After a minute, he relaxes against me, and I nuzzle his shoulder for a beat before I bite him again. I laugh as I do it, and he tenses and groans and dives right into another orgasm. I choke on my evil giggles when Siah gives me a payback bite, and the orgasm that slams into me is so intense I almost black the fuck out. I scream and hold him tightly, begging him to have mercy on me, and then I sag against his shoulders and feel him chuckle against me. We lean against each other, panting, and I’m not even sure if I have the energy to separate myself from him.
“Sneaky mate,” he mumbles into my shoulder, and I vibrate with lazy laughter and realize I have the muscle power of a wet noodle.
“Well, it’s official, you’re stuck with me now,” I tell him, my tone deliciously sated and way more chirpy than usual, but I guess multiple back-to-back orgasms will do that to a girl.
I can feel Siah’s smile against my shoulder. He kisses each of the bites on my neck and shoulder and then pulls out of me. I slide down the wall like a lethargic jellyfish and thank the fucking stars that I don’t crumble to the ground when I get my feet underneath me.
“Jokes on you,” Siah teases. “I’m a cover hog, I leave piles of dirty clothes around my room all the time, and I dog ear pages in books.”
I gasp in mock horror at the last one. “Not the books,” I plead.
Siah shakes his head shamefully. “I know, I know. I buy bookmarks in bulk, but do you think I can find the sneaky fuckers when I need one? Nope, like socks in the dryer, they just disappear,” he tells me and then looks off into the distance longingly.
“I’m pretty sure they go to the same place all my hair ties disappear to,” I sigh.
“I just hope they’re happy, wherever they are,” he whispers dramatically, and I crack up and hop under the still warm spray to clean up.
“So if I bite you right now, will you come again?” I ask, half teasing and half curious.
Siah takes a step away from me, and I chuckle.
“I honestly don’t know how long that particular side effect lasts,” he admits and grabs the shampoo.
Siah lathers up his hair, and that yummy man smell fills the shower again. I step out of the warm spray and lean against the wall and breathe deeply until my head is swimming with the deep scent.
“I wonder how many orgasms I could have consecutively before I imploded?” I ask offhandedly, and Siah laughs as he rinses his hair out.
“I don’t think I could handle more than four before I shriveled up into nothing. Pretty sure males aren’t meant for multiple back-to-back releases.”
“Yeah, that is a lot of magical ball butter to lose in one go,” I agree, and Siah barks out a laugh.
“What the hell did you just say?” he questions on a guffaw, and his laughter is contagious.
“I read it somewhere, and it cracked me the fuck up. I’ve always wanted to use it in the right context, and here we are.” I motion to his dick and then the shower. “Look at you, owning this mate shit already and making my dreams come true,” I razz and raise my hand for a high five. He gives me one and laughs even harder. “For real though, don’t shrivel up and die; I really like your blood, so as a good mate, I vow to not force you to have more than four orgasms consecutively,” I tell him.
Siah snickers and shakes his head at me. “Fine, as a good mate, I vow to make sure that youdohave at least four orgasms consecutively.”
I laugh, and we shake hands to seal the deal. Siah pulls me back under the warm water and runs his gaze over my face before dipping down to kiss me slowly. I run my fingers through his wet hair and get lost in the feel of his lips on mine.
“Mmmm,” he mumbles against my lips. “Look at you, owning this mate shit already and making my dreams come true,” he parrots on a whisper, his lips skimming mine. I smile, and we both study each other for a moment.
“I think I like you, Siah,” I tease, and he hums his approval.
“Good ’cause you’re stuck with me,” he counters.
“What made you finally decide?” I ask, curious.
“Your mate Sabin told me to trust the magic. He explained that there was a time when he had doubts and worries and didn’t know how things were going to work out. But he said when all else fails, he’s learned to trust magic because it’s pure, makes us who we are, and always leads us exactly where we need to be.”
My throat gets tight, and my eyes sting with emotion. He told me the same thing once, and I never really thought much about how true it is. “Fuck, I have some good mates,” I announce and wipe a stray tear away.
“Looks like you do,” Siah agrees.
“We should probably get you dry and somewhere comfortable before your runes show up and you question whether being my mate is all it’s cracked up to be,” I joke and push the shower door open and reach for a towel.
“Sorik told me once about what it felt like to get his Chosen runes. I know what I’m in for, Vinna, and there won’t be a moment, no matter how agonizing it is, where I’m not completely honored and grateful for what I’m being given.”
I hand him a towel and swallow past emotion that’s making my throat tight. “Thank you, Siah. That means a lot.” I give him a small smile and step out of the shower to dry off.
