I can hear Taser follow me into the bathroom, no doubt being prodded by Amelia.
“Bliss?” he asks slowly, locking eyes with me through the glass door of the shower. The steam from the water has already fogged up the glass, but I can see his beautiful deep brown and completely rune-less eyes. My stomach drops a little at that. Taser would have been a safe mate. He wouldn’t reject me and I think we could grow to love each other. But part of me knows we are only ever meant to be friends. Our friends with benefits arrangement never once blurred the lines into something more.
I look away from him, putting my hands out on the shower wall to steady myself.
“I don’t want to be part of cheating,” I tell him, a tear sliding down my cheek.
He pulls off his shirt, revealing a sculpted tan and tattooed torso. “I don’t either.” He begins to unbuckle his belt.
“Then leave,” I reply, but lust has started to kick in, despite what my brain has to say about it. I can’t take my eyes off him as he slides his jeans off and steps up to the shower door. He pulls it open and allows his gaze to rake down my body.
“We broke up.” He takes my injured hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to it.
“You did?” I ask, my head falling to the side to study him.
He pauses, then nods, his eyes darkening. “Well, she dumped me, anyway. Help me get over her?”
I know what he’s doing. With us it’s always been about helping each other. He knows I feel bad about using him, so he’s trying to make sure I know we’ll both get something out of it.
I finally nod, and he steps inside. I reach out, running my fingers over his chest. Then one hand winds around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. My other hand trails down his stomach. Water already starts to dampen his light brown hair, streaming down his body.
He smiles, his mouth so very close to mine, as he closes the gap between us, kissing me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I groan into him, allowing him to hoist me up so that my entrance is lined up with his cock.
My body is so desperate for this that I’m already wet. And Taser knows it. He doesn’t hesitate. He backs me up to the shower wall and pushes inside me. He rolls his hips and I try to meet his thrusts, but mostly I just let him take me, my fingernails digging into his back. He pins me to the wall with his body, his fingers pressing into the flesh of my thighs. I can feel my orgasm building. When he puts his lips on my neck, sucking and kissing, I come undone around him, moaning out his name,my inner walls contracting and squeezing him. He follows me, a hoarse cry falling from his lips as he spills into me.
“Fuck, Bliss,” Taser whispers. The high of succubus sex now flows through his veins. His pupils expand and a lopsided smile appears on his face. He lowers me to my feet and I glance at my hand, now completely healed. I’m still a little tired, but I feel better than I have in ages, physically at least.
Taser thoughtfully helps me wash, dries me with a towel, wraps me in a robe, and carries me out to my bed, where he tucks me back in. He settles down next to me, pulling me into a warm snuggle. We lay there for a bit and after a while a thought occurs to me.
“Taser?” I ask, wondering if he’s fallen asleep.
“Yeah?” he mumbles, his mouth close to my ear.
“What was your bond activation ceremony like?”
He considers my question for a moment, and I can feel him shrug. “Normal, I guess?”
“So the stone was warm and you put your hand on it and nothing really happened? That’s how Amelia described it.”
“Yeah, I suppose it was like that,” he replies.
“Where was your ceremony?” I ask. Taser is thirty-one now, so his ceremony would have been a few years ago, but I don’t remember attending.
“I did it back in New York, so my family could go,” Taser replies, reaching out and playing with a lock of my hair.
“And you were dating Stacey, even though she’s human and you knew she wasn’t your bondmate? Why?”
“Beats being alone.” Taser sighs, and I can feel the bed shift as he sits up. “And I like her, welllikedher, I guess. But, yeah, it’s weird knowing that there’s a type of connection out there bigger than that.”
“Do you think you’ll meet your mate soon?”
Taser leans over and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I try not to think about it, actually.”
“It’s all I can think about,” I murmur, the high of good sex making me sleepy.
Taser laughs and gets up, but I catch his arm, pulling him back to the bed.
“You didn’t feed,” I say, titling my head and offering him my neck.
