Author Charlie Richards

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Swimming with Penguins

Kontra's Menagerie: Book Six

Yuma Batacan didn't mean to reveal that he was a penguin shifter to the human, Hunter Driscoll. But between the pain caused by a gunshot wound, the disorientation of waking in a strange place, and the thrilling scent that told him the human was his mate, Yuma couldn't find it in him to stop the change. Now he had to convince the abused and injured human that he wasn't some kind of monster. And Yuma had to do it quick, before Hunter's attackers come back to finish him off.

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    “Get some rest.”

Hunter nodded. He wheeled toward the hall and his waiting bed. His father’s voice made him pause. “Will you ever tell me how he got the better of you?”

Pausing in the hallway, he turned his wheelchair around and met his father’s questioning look. He understood Walter’s confusion. Hunter stood six feet and had quite a bit of lean muscle from working with horses and cows every day. Viktor was a five foot nine twink.

“It’s an embarrassing story.” And one he sure didn’t want to tell his father. It was just a shame Hunter hadn’t known the names or faces of the two men with Viktor. The police knew his ex had had accomplices, just not who they are. Hunter had no way of knowing if they were friends of the man’s or just hired muscle. He hoped the police would be able to convince Viktor to tell them.

After holding his gaze for several seconds, Hunter’s father looked down at the plate he held. “Okay. When you’re ready, Son.”

That would be a cold day in hell, but Hunter didn’t want to tell his dad that. Instead, he nodded. “Thanks, Dad.” He paused, then added, “For everything.”

Walter looked back at him and smiled. “You’re my son, Hunter. I love you. Nothing you do will change that.” He grinned, the move lighting his faded hazel eyes. “That don’t mean I wouldn’t call the cops myself if I thought you were messin’ in something you shouldn’t,” he added.

Hunter smirked. “I know. No drugs, hookers, or murder. I promise.”

When he got the desired response, his dad’s chuckle, Hunter turned back around and headed back toward his bedroom. He could feel his body fading fast, and really wanted to lie down for a couple hours. He’d learned quick it was far better to rest for a few hours than to push it and end up incapacitated.

He paused when he went by the laundry room. Hunter couldn’t resist checking on his patient, so he wheeled into the spacious room and peeked into the sink. The little bird appeared to tremble in its sleep. From his research, Hunter knew penguins took short naps several times a day, often bunched up with other members of their rookery for added warmth. Concerned, he reached down and brushed a palm over the animal’s smooth skin. It was warm and clammy to the touch.

Nibbling on his lip for a moment, Hunter came to a decision. As careful as possible, Hunter lifted the large bundle and set it on his lap. He bit back a curse as pain blossomed through his middle. Once the bird was cradled on his lap, Hunter let out a sigh and closed his eyes to regain his breathing.

Hunter wheeled around and made it to his bedroom with no more stops. First, he laid the penguin on the bed, arranging it in what appeared to be a comfortable position. Hunter then levered himself up next to it. He’d cuddled sick dogs in his bed plenty of times, and hoped and prayed this wouldn’t be too much different. He’d always had an affinity for animals, and somehow ended up unscathed during sticky situations when others ended up bit. He hoped that held true for him now. He didn’t need to wake up to an angry, injured penguin.

Manually maneuvering his legs onto the bed, Hunter covered himself with a throw blanket and eased back onto his pillows. He let out a soft groan and rested his hand on the penguin’s side. He stroked its body gently, crooning nonsense until he fell asleep.

Movement on the bed next to him pulled Hunter from the comfortable doze he’d dropped into. He frowned. His hand was on what felt like flesh, firm, hard, and muscular. Then he remembered he’d taken the penguin to bed with him, wanting to use his body heat to warm the creature. But this didn’t feel like the penguin’s skin.

Cracking an eyelid, he peered next to him, and just about fell off the bed in shock. Staring back at him with wide, terrified brown eyes, was a man. And not just any man. This guy had to be the most beautiful creature Hunter had ever seen.

He had a lean, androgynous face topped with black hair, the tips frosted blond. His eyes were soulful, beautiful, and Hunter thought maybe he could drown in their depths. His short, pert nose led to pouty lips, the bottom one just a bit plumper than the top, and the image of how those lips would look wrapped around his dick immediately invaded his mind, making said cock firm in his flannels.

Trying to control his body’s reaction, he dropped his gaze lower, but that didn’t help. A naked, pale chest greeted his view, complete with two peaked, dusky brown nipples, already firm and ready to be sucked. That was as far as he got before his unexpected bed companion spoke.

“Please don’t hurt me,” the stranger squeaked, trying to inch away from him.

Hunter instinctively tightened his grip, not letting this alluring creature away from him. Hurt you? I want to love you! Whoever in their right mind would want to hurt him? Wait, where the hell did he come from?

Frowning, Hunter glanced around the room. “What happened to the penguin?”

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    It was then that he realized the slender sexy man was naked, completely and utterly naked. Hunter felt his cock thicken. He sucked in a breath and roved his greedy gaze over the man in front of him. Long lines, lean muscle, a compact body. Even his feet are beautiful. Simply stunning.

As he boldly looked his fill, a glance down made Hunter realize Yuma’s pale, slender shaft was filling. The man’s dick was perfectly proportioned to his body, and Hunter’s own cock hardened to full arousal in his flannel shorts. A look up showed the lust glowing in Yuma’s burning hazel-eyed gaze. Shifter or not, Hunter wanted this man with an unreasonable desire. He returned his focus to the dick not too far away from him, and reached out to palm Yuma’s erection.

“Hunter,” Yuma whispered, moaning softly.

Hunter grinned up at Yuma. “I want to taste you, Yuma,” he said. “We’ll figure out the rest later. Is that okay?”

Yuma swallowed hard. Hunter knew he was trying to find his voice, but with his hand on the man’s shaft, pumping slowly, testing its weight and girth, Yuma was having a hell of time replying. A pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip of Yuma’s dick, and Hunter leaned forward and licked it off. A tangy burst of flavor exploded on his tongue and he hummed, happily wanting more.

He leaned down further, intending to suck the tasty dick into his mouth, and pain bloomed through his side. Hunter hissed and straightened. Yuma moaned. “Damn it,” Hunter growled.

That had Yuma’s eyes widening. “Are you—Are you okay?”

“Sit on the bed,” he ordered instead of answering. “And spread your legs.”

For just a second, Hunter thought Yuma wasn’t going to obey. Then Yuma slowly retreated a couple steps and climbed onto the bed behind him. Hunter rolled forward and placed his hands on Yuma’s thighs. He met with resistance when he asked for the man to open his legs.

A glance up showed the worry on Yuma’s face. Hunter vowed to get to the bottom of that soon, right now, he wanted to suck his soon-to-be lover’s dick. “Open your legs for me, Yuma,” he ordered softly. “I promise I only want to give you pleasure.”

Yuma once more obeyed and Hunter rolled forward. He eased one hand under Yuma’s ass and urged him forward to the edge of the bed. He could still feel some resistance, but he knew it was from fear and not because the man didn’t want him. The erection standing tall and proud from the man’s soft, black curls proved that. Besides, he could even understand the fear. What would happen to this man if the wrong person found out about his abilities? A strange feeling of protectiveness flooded Hunter. No one will hurt this man on my watch!

Not wanting to analyze his feelings, Hunter leaned forward a bit and swiped his tongue up the underside of Yuma’s erection, tracing the throbbing vein. He sure liked the way the smaller man whimpered and stuttered his hips. As he took the cap of Yuma’s erection into his mouth and sucked, the heady knowledge that he pleased his new lover had his own dick jerking in his flannel shorts. Yeah, that feels nice.

Hunter massaged the sensitive skin under the flared cap of Yuma’s dick, eliciting a soft groan from the other man. He sank down on the stalk, working it with his lips and tongue. Yuma’s erection hit the back of his throat and he swallowed around it.

Yuma whined and bucked his hips. “Hunter,” he hissed. “So close.”