As we work in tandem, I find excuses to touch him. Now that the door has been opened, I want to follow the trail as far as it will go. I want to explore everything with him, just as I have with Fiona. He leans into me every time, and he even stops me so we can touch foreheads.
“Wow, smells good in here,” says Fiona when she joins us an hour later. “What is it?”
“Spaghetti and meatballs,” Shathar answers. He shows her the page from the cookbook, and she makes appropriately enthused sounds. When she sits down, I pour each of us a glass of red wine.
“The book said that red wine goes well with red sauce,” I tell her, leaning down to peck her nose.
“Very smart book.”
Soon, I have the pot of boiling water going, and I think it’s time. Shathar adds the hard pasta to the water and we set a timer as the meatballs continue baking in the oven.
Finally, I sit down next to Fiona at the table and take her hand in mine. She gazes up at me with curiosity in her blue eyes.
“You look like you have something to say,” she remarks with a lopsided smile. “What is it?”
I glance up at Shathar, who’s watching us both intensely. He nods in affirmation, understanding what I want to do.
“Last night,” I begin, “Shathar and I discovered something. Not only are we your fated mate, but…” I clear my throat. “We are each other’s, too.”
Fiona blinks.
“Wait. Are you saying that you two, um, like each other?” Her eyes widen. “Wait, seriously? Is that true, Shathar?”
“Yes. Khesan and I have also mate bonded.”
Her mouth falls open. “Whoa. That’s…” She trails off, then leaps out of her chair. “That’s fucking awesome!” Her howl of victory fills up the whole house. “Holy shit. I called it. I totally called it.”
Both of us furrow our brows. “Called… what? I did not see you make a phone call.”
“No, no. Marguerite was having an existential crisis last night. That’s why we went to the calm room for so long. But when I came back, I thought the energy was different. I could feel it, I think, that you two had… you know.” She makes kissy faces with her lips. “Mate bonded.”
It’s then that I realize I’m grinning like a fool in love. I get to my feet and throw my arms around Fiona, over the moon that I found such a wonderful human woman to call my own. Shathar rises, too, and embraces both of us at the same time.
My bubble of joy, though, falters when I remember that one of us must go. We do not get to enjoy this forever. But for this one moment, I try to put it in the back of my mind and not consider what will happen at the end of our trial.
Then the timer goes off for the pasta, and Shathar and I rush to get the rest of the meal ready. Fiona is beaming when we bring the plates to the table, and she sips her wine like a queen.
“My husbands are husbands,” she sings to herself as she tastes her food. “Oh my god, this is amazing. What the hell? And you can cook like this, too?” She dramatically falls back in her chair. “I’m a goner.”
I don’t know what this means, but I think she is happy with our meal. Shathar shoots me a smug look.
After cleaning up dinner, all I want is to take my mates to bed and find out what new pleasures await me there, now that Shathar and I have crossed the threshold. But Fiona is still tired from partying and wants nothing more than to cuddle with both of us on the couch and watch a silly movie until she falls asleep.
I am, unfortunately, quite aroused as the movie ends, and I pick Fiona up to carry her to bed.
“Set her here,” whispers Shathar, gesturing to the far right side. I quirk a brow but don’t ask questions as I do as I’m told, then we work together to remove Fiona’s heavy outer layers. When we’re finished, Shathar waves at me to come over to him.
Before I climb onto the left side of the bed, I remove my clothes, and Shathar’s eyes get bigger as I expose more of myself. Once I’m naked, he does the same, and my cock is protruding mightily from my slit as he tosses his shirt aside. His fans flare as I crawl on top of him, already eager to touch him.
His cock has emerged from his slit, and he lets out a hiss when my hand wraps around it. His pupils dilate, and when I squeeze, his eyes close and his head falls back. I think he likes this.
I touch him as I would like to be touched, which is new. Often I am exploring Fiona’s unusual human body and testing as I go, but Shathar is familiar. My hand coasts up and down over his nalopo, which have gained new meaning.
In response, he does the same, fisting me with one hand and then stroking down to the root. Soon, we tease each other in tandem, and all I want is to feel his body against mine. As if understanding what it is I want, Shathar pushes me down to the bed, lowering himself so his cock lies across my belly. He draws his hips back so he drags himself over me. I bite back a groan when he wraps his hands around both of us, squashing our cocks together, and rubs us both the way we do when we are both inside Fiona at the same time.
Vakha. I could come just like this. But I know what I want to do first. This is what I would want done to me, and with Shathar, I can use that knowledge to my advantage.
I will make him moan my name.
