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He reached his clothes, relieved they were right where he’d left them folded in a waterproof backpack, tucked under a bush. He grabbed the bag in his beak and pulled it out. The brush of fingers over his tail feathers caused Lamar to jerk around and squawk.
Rueben yanked his left hand back. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Am I not allowed to touch you while you’re an, um, a peacock?”
My mate wants to touch me?
Lamar turned back to the man where he rested with one calf under his butt and his healing leg stretched out in front of him. His crutches lay near his right hand on the ground. Lamar cocked his head and stepped closer to his mate. He lowered his head a bit and cooed. He’d like his mate to touch him again.
Evidently, Rueben understood. He reached his hand out again and rubbed it over first his neck, then his body, and finally up a couple of his tail feathers. Lamar shivered under his mate’s touch.
Rueben smiled, the expression lighting his green eyes. “Like that do you?”
Cooing he rubbed his head against Rueben’s chest.
Chuckling, Rueben carefully cupped Lamar’s beak. He lifted Lamar’s head and peered into Lamar’s eyes, staring closely at him. “Your eyes look exactly the same,” he whispered. “Blue as the sky on a clear day.”
Unable to stand not being able to communicate with his mate a second longer, Lamar shifted. Rueben jerked his hand away and he fell backward on his ass, his mouth dropping open in shock.
His body shuddered and his skin goose bumped. Lamar’s muscles popped, his bones cracked, and his tendons snapped. His feathers retracted into his body. Holding back a grunt, Lamar’s head and body grew and altered, his wings becoming arms and his beak melting into his nose.
Lamar had always felt that was the oddest sensation in the world. Just as he did after every shift, he reached up and touched his nose, making certain the hard dark brown beak had truly turned into his slender, pale nose. Vain, perhaps, but he couldn’t keep himself from checking.
Finally, Lamar opened his eyes and looked at his mate. He easily discerned the lines of disbelief, but at least he couldn’t find any revulsion.
“Oh my God,” Rueben whispered. “They told me it was you. I even thought I believed it, but—” He shook his head hard, his eyes wide as he swept his gaze over Lamar’s naked form. “I guess I didn’t, really. I don’t…know what I thought.”
Sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth, Lamar tried to figure out what to say. “I’m sorry,” he blurted.
Rueben’s brows drew together. “Huh? Why are you sorry?”
“Uh…” Lamar really didn’t know.
Then, Rueben’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll tell you why you should be sorry,” he growled. “How about, because I had to learn you’re a shifter from Sam? How about, because I had to learn we’re mates from Sam? How about because you fucking fled instead of just being honest with me? How the hell can we have a relationship if you won’t communicate with me?”
“R-relationship?” Lamar’s brain seemed to be fixed on that one word.
“Yeah.” Rueben seemed to have quickly recovered from his shock of seeing him shift, for he faced Lamar squarely. “Sam says we’re connected now. That we’ve…bonded. It took a hell of a lot of thinking this afternoon, and, yeah,” he admitted, flushing. “I reached the edge of town, but I finally realized I wanted to figure this thing out between us. I feel—shit.” Rueben shifted, stretching his second leg out in front of him. His gaze swept over Lamar’s naked form, his gaze heating. “Why the hell are we talking about our fucking feelings when we should be fucking our brains out?”
Lamar flushed, his pulse speeding up at his mate’s words. Seeing Rueben’s focus drift to his cock, Lamar’s dick had an expected reaction to the scrutiny. It started to thicken. He sucked in a breath and opened his mouth, struggling to get words out. “W-we’re supposed
He reached his clothes, relieved they were right where he’d left them folded in a waterproof backpack, tucked under a bush. He grabbed the bag in his beak and pulled it out. The brush of fingers over his tail feathers caused Lamar to jerk around and squawk.
Rueben yanked his left hand back. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Am I not allowed to touch you while you’re an, um, a peacock?”
My mate wants to touch me?
Lamar turned back to the man where he rested with one calf under his butt and his healing leg stretched out in front of him. His crutches lay near his right hand on the ground. Lamar cocked his head and stepped closer to his mate. He lowered his head a bit and cooed. He’d like his mate to touch him again.
Evidently, Rueben understood. He reached his hand out again and rubbed it over first his neck, then his body, and finally up a couple of his tail feathers. Lamar shivered under his mate’s touch.
Rueben smiled, the expression lighting his green eyes. “Like that do you?”
Cooing he rubbed his head against Rueben’s chest.
Chuckling, Rueben carefully cupped Lamar’s beak. He lifted Lamar’s head and peered into Lamar’s eyes, staring closely at him. “Your eyes look exactly the same,” he whispered. “Blue as the sky on a clear day.”
Unable to stand not being able to communicate with his mate a second longer, Lamar shifted. Rueben jerked his hand away and he fell backward on his ass, his mouth dropping open in shock.
His body shuddered and his skin goose bumped. Lamar’s muscles popped, his bones cracked, and his tendons snapped. His feathers retracted into his body. Holding back a grunt, Lamar’s head and body grew and altered, his wings becoming arms and his beak melting into his nose.
Lamar had always felt that was the oddest sensation in the world. Just as he did after every shift, he reached up and touched his nose, making certain the hard dark brown beak had truly turned into his slender, pale nose. Vain, perhaps, but he couldn’t keep himself from checking.
Finally, Lamar opened his eyes and looked at his mate. He easily discerned the lines of disbelief, but at least he couldn’t find any revulsion.
“Oh my God,” Rueben whispered. “They told me it was you. I even thought I believed it, but—” He shook his head hard, his eyes wide as he swept his gaze over Lamar’s naked form. “I guess I didn’t, really. I don’t…know what I thought.”
Sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth, Lamar tried to figure out what to say. “I’m sorry,” he blurted.
Rueben’s brows drew together. “Huh? Why are you sorry?”
“Uh…” Lamar really didn’t know.
Then, Rueben’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll tell you why you should be sorry,” he growled. “How about, because I had to learn you’re a shifter from Sam? How about, because I had to learn we’re mates from Sam? How about because you fucking fled instead of just being honest with me? How the hell can we have a relationship if you won’t communicate with me?”
“R-relationship?” Lamar’s brain seemed to be fixed on that one word.
“Yeah.” Rueben seemed to have quickly recovered from his shock of seeing him shift, for he faced Lamar squarely. “Sam says we’re connected now. That we’ve…bonded. It took a hell of a lot of thinking this afternoon, and, yeah,” he admitted, flushing. “I reached the edge of town, but I finally realized I wanted to figure this thing out between us. I feel—shit.” Rueben shifted, stretching his second leg out in front of him. His gaze swept over Lamar’s naked form, his gaze heating. “Why the hell are we talking about our fucking feelings when we should be fucking our brains out?”
Lamar flushed, his pulse speeding up at his mate’s words. Seeing Rueben’s focus drift to his cock, Lamar’s dick had an expected reaction to the scrutiny. It started to thicken. He sucked in a breath and opened his mouth, struggling to get words out. “W-we’re supposed
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