Chapter Seventeen

Gordon

I shivered at the delectable sight of my mate’s ass wiggling just for me. Oh yeah, it was time for this goat and rhubarb to get it on. My human tail wiggled and bobbed in the front of my sweats in anticipation.

“Come on,” I urged him, desperate to take him to the fresh bed of soil I’d made just for him.

Just for us, baby, Red corrected. We’ll share it together.

Together.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip in anticipation of what was coming. Although first we had to… swallowing hard—nervous about what I was about to say—I took one of his hands. I didn’t want to squash his stalk-on, but I had to have this conversation with him before we went outside.

“Red, it’s you and me, okay, but the pride will make sure we’re safe outside. Maxi has promised the three lions will patrol the perimeter of the house. Away from us,” I added hastily, in case he thought they’d be watching. “And Drew too. He’s scarier than the lions,” I confessed, knowing Drew’s llama would viciously attack and bite anyone that threatened to harm those he loved. Their slightly more aggressive nature meant llama shifters could be easily trained as guards, in either form.

Panic crept around the edges of his lust, and I grabbed his hands tight. “You know I’ve got horns, right?”

A slow smile spread across Red’s sweet face, and I felt the fear recede. “You’re telling me you’ve got horns, and you know how to use them?”

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. I know exactly what to do with them.” I almost purred. “Pain for the monsters and only pleasure for my gorgeous mate.”

The shiver he gave was very rewarding.

“You’d better show me the pleasure then,” he said in a sexy whisper. “I want your body.”

How could I resist a comment like that? I grabbed his hand and turned to the door, then stopped.

“Gordy, what now?” he whined impatiently. “You, me, soil, sexy horns stroking my stalk. Why aren’t we there?”

I bit my lip, turning to face him. “There’s something I haven’t mentioned about goat mating.”

He patted my cheek. “It’s okay, I did some research. I know about the pee thing.”

I breathed out a sigh of relief. He didn’t seem too disgusted. “I can’t always control it. It’s okay in my human form, but bucks get a little excited, you know… in the moment?”

There was a reason I had a little space of my own at the far end of the yard no one knew about except Maximus. I could be excited and not freak anyone out.

“I know. Now, will you get a wiggle on?” There was a touch more impatience in his voice. “I want to see my new bed.”

That, I could do. I grabbed Red’s hand and rushed him through the house, ignoring the snickers and “go get him, Gordon!” from Tim. I managed a quick nod at Tartie, who stood close to Randy. Real close!

But I had other things to think about right now.

“I didn’t buy the headphones yet,” Drew grumbled as we headed out the door.

I closed the door on his complaints, only one thought in my head. Red, as his rhubarb, and me getting all goaty.

Clothes flew off, landing on bushes and branches before we’d gone halfway through the yard. I wanted to nibble on his gorgeous nipples, just for a taste, but the second I pointed out the new bed, he threw off his boxers and jumped into the soil, shifting to his stalk.

I felt rather than heard the ‘ ahhhh’ as he buried his roots in the dirt.

Quickly dropping to my haunches next to him, I asked, Would you prefer to have a few hours’ rhubarb time? I could guard you or sleep with you.

Don’t be stupid. Get your goat on, mate. I need to be rammed by my buck.

Heart slamming against my ribs, I grinned stupidly at my stalk.

Well, that was clear enough.

I stripped off, aware of my rhubarb’s attention on me the whole time. When I shoved down my jeans and briefs, Red sighed in my head.

My shift was fast, and I joined my mate in the bed, gently gathering Red against my long coat. He ran his fuzzies along my horns before he settled.

Fucking gorgeous, alpha mine. Those horns are making me horn-y.

Likewise, you’re the best-looking stalk in the town.

I confess, I was nervous. I wasn’t entirely sure of the logistics. Goat and rhubarb, where did my stalk go? But an embarrassing conversation with my alpha convinced me when mates were in the zone, it would all work. Maximus had told me it had to happen to avoid my mate’s wilt and ending up in the pan.

How it hadn’t happened before now, who knew, but I was ready. Desperate to feel my mate all over, I licked Red from roots to leaves, feeling the fuzzy hairs caress my long tongue. He squealed in excitement, wriggling so hard I had to hold his stalk between my front hooves so he didn’t go flying. When I repeated the action, his groan sent a thrill through me. Bending my head, I traced the tip of my horn down his stalk, feeling a buzz around my tail.

He became still. So still, I started to second guess myself and I reached out for our connection, worried he was scared of my horns. But all I got was the same sense when I tongue fucked him. He was blissing.

Licking his fuzzies the other way, I got a full stalk shudder, confirming fear was the last thing he felt. I alternated between licking him, then teasing him with my horns, sensitizing him over and over. My mouth was alight to every sensation, every taste explosion from his fuzzy delight. Fuck, he was all rhubarb and delectable custard.

The end of my horn became directly connected to my leaking dick, I fucking swear it, with how it throbbed, bobbed and leaked.

Stalk.

Mouth.

Horn.

Dick.

And my mate on repeat in my head.

Oh my goat.

O.M.G.

Great Rhu.

Oh my goat.

More!

More!

Oh my goat!

O.M.G. that again, he gasped breathlessly.

Red seemed fixated on moaning words between the horns and my tongue. The three words he used most I was more than happy with.

O.M.G.

That’s right, my little stalk. I am the O.M.G.

I nibbled his stalk, needing more tart rhubarb, then deep throated him, careful not to catch him with my teeth. The scream in my head shot straight to my dick as he flooded my mouth with sweet custard, still thrusting and giving me a fresh creamy mouthful of his cum. I held him in my mouth and rode the aftershocks as Red rolled around on my tongue through his climax.

I hadn’t intended to make him come so soon. No, I’d planned to stretch this out for hours. But my stalk had other ideas.

Red wiggled in my mouth so I got closer to the ground so I could place him in the soil. Before I could move back, his stalky body twisted, and his leaves brushed my cheek. So flexible, his stalk landed on my neck and fuzzies dug deep.

Goaty gods, he was biting me.

He bit me.

I sure did. Another twist and he turned, and I saw his rhubarb asshole winking at me. Your turn!

Oh. My. Goat.

Maximus was right. It just happened. Magic or not, I didn’t care. My dick leaked in anticipation of plunging deep into my stalk. Red, who panted in my head, was just as ready for me.

One goaty deep breath, riding the high of his mixed scent, and I plunged deep into his tight hole, burying myself fur deep into him, and the sounds in my head made me a rutting goat.

The words made little sense as he groaned and moaned about goats, flowers and love… and love . He told me he loved me with every thrust into his tight rhubarb.

He probably disturbed the whole town with his out of control, wild thoughts. Did I care? No. I wanted them to know how happy I made my omega.

I love you .

Not ‘I love you, too’. No qualifier. Just… I love you.

It was that thought which sent me over the edge, hips frantically pumping as I filled him up with my juicy cream.

Bite me! Red whispered as cum ran out of his stalk, down his length, and into his leaves.

Coming forward, I nibbled just under his leaves, then bit true, getting a mouth full of juicy, tart rhubarb. His stalk tightened around me and more cum trickled out.

So damn tasty.

More.

In a minute or three, maybe more, my mate. I chuckled ruefully, needing time to recover even if Red was up for more. But who could blame him, I was O.M.G.

If you give me ten . I wasn’t ready to shift, not yet. Licking my stalk clean, I moved him until he was in a clean patch of soil, getting a contented sigh. We can both have a snooze, then have another round or two, okay?

His response was a snore, and I chuckled and fell asleep, curled around Red buried in the soil, knowing we were safe because our pride protected us. That was all we needed.