Sage wrapped his arms around his mate. When Garridan sank his teeth in, Sage came so hard he saw stars.
Sage bit down on Garridan’s shoulder and tasted the hot liquid on his tongue. Garridan grunted and his movements became erratic. He took two long pulls before letting go. He licked at Garridan’s wound, kissing it.
Garridan held on for several more seconds before he pulled his teeth out.
“I can feel how satisfied you are.” Sage’s lips moved against Garridan’s shoulder.
“You feel…less broken.” Garridan did have a way of putting things.
Sage laughed. “You put me back together with your cock.”
Garridan chuckled. “That isn’t true.”
Garridan’s softened cock fell out of Sage and he rolled onto his back against the sink cabinet. He pulled Sage with him, which Sage appreciated. “Can we do it like that again?”
“Oh yeah.” He lay his head on Garridan’s chest, his hand moving down his torso. That was when he saw it.
“Oh my god, you’re bleeding!” Sage yelled and sat up. Sage grabbed the towel that was on the floor and used it to clean up some of the blood.
“It’s just blood,” Garridan said.
Sage scowled at him. “It’s your blood. We did too much. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
“That was worth it.”
Someone knocked on the door and then the knob turned without waiting for an answer. “Move back if you’re next to him, Sage. And I’ll heal him,” Lucas said. A hand with a ball of energy in it was the only thing Sage saw.
Sage backed up against the side of the bathtub. “I moved.”
Lucas set the energy free and it went into Garridan. Garridan winced and rolled onto his back. “Damn it, that hurt.”
Sage moved back to him then. He lay his head on his chest.
“I could have done it while you two were fucking, but I figured I’d let you finish first. I had no idea that you were a screamer, Sage.” Lucas laughed even as the door closed.
Then the door opened again, and Vaughan peeked around. Sage grabbed the towel and threw it over Garridan’s cock. They might have been shifters, but Vaughan didn’t need to see what his mate’s spent cock looked like. “Go away, Vaughan.”
“I just wanted to tell you that unlike Lucas, I did take you for a screamer. For the record.” Vaughan grinned.
“Get out!” Sage said and picked up the nearest thing he could find, which happened to be the wet washcloth on the side of the tub. Sage threw it, aiming for Vaughan’s head. He would have hit it too, but Vaughan pulled the door closed at the last minute.
Vaughan and Lucas laughed their asses off in the next room.
“Assholes!”
“That’s what he said,” Vaughan yelled.
Sage rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“You’re my screamer, baby.” Garridan rubbed his back.
“Oh my gods, you did not just say that.”
“What?”
Chapter Seventeen
Sage woke, rubbing his cheek against Garridan’s chest, trying to go back to sleep. He made a valiant effort to win the battle for a few minutes before his brain wanted him to wake again. He was so warm and comfortable that he didn’t want to move.
