“Wait, wait. Shoes.” I wriggle, trying to get back in, and he laughs.
“No need.” He carefully puts me down on the grass and then starts to strip.
I can’t keep my eyes off him, off his muscled chest, or his very fine ass. Or even his very impressive cock, which is very much very hard right now, my eyes glued to it. When he stops moving, I quickly glance up to his face, my cheeks aflame.
“I know that I’m impressive, but, you know, there’s more to me than just ‘little’ me.” He wraps his hand around his cock and my insides clench at the idea of having him inside me. Fucking hell. Nothing ‘little’ about him indeed… He’s hung like a horse.
“Are you that impressive when you’re shifted?” The words fall from my lips, even when my cheeks start to burn.
“You’ll have to see for yourself.” He smirks, winking. Then Liam takes a few steps back and rolls his shoulders.
The next moment, his body starts to twist, transform. It’s been a long time since I’ve watched someone transform into their shifter shape, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a centaur transform before. It’s different, very different, because only his lower body changes, his upper body staying the same. After a while, he seems to stop changing any more. His fur on his lower half is the same colour as his hair. He’s taller this way, because of the horse legs, and when he turns to me, he looks almost shy.
“What do you think?” His voice is quieter than I expected it to be, but I can’t keep my eyes off him and I reach out, running my fingers through his fur. Seeing his impressive form in front of me, so at odds with his careful tone, wipes all flippant comments from my mind. He’s sexy and beautiful and exudes raw strength.
“You’re not as soft as you look.” I laugh slightly, because it’s so silly to say.
He laughs too, his posture changing and he’s looking more like himself now. “Are we ever?” He holds out his hand. “Come on, get on.”
“What?” I stare.
“Get on. Let’s go for a ride.”
I carefully take his hand and he pulls me up. I grab hold of his shoulder with my other hand, not really sure where I should keep my hands when I’m on his back. He’s... It feels weird to just grab his abs or anywhere really... Fucking hell. It’s kind of awkward, do I hold his fur on his back or grab his way too sexy body in front of me?
“Wrap your arms around me. Like you’d do on the back of a motorbike.” He doesn’t move yet, waiting for me to sit right.
“I’ve never done that before either...”
“But I bet you’ve seen it in movies.” He laughs, reaching back to me and I take his hands. Then he puts my arms around his waist, my hands on his delicious body.
Hell, if it wasn’t for me holding him, I’d probably slide right off, being surrounded with such sexy men is not good for a girl, or her ability to not slip off things when she gets too wet...
Liam slowly starts to walk towards the path to the beach and I have to admit that being up this high is quite an experience, very different than anything I’ve done in the past.
“I bet you do this to impress all the Omegas.” I keep my voice teasing, but at the same time, my stomach feels weird at the thought that he’d let anyone else on his back. I don’t expect him to suddenly stop and I have to hold on tightly not to fall off.
“Not many people get to see me like this.” His voice is low, careful. “Some people think it’s weird, only half shifting.”
My heart hurts at his tone, at how people would mistreat him, even though he’s so beautiful. I lean forward more, putting my lips to his bare back, giving him kiss after kiss. “I think you’re beautiful.” I let out a slight laugh. “And, you know, I can actually talk to you when you’re shifted. How many other shifters can say that they can hold full conversations while shifted?”
He laughs, almost like he’s surprised. “That’s one way to look at it, I guess. Hold on tight.” He puts his hands over my arms as he starts walking again. Then goes faster and faster until he’s running, galloping. Only then does he let my arms go, and he goes even faster.
The wind rushes past, my hair fluttering behind me and there’s a trill going through me. Wow. Fucking, wow.
I look to the side, watching the sea flash past, the beach under his hoofs going so fast that I can barely see more than a sandy coloured streak.
Then, even though I don’t mean to, I can’t help but let out a squeal. Laughing, laughing so hard that it’s hard to keep hold of him. I’ve never felt like this before, this free. This isn’t like flying or anything else like that, this is... This is different. His body vibrates each time his hoofs hit the sand. His muscles moving under me, smooth and strong.
As we reach a group of dunes that come further onto the beach, he slows down, until he stands still, laughing too. “Fucking hell. I’ve not run like that in a long time.” He’s out of breath as he turns to me slightly. “Did you like it?”
“Like it?” I grin. “Wow. For a moment... It felt like a different world.”
“I know.” He smiles and then slowly goes down on his knees, lying in the sand. “Pfff. I should really do this more often, or I’ll look this bad every time I try to impress you. Having no
