Page 12 of My Date is a Polymorph (Blind Date Corporation #20)

She smiled and stroked his hair with her adorned fingers.

He looked up at her, and his eyes gleamed wetly. “You are back.”

“I was never gone. I was just waiting.” She chuckled. “And not happy about it.”

She curled her toes on the smooth wood.

He smiled. “Khassi outdid herself. This gown will be the envy of Sethir brides everywhere. You wore it very well.”

She smiled. “I had to, Khassi was watching.”

He kissed each of her hands, and his fingers went to the jewelled belt. She felt the inner layer move against her skin. Worro carefully removed the heavy necklace and was finally able to start peeling her out of the heavily embossed robes.

She was down to the headpiece, the hand flowers, bracelets, and anklets. She ran her fingers over his hair before she loosened his tunic. “Trying to keep me weighed down?”

He smiled up at her, and she stroked his cheek, his jaw, and then she bent and kissed him. She whispered, “I am so glad you finally remembered me.”

He stood and lifted her, holding her against him. “I was missing my soul, and I had no clue. I was existing, and now I look forward to living.”

She smiled and said, “The pretty words can wait. I have missed you with far more than my soul. My heart wept, and my body ached. Husband, I order you to soothe me.”

His grin was like light streaming into the room. “Yes, wife. I have neglected you far too long.”

He settled her against the bedding, and his clothing disappeared in a flurry of motion.

She sat up and held her hands out. He knelt between her thighs and leaned over to kiss her.

Keera felt the heat coming off him and ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest to his ridged belly.

She wrapped one hand around his erection with the thick ridge of his knot. “It’s been a while since I had a knot.”

“I will be slow,” Worro spoke softly.

“I never said that.” She grinned. “Let’s see how things go.”

He had the twinkle in his eyes that she remembered from the dating. “Let me know if I am going too fast or too slow.”

He didn’t hesitate. He went for her neck, and she squealed and giggled. He laughed, and they played with kisses, touches, and occasional tickling until she was slick and he was easing into her.

Keera lifted her hips, and Worro worked into her with focus until he was held tight and all the way to his knot.

He smiled. “First try.”

She laughed, and he inched further. “You can move, you know. I won’t break.”

Worro looked down at her and smiled. “I am just committing this to memory.”

“What?”

“You in my family jewellery, staring up at me with impatience for me to get on with it.”

She snorted and reached up behind him, drawing her clawed fingertips down his back. He shivered and said, “I had forgotten you did that.”

She wrapped her legs around him and shifted so that she could hold him tight as she rocked up and back. Keera managed two movements when Worro dropped onto her, his weight pinning her to the bed. She grunted. “I had forgotten you did that.”

He laughed and started to rock in and nearly out of her.

He dragged his hips back before sliding home once again.

She held him tight and watched his expression as he went from caring to savage in his features.

Gasps and moans began to spill out of their throats, and he reached between them to stroke her clit.

The tension wrapped through her, and she whined softly before gasping and gripping his back with her eyes wide and body shivering.

She was still twitching softly when he carefully bit her shoulder, making the mark on her that bound them, twining their minds together with a bond that went deeper than thought. When her mind touched his, he thrust deep, groaned, shuddered, and lodged her on his knot.

She caressed his shoulders as he tended to the mark. When he lifted his head, he smiled. “I can feel you.”

“Yes. Aren’t you just a maelstrom of fun?”

He chuckled. “You keep me calm. I can find anything I can think of, but it flits so fast, it is frustrating. Now, you are the eye of the storm. The centre of my universe. Around you, I can find anything.”

She pulled him down for a kiss. “My husband, my alpha, my own.”

He blinked rapidly.

“Don’t cry, Worro. We survived in our different ways, and now we are together again. You have lost one sister and gained two more.”

He laughed.

She waited him out and sighed as he slipped free of her. “That never stops feeling strange.”

He laughed, and it was such a carefree sound.

“Oh, I need to go take my makeup off.”

He looked at her. “You are pretty with it but gorgeous without. Do you need a hand?”

“No. I am good. I will just get a chisel and be back in a few minutes.”

She did the thing that freaked him out and shifted to get past his arm and his thigh.

He thudded to his side as she got away from him and pattered and jingled to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up, began soaking off the makeup, and five minutes later, she walked back into the floral-scented bedroom.

The bed had been tidied, and Worro was looking out the window when she returned. Keera walked up behind him and ran her hands up his back, slowly untying the bands on his hair until his hair was a glorious curtain down his back.

She wrapped her arms around his chest and pressed her cheek to his back. “I missed you.”

He touched her hands with his. “I feel so at peace right now.”

She chuckled. “Would you prefer war? I can do that.”

He laughed. “Yes, you can. Did you want to work out at a live range?”

“Can’t. No suit.”

“That can be arranged.”

“No. They are too expensive. My training suit was sold for six months of wound care. That shit is costly.”

He turned to her and said, “Funds aren’t a problem. I have been finding lost treasures since I was eleven. Most of them have a reward attached. I found coms, lost children, lost pets, vehicles, prisoners. You name it, and I would find it, as long as there was a price I wanted to collect.”

“Oh. So that is what the workshop is?”

“Found things. Yes. I found my great-grandmother’s jewellery when my mother hid it, hoping to smuggle it to Vaika. When her family rounded on her, she agreed to the division. She didn’t have a choice.” He chuckled. “That was the beginning of my career as a finder. The strength showed up later.”

She breathed in the scent of his hair. “Nice. Then you could move things to find them.”

“Yes. You activated early?”

“Yes. When I could walk, I took the form of a chubby little mermaid, but I didn’t know how gills worked, so I just learned to hold my breath for hours. The added blood flow in the tail helped.”

He turned in her arms. “You never mentioned your childhood.”

“It wasn’t much of one. When you are a child and can look like an adult, things get weird fast, so I kept my appearance to that of an early teen.

Things still got creepy but less frequently.

” She smiled. “I liked being a mermaid until I learned that no Hyreno actually looked like that. They swam much more slowly and didn’t have tails.

So, I developed my werewolf. Then the troll, the pixie, the angel.

I worked on them all and protected their forms. The werewolf and the mermaid were the only ones commonly known. ”

Worro stroked her back. “Your family?”

“The new ones? They were great. They took me in and remained on the adoption rolls. Wellin came along, and I helped with him evenings and weekends. He did my homework with me and helped me get into the team trials. He was coaching my push-ups and wind sprints.” She chuckled.

“He was my first dumbbell before I had passed enough trials to get into the gym.”

He held her. “What else?”

“My whole family saved up for my first combat suit. Aunts, uncles, Mom, Dad, even Wellin contributing his savings for it. I needed one that could shift with me, and that is expensive.”

“Yeah. Molecular instability is pricey. So, you have always had it rough.”

“No. I had an entire family of people who wanted me to succeed and wanted me safe. They were all around me when I was in hospital. The suit was the first thing to go because it was the most expensive.” She chuckled. “I can’t find money when I need it.”

“You can now. Just ask me, and I will find you whatever you need.”

She smiled. “When the time is right, I want another child.”

He nodded. “I am sure that if it is meant to be, it will be.”

Keera thought of the vial that Khytten had slipped her on the girls’ night. “Right, if it’s meant to be, it will be.”

He sighed. “I just want to hold you all night.”

“Then help me get the jewellery off because sleeping with the headpiece isn’t going to be fun.”

He chuckled. “Fine, but you are wearing it at the wedding next week. You also have to do a matron of honour speech.”

“Yeah, but that is next week. Public speaking never bothered me.”

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He removed the headpiece, and she exhaled. “Fuck, that thing is heavy.”

He laughed. “Ladies used to wear that thing to court all the time.”

“Good for them. They must have had necks like horses. That is a lot of weight.”

He kissed her cheek and removed the loops over her ears, sliding them to one side. Her bracelets came off, and finally, the hand flowers with their intricate chains were removed.

“How about the anklets?”

“Try and sleep with them.”

“Foot fetish freak.”

He snorted and tackled her to the bed, pulling her up against him and kissing her. “Thank you for choosing me again.”

“You are welcome. Remember the honour.”

His hand patted her butt, and they snuggled in and got some rest. It had been a tiring time, and now they could relax, knowing that neither of them was going anywhere.

They had time now. Time to just be together, and time to start again.