Page 13 of The Bear, the Eagle, and their Wombat Omega (Omegas of Animals: SD #14)

Bruno

There was still so much more we wanted to know about each other.

I went to the meetings that afternoon alone, not wanting to leave Steve alone but also not wanting to let our employer down.

My life had taken a turn in the best direction possible, but I’d still need an income, no matter how nice lying in bed and making love all day every day sounded. And we were almost through our agenda.

My bear was champing at the bit to meet Steve’s wombat, and I wasn’t sure how well-behaved he’d be if I tried to make him wait much longer, so it was a relief to finish up with business and meet the others back in the suite. They were lounging on the balcony with a bucket of soft drinks.

“What do you all think about trying to find a place to shift?” Steve asked, as if reading my mind. “My wombat needs some fresh air.”

“Well, there’s the beach…” Arkyn began.

“But wombats don’t swim, do they?” I said. “Aren’t they pretty much land animals?”

The words no sooner were out of my mouth than Steve’s jaw dropped. “I will have you know that my wombat loves the water. Wombats are excellent swimmers.”

My cheeks burned. “I didn’t know. In fact, I know almost nothing about wombats, but I’d like to. So let’s try this again. Hey, Steve, Arkyn, what do you both think about going for a shift and a swim on the private beach?”

“I’ve heard there was one, but I didn’t know where to find it. That sounds amazing,” Steve said. “Thanks for asking.”

Arkyn snickered. “Smooth, Boss.”

“Omega, what can I do to make up for assuming things about your beast?”

“Just what you said. Get to know my animal, and the beach is a perfect place for that. It truly is private?”

“It’s shifters only,” Arkyn said, standing up and stretching.

I’d never get tired of seeing him without his shirt on.

In fact, it should be a crime for someone as beautiful as him to wear one.

He had almost no chest hair, just some very light fluff that almost mimicked feathers.

“So, we might not be alone, but we can shift, swim nude if we like in our skins, generally do what shifters do without any humans around. Sound good?”

“How soon can we go?”

We went right then, late in the afternoon, arriving while the sun still hung in the sky, but low, giving that Pacific Ocean effect of flames extending from the setting sun toward the beach. “Wow this place is perfect,” Steve said. “All shifters, you said?”

We weren’t alone, but there were a few others scattered along the sheltered sands and a few in the water.

“Yes, so far as we know.” Most were in their skins, but there was a jaguar prowling a distance away and another bear, a big one, splashing in the foamy waves. “It’s idyllic, isn’t it?”

“Let’s do it.” Steve stripped and before there was even time to admire his form, he’d shifted, turning from a hot omega to an adorable, furry wombat.

I’d never known a wombat shifter in person before, and only had a vague idea of what they looked like, but he was the cutest thing ever, and I dropped to my knees to touch him.

He looked soft, but his hair was actually more wiry, and his eyes held every bit of intelligence that he and his beast shared.

It was breathtaking.

Arkyn chose that moment to drop his clothing and bring his eagle, taking to the air, his wingspan even more impressive with the last of the sun’s rays glancing off him.

Transfixed, I didn’t move until my bear gave me a huge internal nudge, and I rushed to drop my garments to the sand before they were destroyed by his larger size.

My bear nuzzled the wombat, playfully, and the two interacted as I’d never seen him do with anyone but a bear from our sleuth and, of course, Arkyn. The eagle swooped down, talons ruffling Steve’s fur before landing on my bear’s shoulder, balanced.

The others on the beach were watching, and who could blame them? I had the two best-looking mates in two-legged form and as their animals. They were magnificent. Fate had outdone herself, and I sent a thanks to her and to the Goddess. Or were they the same being on some level? I’d never been sure.

Once they’d had a chance to get to know one another a bit, real play began.

The wombat paddled out to where the waves began and, to my surprise and delight, bodysurfed to shore.

Wombats might be good swimmers, but I had a feeling most did not share his skill.

Determined to try it too, I learned that my bear was going to need a lot of practice if he was going to do it without ending up with a mouthful of sand and salt water after tumbling end over end onto the beach.

But it was all right, and he did try again, the wombat demonstrating and eagle screeing encouragingly overhead. We were definitely the focus of all the others on the beach, but we were on our honeymoon, after all, and didn’t the whole world love lovers?

As fun as it was, swimming in the ocean in any form could be tiring, and we finally stumbled out of the water to lie in the sand and enjoy the cool evening.

Steve cuddled next to my bear, and Arkyn flew a bit longer before landing to extend one magnificent wing over us both.

The waves crashed to shore just a few yards away, the sea breeze ruffled our fur and feathers, and we were together.

What more could there ever be?