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Delores

When Renard’s eyes glow bright blue, I swallow hard. I was feeling bold after my confrontation with the disrespectful flamingo. So I didn’t even think before I wrapped my hand around his swishing appendage and squeezed. I’ve only seen the fierce look on him a few times before, during his hunts with Aubrey, and I wonder if it’s related.

I’ve awakened the beast.

The thought makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I grin at the blue-eyed man as an idea flits through my head. During the video in sex ed, the narrator mentioned how canine and feline shifters often enjoy ‘stalking’ their mates as foreplay. Zhenga said a lot of what those groups do can apply to other shifters…

Without giving myself time to overthink it, I pull back, crooking my finger as I whisper, “Come get me.”

I take off down the nearest hallway, unsure where I’m going, but hearing him behind me in pursuit—just as I’d hoped. A tiny sliver of fear runs through me as I navigate the twists and turns of an unfamiliar place with a predator on my tail. Despite a similar circumstance triggering me earlier in the year, it’s now giving me a thrill. My pussy clenches as I take turn after turn, claws out as I sprint in the heavy boots.

They did not build this outfit for stealth, but that’s okay—I want to be caught.

I finally hit a dead end with nowhere to go, panting as I lean against the wall and wait.

A few moments later, I see Renard stalk around the corner. Gone is the lounging emo man: instead, there’s a partially shifted, onyx warrior stomping toward me with a feral look on his face. My eyes run over his wings, short horns, and immense bulk as he fills the hallway. His tail is flicking rapidly, and as he comes closer, I realize two things. One, his talisman is glowing and two, his clothes are gone and holy mother of Zeus, he might actually break me in half with that thing.

Have I made a grievous error or a really brilliant decision? Fuck if I know, but I’m going to find out.

“You found me,” I say, knowing I sound breathy and ridiculous.

The gargoyle taps his nose, winking at me. I laugh nervously, but I muster my confidence, propping one foot on the wall and stretching my arms above my head, hoping it looks inviting. His steps quicken, and before I can say anything else, his hands grasp my hips and haul me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, gazing into his eyes as I touch the smooth, hard stone covering his face.

“You,” he growls out between four very serious fangs, “... are in for it, little one.”

Oooh. I like snarly Rennie. It’s hotter than shit.

Deciding to up the ante, I lean in and bite his lower lip, tugging on it with my teeth. “I’d prefer it to be in me, to be honest.”

“That can be arranged.” A hand snakes under my skirt to my thong, and a loud ripping sound fills the air.

Son of a bitch! Those were brand new.

“I’ll buy new ones,” he mutters against my ear, as if he can hear my thoughts. “But for now...”

Tilting my hips up, I grind against the hard cock nestled between my thighs. The rumbling snarl that echoes out of him is scary and sexy, so I tilt my head, kissing him hungrily. Our tongues dance as he shifts his position. The head of his cock rubs against my clit enticingly, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders to hold on.

“Don’t tease me, Rennie,” I gasp when our lips break. “I want you now.”

That sounded sexy, right?

It must have, because he leans his forehead against mine, that brilliant blue flashing in his gaze as he murmurs huskily, “I’ll take it slow so I don’t hurt you.”

“You’d be amazed at what I can take. Don’t hold back for me.” I smirk as I grip his shoulders and push myself down on the smooth, hard cock at my entrance. Our little game of chase turned me on anyway, but just like with Fitz, my pussy is so slick and wet, it’s like a goddamn slip-and-slide.

I’m not complaining, since I didn’t bring any lube with me to the club.

Gasping as he fills me, I realize he might have been right about taking it slow, but I’ll be damned if I’m backing down now. Renard may have centuries of experience on me, but I have a premium subscription to PredHub and a higher tolerance for pain than I’ve ever let on.

Plus, I’m stubborn as fuck.

Concern eclipses the lust on his face, but I wiggle to encourage him, and that snaps the leash he has on himself. His wings flare out behind him like a shield as he starts a hard rhythm. I lean back against the wall, using it as leverage to meet every thrust as it stretches me just shy of pain. The sting makes my pussy flood, and my bunny inside pushes against my skin like she wants out.

I guess she wants to play, too.

An idea flits through my sex-hazed mind, and I let go of his shoulders to grab his tail as it whips around. Curving my lips into a wicked grin, I bring the tip to my mouth and bite. A loud roar of pleasure is his response, so I do it again, and his hips piston me into the wall so hard, I might actually dent the drywall. However, the bunny inside seems to like it, and before I can stop it, I feel my fluffy tail and long ears bust free, followed by my fangs and claws.

“Ah, the vicious rabbit,” he growls. “I was waiting for her, petite . Now, let yourself go...”

The dark rumble in his tone makes me shiver, and I ride the waves of sensation as our bodies move to the beat of the pumping bass of the club. When I feel the orgasm rushing towards me, I bite down on his tail again, and he throws his head back with another roar. Suddenly, something changes—as if his cock swells, rubbing spots it wasn’t hitting before—and I explode.

When I can finally open my eyes, his electric blue ones stare back at me in what looks like surprise. His hips are moving, but…

Holy Aphrodite, he’s my mate, too? But what if that’s not what he wants?

The confidence I was projecting before deflates.

A soft expression crosses the fierce features of the gargoyle, and a clawed hand brushes the hair off my sweaty face as I dare to hold his gaze. “ Ma petite , you’re far too smart to have missed the reason all of us attended Zhenga’s class that day.”

“I… I know what the video said, but… I didn’t think...” It’s hard to form words when he’s looking at me like this. I’m getting much better at expressing the sexy side of things—even if a lot of it is bravado—but the emotional stuff is still a struggle. “It’s wild enou gh that two of you are my ‘fated mates’ already. I didn’t expect it to happen again.”

“Would it be so bad if it did?” he rumbles softly. “Are you frightened by the idea of five fated mates, Dolly?”

Ignoring the voice in my head screaming in fear, I whisper, “Truth for a truth?” I wait for him to nod and continue. “A little. I worry none of you have a choice—that this is all a fluke or something.”

The impish grin that spreads over his face is adorable and makes my chest ache. “Fate doesn’t always get to decide, petite . I was told what they wrote in my stars from an early age, and my current life wasn’t in those predictions. Neither was my past pain.” His lips brush my ear as he murmurs, “But I would live through it all again to be where I am now.”

Be still my heart, poetry boy.

“You owe me that story,” I say, hoping to lighten the mood before I turn into a rabbit-shaped puddle on the floor.

Suddenly, the feeling of fullness inside me lessens, just as it did with the others. He chuckles, letting my legs slide down his body slowly, holding on to me as I find my bearings with limbs that feel like jelly. The onyx skin melts away, and his clothes are back, though his wings and tail stay put.

“How… how do you do that?” I ask, still breathless, gesturing at his clothes as he hands me a cloth to clean up with. “Is it a gargoyle thing for your clothes to shift with you?”

“Ah. Perhaps I’m not the only one experiencing this benefit. Check yours?”

Frowning, I glance over my shoulder to discover that my damned tail is sticking out of the skirt, as if they designed it for me to shift in. “You are not a sorcerer, Renard Laveaux. Tell me how you did it!”

“Okay, okay, ma petite . The secret hides in this...” he says, pulling the glimmering talisman out of his shirt before pointing at the new necklace he gave me. “And that.”

My hand comes up to the choker, touching the locket in confusion. “It’s… magic?”

“Of a kind. But don’t tell Flames. I’ve never given him one because I enjoy his tantrums when he rips his clothes far too much.”

I grin, thinking about how angry the dragon gets when he half-shifts without warning. I can see the appeal—pissy Aubrey is pretty hot. “Okay, but can we get out of here? I think I’d like to continue the rest of our outing… somewhere less public.”

“Going to put the rabbit back in the cage before we go back to the dance floor?” he asks, holding his hand out.

My lips curve. “Mmm… after I take care of something.”

We navigate our way back to the club floor and I tug his hand over to the bar. Rennie gives me a suspicious look, but I shoot him a grin back and bat my lashes. When we’re standing in front of the snooty flamingo again, her eyes widen as she takes in my ears, and she looks over at the gargoyle, who shrugs.

“Thanks for keeping our drinks cold,” I say, picking both up and tossing them back, one after the other. The alcohol burns like a motherfucker, but I look the bird in the eye as if I do it all the time—telling her I’m not a bunny to be messed with. “Catch ya later, Lucinda.”

With that, I pull my snickering boyfriend through the crowd, shaking my cottontail in victory as we find a spot in the crowd to get our groove on.

I’m going to call tonight’s outing ‘Kinks and Bad Bitch Unlocked’, that’s for damn sure.