a bunny to a man, not to mention what happened between us in the shower."
"I know, and this is why we are forbidden to be together. Your kind isn't supposed to know about mine. Our worlds aren't meant to mix. I should go back home before it's too late."
"Before what's too late?"
"For me to walk away," he breathes.
"Why would you want to do that?" My heart sinks at the thought. This is crazy. He's a stranger. But he feels like everything I've been missing all this time.
"Because my heat isn't over, and I don't think I can keep away from you for too long."
I crawl toward him in the bed, still a bit off kilter from my orgasm. What he's saying might not all make sense to me but somehow keeping him here does. And the sweet scent his arousal creates… Damn it does things to me.
"Then don't." I jump forward, cupping his cheek.
“But the longer I'm here, the more I'll want to stay.”
“Then stay,” I say, eyes locking on his as my heart soars higher. I want him here. It no longer matters why. The only thing I care about right now is to keep him where he is in any way I can. It's crazy, and maybe I'll regret it later but right now my heart is saying I'll regret letting him walk away more, so I listen. Because that always leads me the right way, right? He smiles at me and I refuse to see reason.
“For how long?”
I bite my tongue when the word forever wants to slip out. Because that can't be really what I want to say to someone I hardly know, can it? Then again, look how well things went for me with my ex when everything did make sense. “I don't know. I did kind of plan on you being here permanently when I bought you,” I say half heartedly, and he chuckles.
“I thought you'd change your mind as soon as I was no longer the rabbit you thought you were getting.”
“I would have thought so too, but at least this way when I talk to you, I won't come off as crazy,” I say between laughs. “How did you end up at the pet store anyway?”
He sighs heavily, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I change into my rabbit from when I'm in distress, and I was running away from…from…”
“Your bonded mate?” My stomach twists.
“Yeah.” He winces, clawing at his knee. “We were supposed to get married but I ran away.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “So he's expecting you back then?”
“Probably. I was never supposed to leave to begin with but…” He pauses, eyes flicking up at mine.
“But you wouldn't have ended up here if you didn't.” My chest clenches when my mind tries to entertain the idea. I can't even fathom never meeting him now. It's crazy, but a hollowness inside me I thought was created from having my heart broken so many times finally feels filled. No way can I actually believe in all this fated mate crap but I can't deny the light that turned on inside me as soon as his lips pressed to mine either.
“No, and then I would have never known you existed. I spent so much of my life traveling through different packs and deciding I was one of the few who didn't have a fate. It's because I was looking in the wrong places.”
“There are shifters without fated mates?”
“Yeah, but they still carry out happy lives with bonded mates much like themselves. My family found me who they thought would be my perfect match but they were wrong.”
“I thought the same about myself many times. I was wrong too. About Eric and the men before him.” What if I'm wrong by letting whatever is happening between me and him continue?
“Were you and Eric together for a long time?”
“Two years. Which is the longest I've been with anyone.”
“Were you bonded to him?” He tilts his head.
“I…no…humans don't really…I mean, we fell in love. At least I did.”
“I thought I did too, but it was probably more of the idea of love. I had this whole life for us made up in my head and then the vision disappeared in an instant when I…well, it doesn't matter anymore.”
“Is that because you don't plan on going back?”
“I should. I need to.”
“But?” My heart clings to hope and I'm not even sure of what for.
“I don't want to.” His brown eyes bore into mine and he links our fingers together, bringing my hand back to his face, creating sparks between our skin every place it meets.
I don't want him to either. “How about we play it by ear,” I start again. “Nothing has to be set in stone tonight. We can figure it all out tomorrow.” My eyes fall to his pebbling nipples and then to the shiny tip of his cock. An overwhelming hunger stirs inside me, and I lick my lips as I force my eyes to meet his again.
His eyes darken with lust. “Yeah, tomorrow. Because if I don't have you again soon, I think I might burst into flames.” Warm fingers wrap around the base of my cock and I jerk forward, flames scattering along my skin. Feeling like I need him as much as my next breath, I crash my lips to his and lie him over the bed, rutting our cocks together.
Quickly getting addicted to the taste of his lips, I keep kissing him, no longer caring about the reason behind this intense need. This desire burning inside me can only be satisfied in one way—claiming all of his body with mine.
I drop my hand between his legs, surprised to find him already wet between his thighs. Slick . I've heard about omega shifters having it. He's an omega. That's why he's so wet and ready for me. This is real and so is he.
The lubricant dripping from his hole makes it easy for my finger to slip inside him. I plunge in and out a few times before adding a second. He moans, spreading his body like a starfish, bucking his hips forward. I move between his thighs, pulling out my fingers to lift his legs over my shoulders to expose his hole. The pretty pink bud flutters and my mouth waters. I need to be inside him now. I can’t wait any longer.
I stare toward my drawer and back at him.
He shakes his head. "We don't need one. Nothing can be transmitted between our kinds, and I've never heard of a human breeding a shifter before.”
I ignore his breeding statement, not sure why he would mention us not being able to. We both have the same anatomy, of course it isn't possible for me to get him pregnant. Nodding, I line my cock up with his pucker and press to his entrance, sinking in slowly. His tight channel squeezes my cock as I go deeper, and I pull out to slam back in harder. My thrusts increase with each shift of my hips, our skin slapping together and his moans mixing with mine.
He shudders underneath me when I find his sweet spot and I grind against it, moving in circular motions. My vision blurs as pleasure cascades up my body. His sounds only grow louder when I take each of his nipples between my teeth, sucking and biting the hard nubs until he is thrashing against the sheets.
"I won't last," he says in between pants. "It feels way too good."
I take his cock in hand, stroking it in rhythm with my moving hips as I continue to bury myself inside him. He's so tight and wet. It feels way too good, and I'm worried I won't last long.
He screams his way through his second orgasm, covering my fingers and his stomach with his release. The sight of him takes my breath away and I lose control of my body, coming inside him. Nothing has ever felt so right, and in this moment he feels like mine—as if he always has been.
I collapse beside him, still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around tonight's events. I'm naked and in bed with a man who was just a bunny I bought at a pet store. How can this be real? Looking at him again with his glazed over eyes and blissed out expression, he really is like a dream come true—one I'm too happy to remain in a little longer. Too tired to worry about our bodies covered in cum, I tug him into my arms, needing to be close to him again and as his breathing evens out, I lose my fight to sleep beside him.