“Listen,” I say and take a step toward him. “There’s no pressure.” My magic chooses that exact moment to send a purple flash across my forearm. “Ignore that,” I prompt. “It has a mind of its own and no fucking tact. So I happen to like your blood, and you happen to like mine. Clearly, my magic is drawn to you, but that doesn’t mean you have to force yourself into a situation that you’re not comfortable with. We’re all new to this mate thing. We’re all getting to know each other more and more every day. And we all know this is going to take a lot of work. It’s not for everyone, and if it’s not for you, that’s cool, no hard feelings. Okay?”
I give Siah a reassuring smile and then do this awkward snap clap thing with my hands before I turn to the rest of the guys. “I’m going to go shower. I make no promises about there being any hot water when I’m done,” I announce and then sprint to the bathroom and slam the door behind me.
Yells of protest fill the room on the other side of the door, and I can’t help but laugh. I feel flushed all over from all of this mate talk. I also feel confused as fuck and overwhelmed by everything in general. I don’t know what will happen if Siah decides this isn’t for him. I don’t know if I’ll feel like there’s a missing piece or if my magic will just tag the next eligible bachelor, but even as I think that, the notion doesn’t sit well with me. I rub my dirty hands over my dirty face and make my way over to the large glass enclosed shower.
I thought at first that maybe my magic just tagged strong options for me, Chosen who were magically a good fit. But now I don’t think that’s actually how it works. Each of the guys feels like they’ve been handpicked just for me. The way I fit with each of them is unique. Our personalities mesh and complement one another, and there’s an ease with them that doesn’t exist just anywhere. It’s like I’ve known them forever, even though I haven’t. I’ve never believed much in destiny and fate, and yet when Torrez said thatmaybe his soul recognized that this is where he was always meant to be, I felt that. Felt the truth of it resonate in the deepest part of who I am.
Siah’s fangs on my neck, Ryker’s hands on my body, and Sabin in just a towel flash through my mind, and I stare at the temperature dial in the shower. Fuck, maybe I’d be better off taking an ice bath at this point.Stupid-ass hormones and hot mates.A strike of purple magic blinks up my torso, and I roll my eyes at it.You mind your own damn business, magic, and just so we’re clear, hoarding is not an attractive trait.Violet magic sparks up on my arm and moves across the back of my hand and blinks out at the tip of my middle finger. I stare at my hand, open-mouthed, not sure if I should laugh or be offended by the fact that I’m pretty sure my magic just told me to fuck off.
I laugh.Cheeky fucking magic!
28
Ilook in the mirror and take in the disaster that is everything about me right now. I haven’t showered in way too long, and after this battle, I’m covered in a layer of ash and blood. Tear tracks mark my face, and on one cheek, the streaks reveal what looks like blood under the ash. I wipe at it, and the ash disappears to show a bloody handprint on my cheek. I stare at the mark Lachlan left on my face and make a mental note to call the sisters. None of us have had much of a chance to discuss what just happened to Lachlan or Keegan. I feel sad about what happened, how it happened. I can’t imagine how the twins feel or the rest of the guys who grew up around a happy and loving Lachlan and Keegan.
It feels surreal to know I’ll never see them again, but when I focus on that, I just feel hollow about it. Like I can feel their absence, but I don’t know how it will really affect me. I guess time will tell. I strip out of my underwear and bra and throw them into the garbage. I turn the shower on, and the spray comes out warm, probably from Sabin having just been in here. I step underneath the spray and adjust the dial until the water is scalding. A river of black and red flows off my body and disappears down the drain, and I stand under the downpour from the showerhead until the water at my feet runs clear.
I wash my hair and try not to get too lost in the masculine smell of the shampoo. I rinse and scrub my hair twice to make sure it’s clean, and I squeak in delight when I find conditioner in the shower too. It smells citrusy and not nearly as good as the shampoo, but it’s a fucking miracle. I fill my palm with it and start working it through my very knotted and tangled hair. I’m methodically finger combing the mixture through every snarl when the door to the bathroom opens and shuts.
My vagina instantly clenches in anticipation, and I tell it to calm the fuck down. Someone could just be in here to pee. No one announces themselves, and I wait awkwardly in the quiet bathroom, wondering what the hell is going on. I wipe at the foggy condensation on the glass wall of the shower, and I’m startled when Siah suddenly appears on the other side of it.
“Hey,” I greet him awkwardly, my eyes fixed on his icy blue gaze.
He runs his palm over the back of his head and drops his gaze for a minute before bringing it back up, his stare more determined. “They were…um…doing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to come in here with you, but when I stepped in to participate, they said it should be me.”
I chuckle and shake my head at the guys and their fucking rock, paper, scissors shenanigans.
“Is…is that okay?” Siah asks, his gaze more unsure with every word.
“Yeah,” I tell him matter-of-factly. “If you’ve decided this is what’s right for you, then I’m glad you’re here.”
I high-five myself for playing it cool, but inside I’m relieved, and I’m leading a fucking marching band in celebration from my heart right down to my vagina. Excitement zings through me and pools at my core, and I step away from the steamy glass and rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Siah watches me through the foggy barrier for a minute as I grab the body wash and quickly clean my body. Heat and anticipation simmer inside of me, and I gasp quietly when Siah pulls his shirt off and moves to drop his pants. I quickly run my magic from head to toe and magic away any unwanted body hair. My nipples pebble as I watch a blurry Siah undress.
I can’t make out many details, but my imagination is not left to its own devices for long. The glass door to the shower opens, and in steps Siah in all his naked glory. I’m not shy or reserved in my perusal of him, and he chuckles at my brazen visual exploration. His skin is silky and perfect. He’s soft and smooth over muscles that are a hint too big to be called lean. He has a trail of brown hair that starts just below his belly button, moves down past his Adonis belt, and disappears into more hair around his thick hard cock.
Siah reaches down and strokes himself as he returns my perusal. His light blue eyes rake down my body and caress slowly and appreciatively back up. I wait for him under the stream of hot water, liking how it flows down my hard nipples, past my stomach, and through the dark curls that crest my thighs. I dip my head back so water can stream down my back, and I squeak in surprise when Siah flashes in front of me pressing his chest into mine and wrapping his arms around my waist.
He pulls me into him, and his mouth is on mine in a blink. He sucks on each of my lips in turn and coaxes me to open up for him. One of his palms traces down to squeeze my ass, and the other is pressed up between my shoulder blades, both of our hard nipples pressed firmly against each other’s chest. He kneads my ass and groans into my mouth, and I grind against him. He feels foreign to me as I trace the planes of his arms and shoulders and lose myself in our kiss. And yet there’s that pull, that strange foundation of comfort that I’ve had with all of my Chosen.
I’ve never run my hands all over his wet hard body like I am now, but he still feels like he’s mine as I explore him with my fingertips. His hard cock is pushed up and trapped between our stomachs, and I stick my ass out to create room and press it down between my thighs. I stroke him a couple times, liking his growl that fills my mouth and the feel of him in my palm. I grind against his hard shaft as his tongue leads mine, and we kiss until we’re both panting.
“Are you sure?” I ask him as magic comes to life all over my arms, and he moans as he absorbs it.
“Yes,” he pants and claims my mouth again.
I shove Sentinel magic into him, pulling away and sucking on his bottom lip as I fill him with my power and will it to mark him. I’ve never marked any of my Chosen and then immediately after had sex with them, and I’m not sure if Siah will just get Chosen runes or all of them when this is done. He squeezes my ass even harder and guides my hips up his length, and I love the sensation, but I need more. I open my mouth to demand it, when Siah kisses down my throat and laps at my sensitive, hard nipple. He picks me up with his other hand and leans me back against the wet, cool stone of the shower wall.
He teases my nipple, each flick of his tongue like lightning straight to my clit, and then he sucks on it hard and thrusts into me. I moan and grind down against him, and he pauses inside of me for a minute before pulling out shallowly and then pumping back in. His pace starts out slow, languid and disciplined. He circles his hips against my clit with each deep push inside of me, and he moves up to kiss me. He explores my mouth and my body, learning what elicits a moan or a pant or encouragement. He fucks me slowly against the wall until he knows my body better, and then he moves down and sucks hard on my nipples and picks up his pace.
The sound of his hips slamming against mine fills the shower, mixing with our moans. Siah’s attention moves from my breasts back up my body, and I feel the tips of his fangs teasing my skin as he sucks on my neck and then my shoulder. Magic and need surge inside of me, and I press his head more firmly against my neck. He groans and moves in and out of me faster. I nip at his earlobe.
“Siah, I need you to fuck me harder and sink those fangs in my neck,” I demand, but instead of immediately listening, he brings a claw up to his neck and nicks his right side.
He doesn’t even have tell me what he wants me to do, because as soon as he moves his hand away, I lock my lips around the cut and suck at his neck. His blood fills my mouth, and he tastes and feels so fucking good. I hold on to him tighter, moaning against his skin as his blood and cock fill me up and light up all of the nerve endings in my body.
He bites into me right where my neck meets my shoulder, and as soon as his fangs are in me, it takes everything to a whole other level. It’s like every inch of me becomes a million times more sensitive. I can feel everything so much more intensely, and it immediately sends me into a mind-blowing orgasm. I suck on his neck hard and then have to pull away to moan and mewl through my release.
Siah feeds on and fucks me hard right into another orgasm, and my entire body starts to tingle from the overload of pleasure. He buries himself deep inside of me and licks at my neck, and just when he comes, he bites me again, and I shatter around him for a third time. I spasm around his cock over and over again, and he grinds against me, riding out his release. Blood trickles down his chest, and I lean forward and lap it up. He moans, and a thought pops into my head. I lick at the cut on his neck and then bite down a little on it and suck hard. Siah shouts out and tries to move even deeper inside of me, and I know I just made him come again.
