Page 66 of Siren in Love
He watched as Mike ordered them a few slices so they could share.We’re going to get spoiled, but it’s fine.He looked at Mike’s neck.The bruises are almost gone.
When Mike got off the phone, he made his way across the bed, showering Corvin with kisses until giggles broke out of him.
“Hey!”
“I love you.”
Corvin turned on his back so he could look up at his fiancé.“I love you too, Pineapple Mike.How about a September wedding?”
Mike froze for a second, then his smile stretched.“Not a lot of time, but if that’s what you want, we’ll make it work.”
“September is good.Warm, but not too warm.Long nights.Ooh, we’re going to get a cake, right?Pineapple cake?”
Mike frowned.“I’m not getting out of that, am I?”
Corvin stuck out his tongue.“May I remind you, it was you who hit on me.I was just doing some grocery shopping, very innocent like, and you thrust a pineapple in my face.And you tried to get me to have sherbet with you!”
“Ithrustit in your face?”Mike kissed the spot below Corvin’s collarbone.
“Yes.”
“I thought you liked it when I thrust.”
It wasn’t any siren magic that had them kissing and touching for the next ten minutes.It was slow and easy, two people who knew each other well enough to caress them just right, make them feel good with the smallest effort.
The staff knocked on their door soon after, and Mike put on a robe to take the cake from them, bringing it back to bed like the magnificent prize it was.
“You know, I don’t understand it, but I’m hungry all over again.”
Mike chuckled.“Shock, probably.And you’ve been having a lot of orgasms.”
“Well, whose fault is that?”
Mike placed a plate between them—something chocolaty.He held out a fork to Corvin but didn’t let go when Corvin reached to take it, a faraway look on his face.
“Mike?”
His eyes flicked to Corvin’s.“Yeah.Listen, I…I’ve been holding back.Ever since I met you.Almost since the day I met you.We sirens like singing.We especially like singing to the ones we love.Do you think… Can I sing to you?”
Corvin’s mouth fell open, the fork all but forgotten.“Now?”
Mike nodded.“Yes.”
“Should I do anything?Oh, should I get dressed?”
Mike chuckled.“That’s a terrible idea.Wearing nothing is a good look for you.”
“Why, thank you.So I just…”
“You just listen.”
Corvin nodded, scrambling into a sitting position.
He had to wait.It took Mike some time to get ready, but Corvin didn’t mind that.
Mike dropped the forks on the bed and took both of Corvin’s hands in his.He opened his mouth, and he sang.
Corvin had been a reader first.Among many other things, he’d read poetry.Good poetry and bad poetry.Siren song had no words to it, yet poetry was the closest thing Corvin could liken it to.Good poetry, the kind that burrows into your heart and nests there, only to birth a winged creature later.
