Chapter Seven

Gordon

I licked my lips as I caught Red’s thought.

Oh Goat yes!

“I want you to lasso your goat, turn on your light, and ride the pony until my cherry is so popped it’s making cherry bomb sundaes.” I wasn’t sure any of that made sense to him or me, but I didn’t care and neither did my stalk. He made these cute whimpering noises and wiggled his butt at each order.

“I wanna slide down your pole,” he begged, looking over his shoulder at me.

My breath caught in the back of my throat. My big, solid stalk begging to ride me? If he were a doe, he’d be wagging his tail at me. He was, kind of. That lovely dick was wagging at me. It was the biggest turn on ever.

“I need to prepare you,” I growled, unable to control the hunger that had me wanting to rut madly.

There were some parts of a goat’s mating I’d have to pass on. Another goat would have understood about the pee thing, which involved me peeing on myself so he could get a good whiff of me. Rhubarb to goat, maybe not so much.

We’d adapt. We didn’t need to attract each other in that way when he had me firmly in his fuzzy hold.

“I’m sure I’m ready.” His voice was all breathy.

“Don’t argue with me, omega. No one gets to hurt you, not even me.” I let a growl infuse my voice and watched him shiver. He wanted me to tell him what to do, I could feel it through our bond. I grinned at my sweet omega. “I want to bury my face in your ass and show you exactly what this goat can do with his tongue.”

I put my hands on his hips to raise him so I could bury my face in his ass crack and lick around his hole. He was already helping, groaning and wriggling as my tongue circled his twitching hole. He mashed his ass against my face, pushing my tongue into his clenching hole. Fuck, this wouldn’t last long with how I was imagining him riding and squeezing me. My cock was leaking so hard from how I needed to bury my dick into my rhubarb and fill him up.

Red yelled and bucked as I darted my tongue deep, then brought it out to lap around his hole again. I had to grab onto his hips to keep him still with how eagerly he rode my frisky tongue. I teased and loved at him until he was loose and ready. His sweet submission was as intoxicating as his taste and scent.

I wanted to hold him tight and never let him go.

By the time I had my dick lubed up and ready to make sweet, scented loving, Red was begging me to breed him. Every word that poured from his lips made it impossible not to worry and I had a moment of nerves. It was my first time, and I was desperate to get this right for Red.

It’s our first time together. You won’t get this wrong.

I hoped he was right because I was done dancing around the subject. It was time I showed my stalk exactly what all the fuss was about before anything else could interrupt us. I guided him onto my dick and he pushed down with agonizing slowness, his hands on my thighs and his ass on display just for me.

Goatymcgoatness.

When he was seated on my thighs, my dick swallowed whole, I wanted to swoon like a doe flapping her tail.

“Fuck.” Red breathed out the word in a sexy rasp. I struggled not to unleash my randy side.

I echoed his sentiment. “Ride the pony, sweetheart.”

Then I discovered what firm thighs my baby had. Someone had been practicing his squats because he rode me like a Derby winner. Gasping and groaning, body tensing, I held on as long as I could, but my climax was boiling in my balls, and I wanted to fire my cream through my cannon and fill up my baby.

“Come for me,” I managed to gasp out.

The scent of custard with notes of jasmine filled the air as he came on my order, shuddering violently and pelting my legs with cum. I yelled and clutched his hips as his ass squeezed me so good, it triggered my own climax. I thrust into his ass, breeding him like he demanded over and over as I shuddered through my release, Red’s clenching channel prolonging the sensation.

Finally, panting like a goat who’d fucked forty times, I sprawled out like a starfish, Red’s beautiful back curving as he slumped over my thighs, my sticky cock nestled between his ass cheeks.

Not a virgin anymore! Whoop! I’d given my v-card to my fated mate! What a lucky buck I am.

If Red heard my ecstatic thoughts, he was kind enough not to laugh.

I came forward and carefully eased him into a position where I could see his flushed face.

“You’re mine,” I whispered in his ear, feeling Red shiver and moan. Then I slid down his back, nipping and kissing until I reached his plump ass. I gently lifted his hips and inhaled our combined scent, my gaze on the trail of cream trickling down his fuzzy balls. I followed it with my tongue, lapping at my juices.

“Do you think you’ll want to experiment?”

I blinked and pulled back from the tasty treat at his sudden question, trying to get my head to shift gears. “Experiment? Like with kink? That’s more Apollo’s thing than mine. Although, I guess I could try if you want?”

I waited, holding my breath, doing everything to keep my thoughts to myself. I’d do anything for my stalk.

Red snorted as he looked at me over his shoulder. “That’s fine with me. I’m not a kinky kind of stalk. But don’t you want to eat your way through the flowers?”

“I do that anyway. The pride house yard has an array of plants.”

From the groan I received, and Red’s face buried in his hand, I was missing something important. I just wasn’t sure what it was. So I wiggled up his back and rolled him over to cup his jaw and lock our gazes. “I don’t understand, babe.”

He leaned into my touch. “I’m sorry, I should have been clearer. What I mean is, do you want to fuck other men?”

I squinted at him, doing my best to avoid sharing the pain caused by the thought of anyone touching him, now I’d claimed him as mine. “Why would I want to do that?”

“To taste the other flowers in the garden? Rather than just me.”

It took me a moment. I was cum-drunk. That was my excuse, and I was sticking to it. I dropped a kiss on his lips, uncaring I’d just had my tongue lapping at my own cum. “No, Red. I don’t want any other shifters or humans. All I want is you.”

He sighed and melted into my touch. “That was the right answer, my goaty alpha.”

I could have stayed like that, but first I needed to take care of my stalk. Reading my thoughts, Red leaned over the side of the bed and handed me a gray T-shirt.

“Use that. I need to do laundry anyway.”

Chuckling at how I’d considered doing it, I gently cleaned Red’s backside, lifting him over the bed so I could kiss each cheek, then easing him back onto the mattress and admiring how flustered he looked at my moves. A look I hoped I’d keep there forever.