“Your turn,” he emphasizes with a snap of his tongue. I’m not sure that I should give in to his demands, a girl has to keep her man on his toes after all. If I was to give in this first time; what else would he demand of me later on down the road? And would I be so willing to supply him with his wants? I’m not great at playing the submissive woman.
“Who said I was going to show you what I look like?” I inquire. “Don’t I have the right to a little bit of mystery?”
“Considering that at some point in the near future I’ll have touched and tasted every inch, I’m not worried about any so-called mystery. Just do it, Shelbi. You’ve already seen my dick for fuck’s sake.” Yeah, and while I won’t say it to him, he’s pretty impressive there as well, even in a flaccid state. “I knew you peeked,” he states.
“Hard not to when you were strutting around your room naked,” I reply.
“You could’ve kept your eyes above the waist.” What fun would that be?
“Well, I guess I could give you a preview of what you’ll be getting. You do need some spank bank material.” I giggle causing him to hiss. Walking over to my own dresser, I lift up my eyes and let him see me through our mind. I’m sure since I was attempting to sleep, that my long blonde hair is sticking up on all ends. My blue eyes are probably showing the need I feel from speaking and seeing him firsthand. My frame is on the smaller side, I’m more petite than an average human female. I have the lithe, tight frame that most female leopard shifters do.
I hear his indrawn breath and want to pump my fist in triumph. “You’ll do, mate,” he finally says.
“What? What do you mean by that comment?” The anger as I speak is unmistakable… How dare he!
He chuckles slightly then says, “No disrespect intended, Shelbi. I was honestly concerned that whoever I was going to be with would require me to place a bag over their head. Surely you know you’re beautiful, right? And I’m already looking forward to checking out those curves you’ve got.” Okay, he’s slightly redeemed himself, but I foresee many verbal battles between us until he gets his head straight and his mouth under control. When I don’t say or in our current case, think anything, I sense that he’s uneasy now. Good. He needs to keep on his toes! He sighs, stating, “Look, this, all of this, is fucking new to me. The women I’ve been with are…”
I interrupt him to ask, “Skanks, hoes, easy?”
“Pretty much.”
“At least you’re honest about it,” I grumble. Am I happy that he’s got such a prolific past? No, not really, but I’m no innocent either, and I refuse to be hypocritical about the situation.
As if he has picked up on what I’m thinking, he says, “What was before today is the past, plain and simple. Can’t change it and would you honestly want someone taking you as their mate who didn’t know their way around a woman’s body?” I roll my eyes at his ego but silently agree, seeing as my former lovers weren’t much to write home about. “Oh, and Shelbi? You’ll write poems about how I take care of you.” Fucker!
“Are you reading my thoughts, Lux?”
“I will neither deny nor confirm that accusation, Shelbi.” But in my mind's eye, I see a devil emoji followed by a laughing one.
“At least you didn’t send me a damn eggplant,” I snicker. I hear an all-out, full blown bellow.
“My dick’s better looking than a fucking eggplant,” he replies.
“So you say,” I retort.
“You’ll see soon enough for yourself, mate,” he says. I roll my eyes and he continues, “I saw that, Shelbi. I’m gonna start keeping count and for every time you roll those beautiful blue eyes at me, I’m gonna smack your ass. Keep it up.”
“Stop invading my personal thoughts, Lux!” I scold him. This is why I didn’t want a mate; your thoughts and secrets are no longer yours.
“Fine, I’ll stop looking through your mind. Now, send me your address, Shelbi. I’m leaving as soon as I pack.”
“See you soon, Lux.” Our connection severs, but not until I’ve sent my address.
Getting up, excitement wracks my entire being. I can’t wait to start another adventure in my life. I begin packing my belongings; the things I can’t live without. Basically, my clothes and bathroom essentials.
2
Shelbi
I must’ve fallen asleep again at some point because I wake up to the sun streaming through my bedroom window. Stretching my stiff limbs, my ears perk up when I hear feminine laughter coming from the kitchen. I know one of the voices I’m hearing is Olga, but I don’t recognize the other one. Olga is, and always has been a loner, she’s never had any friends come over for a visit. Hell, I didn’t even know she knew another person outside of myself. Jumping from my bed, I brush my long locks, then my teeth, and pull on my favorite pair of jeans, a tank top and my often worn black converse. When my clothes are on and I’m satisfied with the way my top is tucked into the front of my jeans, I throw on some mascara and lip gloss. Never being one who went full out with make-up, I’m happy with the glow that’s lighting up my face.
“Olga,” I call out as I head into the kitchen. Sitting next to her is another woman who’s the spitting image of herself. “Who’s this?” I question, scanning the woman over from head to toe. I’m not scrutinizing her, I’m just trying to figure out why the two of them look so much alike.
“Shelbi, I’d like you to
