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tore his gaze away from the lantern and looked over his shoulder.
    Somehow, Raynard had missed the bank and come down into the water. Concern rolled through Ori’s mind. Then Raynard’s hand landed on Ori’s shoulder, and it was obvious that a dry landing hadn’t been Raynard’s priority.
    He hadn’t touched down within feet of Ori’s bare arse by accident. If Ori’s instincts upon shifting back were all about serving, submitting, and being sure of his master’s acceptance, then Raynard’s instincts were possessive, dominant, and intent on marking his territory.
    There was no need for either of them to fight against instincts that matched together so perfectly.
    Ori arched his back, dipped his head, and gave all control over to his master.
    Raynard quickly altered his grip on Ori’s shoulder, slipping a length of leather beneath his palm. Ori turned his head and saw his collar resting against the curve of his neck. Raynard hadn’t dropped it when he shifted back to his human form. Ori moaned his approval.
    A second later he let out a whimper as Raynard rubbed his cock head against Ori’s arse. Pre-cum smeared against his hole. They didn’t have lube, but Ori was so relaxed after his flight that he was sure that lake water, spit, and mutual desperation would be more than enough to ease their way. He squirmed in Raynard’s grasp, pushing back against Raynard’s cock.
    Raynard didn’t let Ori take much control of their movements, but he seemed to accept Ori’s silent answer. He began to rock his hips, pushing forward in small increments that had to have tested his self-control to the limit this soon after his shift.
    Ori gasped, throwing his head back. He stared up at the night sky, wondering if swan shifters were allowed to howl at the moon, or if that pleasure was reserved solely for lupine shifters.
    Eventually, Raynard pushed forward a final inch, and his cock was completely sheathed in Ori’s arse. All his thoughts dissolved. The world was nothing more than a tight grip, friction, and the rattle of a tag on his collar as it bounced against his shoulder every time Raynard thrust deep inside him.
    Bliss danced and twirled in Ori’s veins, making him dizzy. His footing slipped in the shallow lake water, but Raynard guided his descent and kept their bodies together.
    Kneeling on the sloping bank with just his ankles in the water, Ori bowed his head toward the mud and grass. Unable to remain still, all he could do was push back into his master’s thrusts and trust Raynard to take care of everything else. His cock bounced beneath him, hard and desperate to be touched, but he knew better than to try and reach for his shaft—and not just because the attempt would likely see him fall flat on his face.
    His master would decide if his submissive should feel anything touch his erection. His master would decide if his submissive would be allowed to come. Ori didn’t need to make any decisions. He didn’t need to think. The world was a very simple, very wonderful place.
    Raynard altered the angle of his thrusts. Each movement he made now found Ori’s prostate. Ori desperately tried not to come. Strands of grass came away in his hands as he fumbled at the bank.
    “Come.”
    It wasn’t easy to speak that soon after shifting. Raynard hadn’t given him permission because it was the easy option. But if Raynard had to work hard to issue the command, it was the easiest thing in the world for Ori to obey it.
    Raynard’s next thrust sent ecstasy shooting through every nerve ending in Ori’s body. Terrified that they might be disturbed by a would-be hero trying to stop a murder if he was too loud, Ori bit down on his lip and managed not to scream as he came.
    His cum landed in ropes on the damp ground beneath him. One more thrust, and Raynard’s grip on Ori’s hips tightened. He held Ori firmly in place to receive every drop of his semen.
    Ori’s strength lasted until Raynard fell still, but not a moment longer. His