“Good. That makes me the first.” Nash wanted to be the first at something. He certainly hadn’t been the first person to claim Abi as a mate, far from it. But he would be the last.
“What if we’re not really mates? What if it’s all a fluke? Like all the others.”
“I still want you for my mate. I’m going to be honest here. I think what we feel is real. But I want you even if it fades.”
“It could be the circumstances. We have to rely on each other.”
Nash put Abi on his feet and put him under the spray. “Put your head back.”
Abi did. “I want it to be real.”
Nash massaged Abi’s head for a bit. “Then it is. It’s as real as your feelings for me, Abi. And as real as mine are for you.”
“You won’t regret it?”
“No matter what happens, I will never regret you.” Nash grabbed the shampoo, poured some into his hand, set the bottle down, then rubbed his hands together before applying it to Abi’s hair and working it in. “Look, a lot of guys in my family have polyamorous relationships. If we’re just a love match and not mates, and we find our mates down the road, I won’t stop loving you. I can promise that. And then I guess we’ll talk about loving another person or two, whatever. I’m open to whatever the future brings, but I want a future with you.”
Abi didn’t say a word as he let Nash rinse the shampoo from his hair. When he was suds-free, he climbed Nash like a tree. Nash heldhim by his ass again. “I think I might sort of love you too. Maybe,” he whispered right before he bit Nash. This time, he broke the skin, leaving a mating mark.
Chapter Eighteen
Abi’s cock hurt. He was so hard he could pound a nail into a board with it.
Nash cursed and then had to brace himself with a hand on the tiles as his orgasm worked through him. He still hung onto Abi with a hand on his ass. A finger rested in the crack but didn’t push in.
Nash’s blood tasted like cinnamon. Abi could smell his cum right before it washed down the drain. It all made for a heady experience.
Abi didn’t know how good the mating bite would be or how he would react, but he didn’t expect the clinginess, although he should have. He loved it when Nash carried him around and held him on his lap.
He couldn’t bring himself to pull his teeth out even after he stopped drinking. He hoped it didn’t hurt very much. Nash didn’t react as though it did. He was still recovering from the orgasm.
It was hot the way Nash came without touching his cock.
Abi’s cock was so hard it hurt. He wiggled around in Nash’s arms, trying to get some friction, which helped. What did the trick was the finger against his hole. Nash rubbed against it but didn’t enter him. Abi pressed into the touch, which pressed his cock against Nash’sabdomen. They did that enough times that Abi came. Even though Nash never breached his opening, it still felt like the best thing anyone had ever done.
Abi’s orgasm made him pull his teeth out. Abi couldn’t keep quiet even if he wanted to. His moan was probably loud enough to alert people in the room next door, not that he cared very much.
“That’s right, boy. That’s a good boy.” Nash held him closer.
Abi licked across the wound to close it. And then he laid his head next to it and ran his finger over each of the fang marks.
He sighed with satisfaction. “Am I heavy?”
“If you were, it would have been an issue before now.” Nash stepped under the spray, letting it cascade down Abi’s back.
“You carry me around a lot.” Abi smiled. “You let me bite you.”
“I have no regrets.” Nash’s finger stilled at Abi’s opening.
“We’re still going to fuck, right? Because I don’t want to stop yet.” Abi could come again. Maybe Nash would make him come a few more times before the night was over. “Full on fuck fest.”
Nash chuckled. “I’ll need a few minutes to recover.”
“Can we call those few minutes foreplay?”
Nash kissed him. “Let’s finish our shower and take this to bed. I want to spread you out and get a taste.”
Abi shivered. “A taste of which part of me?”
