All Hycinth and I ever did was have sex at the slightest opportunity. We did it anytime and everywhere until Gertrude became annoyed.

“You must have been starved of sex in your previous relationship,” she commented one day. “Don’t you ever get tired?”

“You could ask Hycinth that too,” I replied cheekily and that silenced her.

Hycinth and I were unofficially mates. His mother had tried to choose a mate for him a couple of times because he never felt the mate bond with anyone.

According to him, once he’s had sex with them, he loses interest in having a proper relationship with them. He’s had a ‘taste’ of all...