Mommy’s Little Shapeshifter
A Mommy’s Little Series Story
By Mia Watts
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Mommy’s Little Shapeshifter
Copyright © 2012 Mia Watts
Edited by Darlena Cunha and Liza Green
Cover art by Les Byerley,
Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-469-7
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Electronic Release: February 2012
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s
imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely
coincidental.
To Cheryl Dragon and Bronwyn Green. Thanks for brainstorming with me and
not letting me throw the computer across the room.
Chapter One
Benny rested his muzzle on his stumpy paws and sighed longingly. Mommy’s rough,
weathered hand ruffled the fur around his ears.
“So this is the dog next door? What did you say his name is? Dieter? He looks like a
Dieter.”
Benny whined at her.
“A little cliché, don’t you think? A German Sheppard named Dieter. Isn’t he kind of a
lofty stretch for a short-legged, long-bodied Corgi?” she asked.
Benny huffed through his nose. The sound came out more like a snort, but he settled on
his paws again even if his tail twitched with anticipation. Dieter was the finest piece of pup
Benny had ever seen. Unfortunately, Benny’s confidence was as small as his stature when it
came to meeting other shape-shifters he found interesting.
That’s what Mommy was for. She’d agreed to walk Benny to the park to see what all the
fuss was about. Since she’d adopted him from the pound a few months ago, the woman all
paranormals called Mommy had become his biggest champion. Her diner was a safe haven, and
she, their protector.
Dieter galloped across the open park grounds, leapt into the air and snatched a Frisbee
cruising ten feet up. God, he was amazing. Finesse, sex appeal, and perfect form. What Benny
would give to sniff that tail.
“What are you waiting for? Go get him.”
It wasn’t that easy, Benny thought. The shape-shifter community had a limited number of
members in it. Breeds stuck together. The universe had yet to see a gay Corgi, German Sheppard
paring. What could Benny offer that long-legged god?
He snorted. Well, there was one thing he could think of. Being small enough to stand
upright underneath a Sheppard without bumping his head certainly presented some kinky
options.
“Dieter,” the Frisbee-throwing female called.
Dieter did a fancy mid-air flip when he heard his name, landed, and charged happily
toward her, his tongue lolling to the side. He looked like he was having the time of his life. Work
hard, play hard seemed to be the motto for most Shepherds. The Corgi? Run hard, look silly, and
roll over a bunch. There was nothing work-related in the too-short legs of his breed. Unless it
was floor sweeping.
Dieter was as unattainable to Benny as a millionaire to a gutter cleaner.
Mommy got to her feet, dumping Benny on the ground. His collar tugged before he
cleared his head. He followed her instinctively, to keep the drag off his neck as Mommy charged
toward Dieter and his owner.
Horror tucked his tale between his back legs as he realized Mommy had every intention
of meeting the other pair. Benny sat, but it did little good. Mommy continued to trek forward,
leaving him to scrape his furry ass all over the park lawn.
“Hello there,” Mommy called.
Dieter and the owner looked to them. Benny leapt to his feet, not wanting to look like
more of an idiot than he already did.
“Hello,” the woman answered back. She looked confused.
Dieter lifted his nose to scent the air. His ears perked forward and he stood very still.
He’d have to have noticed that Benny smelled like a shifter. He’d have that indefinable trace of
something not completely canine and not completely human. It was impossible to miss it from
one shifter to the other.
Dieter ducked his head cautiously, his eyes trained on Benny. Benny did the same. It was
the universal shifter acknowledgement where neither breed took dominance nor accepted
submissiveness. Just a greeting until motive could be determined.
In Benny’s case, his motive was more about breaking leash and running far, far away.
The Sheppard was even more handsome up close. Of course he was. He would be, damn his
hide.
“That’s a good-looking Sheppard you have there. What’s his name?” Mommy stroked
Dieter’s head. Dieter kept his eyes trained on Benny.
“Dieter. Is that a Corgi?” the other woman asked.
Benny tuned out the conversation. He kept a watchful eye on Dieter, waiting for him to
make some kind of move to tell Benny how to react next. Dieter took a step forward, touching
his nose to Benny’s. Benny had always been lousy at controlling his excitement. It was a curse of
the breed, he supposed. Now he just wanted the same lightning that struck his heart whenever he
looked at Dieter to just kill him now. Just strike him dead already, damn it, because the Corgi in
him thought it was a great idea to happily hop up and down on his front paws to lick the
underside of Dieter’s jaw.
Benny managed to get himself under control as Dieter moved around him to sniff his tail.
Sadly, Dieter’s ass was too far up and though he looked at the tail longingly, he stood his ground
to allow the other shifter ample opportunity to give him a sniff.
Something cold touched him. Benny trembled uncertainly, swinging his head to see what
the fuck. Dieter’s nose touched him a second time, then a quick lap of his tongue. Benny yelped
and spun around. Dieter licked Benny’s jaw, catching his parted jowls in a sloppy dog kiss with
flapping sound effects over the loose skin.
Dieter’s head was jerked back. Reluctantly, it seemed, Dieter followed his owner away.
He shot a backward glance at Benny. Benny grinned like an idiot.
“Dieter,” Mommy called after them. “Come find my diner. I’m sure Benny would love to
play sometime.”
It would have sounded strange saying that to a normal dog. But Mommy’s words were
directed at a shape-shifter who knew how to use human intellect and animal senses to locate
people and places. If Dieter wanted to find him, he had all the tools to do so, thanks to Mommy.
Chapter Two
Dieter trotted back to the park later that night. He scented the ground where the Corgi and
the other woman had been. He caught his own scent and his mistress’, if he could call Rebecca
that. She was his beard, of sorts. She agreed to be his roommate and let him be a dog from time
to time without threat of getting caught by the pound.
The Corgi, Benny, had been interesting. Dieter definitely wanted to sniff him again. He
had several unusual things clinging to his fur, all of them not exactly human. Dieter wanted to
know a lot more about that.
He followed the scent through the park and along the sidewalks. Barely looking up, he
continued to wander in and around streets, through a few alleys until he found a plain, unmarked
door off a dark entry.
Glancing around to make sure he remembered this place, Dieter ran back to his house.
Tomorrow morning, he had a diner to visit. A diner with the most interesting smells he’d had
occasion to catch.
* * * *
The next morning Dieter retraced his footsteps. He reached the back of the final alley, but
the door wasn’t there. Glancing around to see if he’d made a mistake, he pinpointed several
familiar cues. This was the place.
Dieter closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Traces of musty earth, fur, blood, and curious
combinations that he’d picked up on Benny’s fur, were here too. His eyes still closed, he reached
out to where the door should have been. His hand closed on a doorknob. He trusted his instincts.
He may not have been able to see the door, but it was there.
Dieter tugged and stepped through. He opened his eyes to the shock of bright lights and
the aroma of cooking food. The noise of several conversations startled his senses as the door
closed at his back.
The burly woman who’d approached him and his roommate in the park, had a pen
jammed behind one ear, a beefy fist on her hip, and was pouring hot coffee into a diner’s cup.
She was normal looking, but her clientele couldn’t boast the same.
Several varieties of paranormal creatures sat beside others, eating, talking, relaxing. With
a charmed door, blocking the entrance from wandering humans, it was as protected as could be.
The woman looked up and raised her pitcher of coffee. “Take a seat. Someone’ll be right
with you.”
Dieter found a bench and slid behind a booth table. His gaze stopped on each person in
the diner, amazed to see so many paranormals in one location. A kid wandered up to his table,
notepad in hand. His shaggy brown hair fell in youthful disarray. He pulled a pencil from his
serving apron.
“Welcome to Mommy’s Diner. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked as though
from memory.
Dieter’s gaze dropped to the server’s wide mouth, then over to his name badge. “Benny,”
he said, reading it off.
Benny’s cornflower blue eyes widened with shock when he looked up for the first time.
His cheeks blossomed bright red, carrying over to the very tip-top of his ears which peaked
through the shag.
“Hi-i, Dieter,” Benny stumbled.
Dieter leaned back, grinning widely with amusement. “Hi.”
Dieter leaned forward, sensing the other man’s nervousness and unable to resist teasing
him a little. “It’s quite a coincidence to run into another canine shape-shifter at the park. I’ve
been going there for years and never have. Then I see you every day for two weeks,” he drawled.
“It wasn’t until I got a good sniff of you that I realized you were like me.”
Benny coughed and shifted his weight from foot to foot. With a small chuckle, he
glanced over his shoulder toward the brick-built woman at the counter who was watching them
closely.
“It’s a nice park,” he said softly. His blush brightened his slim neck. “Did you want a
drink?”
Dieter folded his arms across his chest. “So what is it? A crush?” he teased further.
“Wh-what?”
Dieter cocked his head to the side. “You have some sweet little schnauzer in the area and
you don’t like competition peeing on the park trees?”
“What? No!”
“I’ve been going to that park longer than you, so technically, if we’re being territorial, the
park’s mine.”
“I’m not being territorial.” Benny huffed. He also looked a little bit pissed off.
“Not a sexy piece of tail, then?”
Benny shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe I was just excited to see another shifter in my
neighborhood.”
Dieter leaned forward suddenly, resting his forearms on the table as he looked up at the
other man. “Ice water. And a hamburger if you make them this time of the morning.”
It took Benny a minute but he scrawled the order on the paper pad. “We’re stocked.”
“Good.” Dieter pushed his napkin and fork around.
Benny lowered his pencil. “You’re kind of an ass.”
Dieter’s surprised laugh filled the diner. “Tell me what you really think,” he goaded.
“I think Shepherds are an arrogant breed, too caught up in pissing on tall weeds to
recognize that they don’t own the whole park,” Benny snapped.
“We’re proud,” he agreed mildly. “But I’m not opposed to sharing the park grounds with
you.”
“Well, good!” The fire completely left Benny, fizzled to nothing after all its spark.
“Glad we got that out of the way. Now, do you want to tell me what this is really about?”
“I’ll go put in your order.” The young man spun on his heel headed for the kitchen.
Dieter grinned, his gaze taking in the man’s narrow hips and sculpted ass. He hoped he
wasn’t wrong. He didn’t think he was. It had been a long time since he’d landed a shifter as
adorable as Benny.
Chapter Three
Benny spilled ice water all over his hand. Mommy slapped down a cloth to clean it up.
“What’s he going to do? Bite?” she asked.
Benny eyed him suspiciously. “He might. He started talking about territory and the park.”
He snorted distastefully.
“What is it you saw in him again?” Mommy asked.
Benny sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. What wasn’t there to see? Tall, muscle
bound, tight jeans that cupped a firm ass and solid thighs, an impressive package up front. And
that was just his lower half. Dieter’s broad shoulders were square and dependable-looking. His
black, curling hair softened the otherwise unapproachable effect. When it came to Dieter’s liquid
brown eyes, a bacon treat couldn’t have torn Benny’s attention away from them.
“There’s just something about him.”
“Oh, hell. I hear wistfulness in your voice. That never bodes well. Next you’ll be telling
me that you have some shifter psychic sense that he’s your one true mate and in order for you to
be a part of a working pack, you’re going to have to have sex.”
Benny snorted. “Fuck that nonsense. That kind of stuff happens in novels that need to
explain a plot flaw.”
“Then why?”
“He’s hot.” Benny grinned at her. “He’s got a great ass, and I want a piece of it. Is that so
hard to believe?”
“Nope. Makes more sense than I expected,” she answered. Mommy walked away,
reaching to the cook’s window for an order.
“You thought I was going to spout poetry and declare my heart, didn’t you?”
“It occurred to me,” she admitted, her twisted smile adding snark. She handed him a
burger. “Order’s up. Now get over there and make sure that cocky man-dog leaves either with
your phone number or the desire to pee on your leg. Got it?”
“Got it.” He ducked his head when she winked at him and shuffled over to Dieter’s table.
“Here’s your burger. Can I get anything else for you?”
Dieter shot him an enigmatic smile. “Well, if you bring me something to carry this out, I
can take you for a walk.”
“Doggy humor?”
His smile widened. “Could be. Could also just be an excuse to find out what you were up
to in the park.”
“Keep the park. It’s yours. Merry Christmas.”
“Where are you going?” Dieter called after him when Benny moved away.
He turned around again, ignoring the curious looks they were getting from a few of the
tables. He stalked toward Dieter. “You come in here acting all high and mighty, demanding to
know stuff that’s really not that important, but you know what? I think you want something. I
think you’re too chicken shit to say what it is.”
“I’m listening.”
“So am I, so if you have something to say, just spit it out already. I have a job to do and
customers waiting.”
“I want to talk.”
“Aren’t we?” Benny countered.
Dieter didn’t look so confident. The smile he’d been sporting didn’t quite reach his
chocolaty eyes. It seemed frozen on his face, unconvincing in its broadness.
Finally, he puffed out a breath of air. “Would you just—sit down a moment?”
Benny glanced back to the counter. Mommy seemed to be handling everyone okay.
Benny sat down in the booth across from him.
“Now what?” Benny asked, no longer sure he wanted to know anything about Dieter. No
matter how sexy, Dieter was a royal dickhead.
“Give me a chance.”
“At what?”
“Convincing you I’m not such a dickhead,” Dieter said.
“Oh, you noticed? I thought assholes didn’t also acknowledge their dickheadedness.”
“Proof that I’m not one. See? Progress already.”
Benny harrumphed.
“Just a walk to see if we can be friendly.”
That peaked Benny’s interest. “How friendly? Are you talking dog-fight, ball chasing, or
rolling in grass on a sunny day?”
“There might be some ball chasing involved. Definitely grass rolling.” Dieter wiped his
mouth with a napkin and moved his plate aside. Dieter traced a water circle on the table with his
pointer finger.
“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me everything?” Benny pressed.
“I thought your breed was cheerful and friendly.”
“Little dogs growl with the best of them when cornered.”
Dieter chuckled. “I didn’t realize I was cornering you. Does taking a walk with me
threaten you?”
Benny shifted. He nodded by way of answer.
Dieter leaned over the table to whisper. “Would it help to know that I’m as nervous as a
puppy?”
Benny’s gaze darted between his eyes, looking for signs that Dieter wasn’t telling him the
truth. He didn’t find any. A black curl dropped over Dieter’s forehead. Cautiously, Benny
brushed it out of the way. The other man’s eyes crinkled at the outer corners, telling Benny
without looking at the mouth that he’d made Dieter smile in earnest.
“Why?” Benny croaked as he withdrew his hand.
“Because I don’t want to mess this up.”
“This?” Benny repeated.
“You’re cute. You’re as floppy furred and earnest eyed as your canine form, and it’s a
little bit adorable.”
Benny’s pulse kicked up. If he were in shifted form, he’d be rolling over and over on the
floor, with a face lick for good measure. But he wasn’t, so he searched for something to say that
didn’t sound too obvious.
“A little out of your breed, don’t you think?” Benny murmured.
“I’m a little out of my league too.” He shrugged. “I had to give it a shot. You’re too cute
to let slip away without trying.”
Benny’s shoulders relaxed and he laughed. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” Benny agreed. “Okay, I’ll go on that walk with you.”
Dieter whooped, hauled Benny across the table and planted a firm kiss on his lips. It was
over before Benny could react. Dieter stood, dropped several bills on the table. “I’ll swing by
when you get off work.”
“Um, seven o’clock,” Benny told him, though he hadn’t formally been asked.
“Seven it is. I know the perfect place to talk. It lends itself well to grass-rolling.”
Chapter Four
It was close to dark when Mommy finally shooed Benny out of the diner close to seven.
She’d wheedled the information out of him, and he’d finally admitted to having an informal date
with Dieter. Maybe. A maybe-date. How pathetic was that?
Benny leaned against the alley wall. He nodded as a couple of banshees walked passed
him to the door. The night fell quietly around him, and he knew that if a mortal were to look
down this alley, all they’d see is a man hanging out. No door. No bright lights of the diner. They
might wonder at the aroma of food hot off the griddle, but that was the only thing they’d pick up
on. Even the sounds of silverware meeting dishes were blocked by the hide-spell protecting the
supernatural eatery.
Benny lifted his arm and gave himself a sniff. After a day at the diner he expected to have
some stink to him, but all he smelled were the traces of cooked burgers and general diner food
smell. He hoped that was okay with Dieter. When he’d given him the time, he hadn’t allowed
himself anything for clean up.
He heard the even tread, caught the scent of male Sheppard, before he saw Dieter. Human
eyesight just wasn’t that good, and Dieter was backlit at the mouth of the alley.
Benny liked watching him walk. Dog or human form, it didn’t matter, the man possessed
a fluid grace in every line of his body. He could only imagine that fucking him would be a
smooth ride, too.
“Hi,” Dieter said as he got closer. “I was afraid you’d stand me up.”
“How could I? You know where I work and when I get off.”
“I know when I’d like to get you off,” Dieter hedged.
The comment should have sounded confident, like the man’s stride. Instead, it sounded
hopefully playful. Benny decided he liked that. A lot.
“I was thinking,” Dieter continued. “That I might not have been very clear this morning.
That I came across like a pompous ass when all I was trying to do was impress you.” He shot
Benny a sidelong glance.
“Impress me?” This, he needed to hear.
“You were looking at me like I was a big red ball you wanted to play fetch with. I liked
it. I thought if I kept you off balance, you’d keep looking at me like that. But I acted like a jerk
and still somehow managed to commit you to seeing me tonight. Whatever I said to convince
you, I’m glad I did.”
Benny wasn’t sure what to say. As far as he knew, he’d never been someone other people
tried to impress. He’d always thought of himself as kind of dorky. A nice guy with a good heart,
some unusual quirks like turning into a Corgi, but otherwise normal. Way not in this guy’s
league. But to hear Dieter talk, it sounded like Dieter was worried Benny wouldn’t like him.
“You could have your pick of pups. Why do you care what I think?” Benny asked, boldly
he thought.
Dieter stepped up to him. He clasped his hand on the side of Benny’s head, warming his
ear with a palm as Dieter’s thumb stroked the outside of Benny’s eyebrow. Dieter seemed to
making his mind up about something.
He leaned in, capturing Benny’s mouth in a hot slide of soft lips and softer breath.
Benny’s stomach took a tumble. He automatically pressed his hands on Dieter’s unyielding
chest, not to push him away, but to feel him.
Their noses bumped when Dieter angled his head slightly. His lips plucked at Benny’s
and Benny found breathing suddenly very difficult. Troublesome, really. Maybe breathing was
overrated in fact. He lifted to his toes, circled an arm around the bigger man’s shoulders and
hung-the-fuck-on since clearly his knees were iffy.
Dieter moaned, pressed him back to the wall and pinned Benny’s body between uneven
brick and solid torso. Benny lifted his hips. His cock filled, growing to an ache as he felt the
unmistakable reaction of the man kissing him.
Benny opened his mouth and Dieter made that delicious moaning sound again. At least
he thought it was Dieter. Their tongues tangled. Benny’s head clunked against the alley wall and
he finally remembered where they were.
Pushing Dieter away, Benny grinned when he saw the dazed looked on the other man’s
face. “Maybe we should take this someplace else?”
“Do you want to?” Dieter asked.
“Yeah.”
Benny shifted out of his human form and struggled to free himself from his clothes.
Dieter followed his lead. Benny jogged toward the street. Dieter loped along then came back to
get him, nipping his flank playfully, before bounding on ahead.
Little legs sucked, Benny decided. They moved twice as fast as Dieter’s but only gained
half or a third the ground he covered. Dieter seemed to have boundless energy. He never left
Benny’s sight and kept coming back to urge him on.
Several blocks later, Benny was wondering why he hadn’t just walked to the park. Green
grass loomed ahead in the near complete evening darkness.
Dieter barked. Benny followed the sound. When he got there, he nosed beneath a huge
bush to find a grotto of sorts, covered in lush spring grass. Dieter sprawled naked waiting for
him. Benny shifted out and crawled the rest of the way toward him.
“I don’t usually put out on a first date,” Benny informed him.
“You still don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Is this just sex, then?
Dieter pulled him down on top. “Interest? Yes. Sex? I hope so. This? Whatever we want
it to be.”
“I want to have sex with you,” Benny told him. He’d never in a million have thought he’d
say those words so bluntly to anyone. Let alone, a sex god like Dieter.
“Good, ’cause I want to have sex with you too.” He wrapped one strong leg around
Benny’s.
Their cocks rolled heavily against one another. Already moisture touched Benny’s belly.
His or Dieter’s he didn’t know. He couldn’t imagine that it mattered at that moment either.
Chapter Five
Dieter could barely think straight. He’d always had a thing for lean men with innocent
eyes. The fact that this one was a canine shifter and adorably Corgi, too, well, that just sealed the
deal. He definitely wanted to taste him. Maybe if they hit it off, they could have a good thing
develop from this. He certainly hoped so.
For the moment, he just wanted to get his hands, mouth, anything he possessed on or in
this guy. Benny, with his tight little body and his snapping comebacks made Dieter’s head swim
with lust.
He flipped Benny onto his back and straddled him. “I know this makes me sound like a
randy teenager, but I’m dying to suck your cock.”
Benny’s cornflower blues flared beautifully. His wide, full lips parted on a quiet puff of
surprise.
“No objections?” Dieter asked.
Benny rolled his head from side to side.
“Glad we’re in agreement.”
Dieter opened his mouth on Benny’s neck, flicking his tongue on the sensitive flesh. It
was as much a display of passion as it was dominance. At least for right now. Dieter had no
qualms about being dominated if Benny went for that kind of thing.
He tasted good. Like the diner and musky in the way all shifters were. Dieter flattened his
hand on Benny’s chest to hold him down, then sank lower. Without further foreplay, Dieter went
straight for his target: hard dick.
The deep rose tip glistened, begging him to taste. Dieter’s mouth closed on it, suckling as
though Benny were a thick straw. Then needing more in his mouth, Dieter swallowed Benny’s
cock, taking it all in until it touched the back of his throat and his nose buried comfortably in
pubic hair.
Here Benny’s scent was so much stronger. The smell of arousal and the evidence of it
filling his mouth made Dieter so much more eager. He pulled off and dipped lower still, lapping
Benny’s balls. He nuzzled them, lipped them gently, bathed them, overcome by dwelling at the
center of Benny’s essence. Dieter rubbed his cheeks on the inside of Benny’s thighs, unable to
get enough, wanting to mark himself undeniably with an aroma any shifter would know meant
sex and ownership.
Unable to resist, Dieter probed Benny’s hole. He teased it, licked over it, pushed in with
the end of one digit.
Benny’s strangled groan drew back Dieter’s attention to the straining cock just inches up.
He took it into his mouth again, savoring the flavor and humming his satisfaction at having it on
his tongue again. He didn’t leave the hole though. He carefully worked it with a finger until he
could push in a second one. He pumped gently in time to his sucking caress.
Benny lifted his hips. Dieter glanced up Benny’s body. His lover’s brows had drawn
together. He breathed heavily as though he were running a race. Sweat gleamed along his
hairline. Fuck, if it wasn’t sexy.
Dieter pulled almost all the way off, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked. Then finding a
steady rhythm, he sank down on the shaft. Each time he came up, he gave the tip a little extra
flick of his tongue, a little tighter squeeze with his lips. He scissored his fingers on each outward
draw of Benny’s anus, loosening him, preparing him for penetration later.
It didn’t take long before Benny cried out. Dieter held Benny’s thighs apart, using his
thumbs to gently stroke the sac that tightened against Benny’s body. He was close. Close enough
to make it happen.
“I’m coming,” Benny rasped as though to prove Dieter right.
Dieter bore down in earnest. Benny bucked. Dieter let him fuck his mouth harder and
faster until Benny shouted. Hot cum exploded into Dieter’s throat. He swallowed it down
quickly, taking it and cleaning Benny’s cock once the other man had stilled.
Dieter climbed up his lover’s body. “You taste amazing.”
Benny’s still panted softly. He smiled sheepishly and Dieter decided it was the cutest
look he’d seen yet.
“Roll over, Benny.”
Benny blushed, but as soon as Dieter gave him some space, he rolled to his belly on the
grass. It was too dark for anyone to be out in this part of the park. Even if they were, they’d be
able to hear the sounds of sex, but witnessing it would be impossible without joining them under
the bush with a flashlight. Unless of course it was another shifter with excellent night vision.
Dieter stroked his hand over Benny’s ass. It glowed pale and pretty. He kneeled up,
nudging Benny’s legs apart and catching a glimpse of his pink balls.
“Fuck me,” Benny whispered. “I want you.”
Chapter Six
Benny blushed even as he said the words. Today had been a study of firsts. Things like
this, men, experiences, didn’t happen to him. Not to him. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn
it away. Dieter proved to be an attentive lover. He had skills with his mouth that Benny hoped
Dieter matched with his body.
Dieter passed his hand over Benny’s ass, giving it a squeeze. “On your knees, then.”
A chuckle escaped Benny at the unexpected irony.
“Why are you laughing?” Dieter asked.
“Because—two shifters are doin’ it doggie style. In a park. Could we be any more
predictable?”
Dieter laughed too. “Maybe not, but fucking you like this is a lot easier on the knees than
if we were to shift into our canine bodies.”
That image made Benny laugh harder. It came to a strangled halt when Dieter parted
Benny’s ass cheeks and the spongy tip of Dieter’s cock touched Benny’s hole.
“Lube?”
He heard Dieter spit several times. It was crude, but it would work, and Benny really
didn’t want to stop now and go looking for gel. Apparently, neither did Dieter. As far as disease
went, their kind couldn’t get STDs. They weren’t compatible with the shifter DNA. Condoms for
protection weren’t an issue.
“Bareback,” Dieter mused roughly.
The husky quality of his voice told Benny that the thought appealed to him as much as it
did to Benny.
Dieter pushed in. Benny grunted, grateful that Dieter had taken a few moments to prep
him during oral sex. The truth was, Benny kind of liked the pleasure-pain of being forced to take
a huge cock. He felt mastered by it, owned. That ache would stay with him and give him a
pleasant reminder of Dieter.
“You doing okay?” Dieter asked.
“Do you care?” Because Benny sure didn’t mind the sting.
“Of course I care,” he grumbled.
“I don’t. Hurry up and take it. Take my hole hard,” Benny gasped looking back at Dieter
from over his shoulder.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“I know. It’ll hurt until it doesn’t,” Benny answered with a grin. “I like that part.”
Dieter ground deeper. Benny loved the way the bigger man’s balls swung against his ass,
and he cringed with loss when Dieter slowly withdrew.
Benny’s taint tingled with anticipation, waiting for the return thrust. Benny groaned
through a shiver when it happened. Dieter grabbed Benny’s hips, his fingers biting into the flesh.
His movements became smoother, easier. His balls patted Benny on each inward glide setting up
a sexy beat in his mind.
He’d just come and already a thrill at the base of his spine began a tight coil. Dieter’s
movements became more frantic, fucking Benny hard, rocking Benny’s knees and palms deeper
on the soil until tiny pebbles bit at them. Benny didn’t care. He wanted more and judging from
Dieter’s dissolving control, he’d get it.
Dieter ground his hips, coasting his cock over Benny’s prostate. Pleasure short-circuited
his brain and suddenly Benny shot a weak load from a half cocked dick. His body hummed with
pleasure. Dieter grunted, his hips flexing in tiny movements as hot semen filled Benny body.
After a moment, Benny’s knees began to tremble.
Dieter wrapped his arms around Benny’s waist and rolled to the ground. He dropped
kisses on Benny’s shoulder and neck. “Thank you,” he murmured.
“You’re welcome. Thank you,” Benny returned.
Dieter brushed the hair off the back of Benny’s neck. “Yesterday, in the park, why’d you
come over?”
“I thought you were hot,” Benny admitted. “I’ve thought you were hot for a few weeks
now.”
“How come I never saw you?”
“I kept out of site, mostly. It would have stayed that way if Mommy hadn’t dragged me
over.”
“I’m glad she did,” Dieter said rising on an elbow to look at him.
Benny half-rolled so they were facing, though their bodies were spooned together, his in
front of Dieter’s.
“Can I come to the diner to see you again?”
Benny grinned, wondering when his awkward geeky luck had changed. It had to have
been around the time Mommy had leashed him in the park. Yesterday. His luck had changed
yesterday. “I’d like that.”
“And maybe I can take you back to my place next time.”
“That would be okay too,” Benny agreed.
“Every night.”
“This week?” Benny asked.
Dieter shrugged. “Until you get sick of me. I’ve had a taste of Corgi, and I’m not ready to
let that go yet.”
“A relationship?” Benny knew he sounded incredulous. He didn’t try to mask it.
“We’ll see where things go. Do we really have to classify this yet?”
“No,” Benny decided after a moment. He smiled up at Dieter. Yeah, he could do that. He
could see how far his luck carried him. Especially if it carried him straight into Dieter’s bed.
About the Author
Mia makes her home in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where she divides her time between a job and
spying on people. Mia enjoys long walks in Como Park, daisies, dancing in the snow...(Delete
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Mr. Perfect may apply in person for a thorough evaluation and trial. All others will be towed.
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