Howling With Lust: An MM Shifter Mpreg Romance by Liam Kingsley

Author:Liam Kingsley [Kingsley, Liam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SFB
Published: 2017-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“WE CAN’T WEAR THESE,” Zeke said, picking up the shredded remnants of their clothes.

“Shit,” Micah breathed, still gasping for air in the wake of their passion.

Zeke had recovered quickly. He had to, or else he would slip and tumble into the feelings which were lapping like a rising tide at the underside of his consciousness. Detachment, that was the key. Just sex. Friends with benefits, right? Right. A timid knock on the door distracted him for a moment, to his immense relief.

“We’re naked, Brandy. We killed our clothes.”

“I’ve got spares,” she said. “I’ll cover my eyes. Are you both human?”

“As the day we were born,” Micah answered, quickly wiping himself off with the rags.

The locks sprung open, and she shoved one pale arm through with a fistful of clothes. Micah’s clothes, Zeke realized. Slacks and button-up shirts. He took the clothes with gratitude, and she closed the door again. He offered Micah first choice; not because he was feeling any particular way, he tried to convince himself. Just because Micah had to go to work from here, while Zeke had arranged to have these few days off.

“Thanks,” Micah said gratefully. “What time is it?”

“I left my phone upstairs,” Zeke said apologetically. “Didn’t want it getting broken.”

“Ditto,” Micah said, glancing worriedly at the sunlight. He pulled his clothes on in record time, finishing before Zeke had even fastened his pants. He shoved his feet into his shoes, took one last disgusted glance at the remnants of their night, then moved to walk out the door. He paused to look Zeke in the eye.

“You better go,” Zeke said, his throat tightening. “You don’t want to be late.”

Micah kissed him firmly, stealing his breath.

“Dinner tonight,” Micah said with no room for argument. “You pick the place.”

He left without giving Zeke a chance to respond, which was just as well. Zeke didn’t have the faintest idea what to say. He finished dressing and pulled his own shoes on, glancing as Micah had at the pile of...he didn’t want to name it. It just felt wrong.

“Brandy?” He called as he stepped through the door. “Do you have a broom or trash bag or something?”

“Here,” George’s voice said from behind his shoulder, startling him. “Throw the shells in here, I’ll put them in the incinerator.”

Turning, Zeke’s first impression was that George looked utterly exhausted. He wondered if he looked that bad. He took the wheeled trash can from George with thanks, as well as the wide, shallow shovel George offered. He would rather not touch...those.

“You call them shells?” Zeke asked as he rolled the can into his cell.

“Sounds better than skin suits. My first thought,” George explained at Zeke’s shocked look.

“Yeah...yeah it does. So how does this work? I still have all my freckles and scars and things.” Zeke tried not to look at what he was doing as he shoveled the mess away.

“Hell if I know,” George shrugged. “Nothing about this makes sense, why should that? I went under with a bloody thumb one night, came back with the same bloody thumb.

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