Page 29 of Becoming D'Vaire
“In private, you can be Delsaurus Sex.”
“You know, I wasn’t going to say anything since you’re committed to doing all this science stuff to help your people, but there’s a good chance you might spend too much time in your lab.”
“Oh, there’s no chance. It’s afact.”
“Are you worried about having some powerful wizard blood? Would you have preferred a vampire mate? You know, that way you can show up at the vamp club in your matching leather pants and watch some sexy stuff before retreating to a private space to do the same things to each other.”
“In the vampire world, there’s nothing more fiercely envied than someone whose mate isn’t another vamp. To be reliant upon your other half for the blood you need is considered the ultimate gift from Fate. I’m not worried about drinking yours. It might make me feel drunk, or I might strip off my underwear and run down the road. We’ll find out together when we’re ready for that step and for the record, I didn’t have the leather pants fantasy until I met you. I didn’t want a vampire, I would’ve had to hope they only drank the bagged stuff like I do or worry about them wanting to fuck someone else. That’s not for me. I’ve always known that, and I’m glad Fate did too.”
“You only drink bagged stuff?”
“I’m twenty-six. Most people had already switched before I was born, and I invented the nearly synthetic formula. I can’t run around sucking neck at this point.”
“ ‘Sucking neck,’ ” Delaney repeated with a chuckle. “Why do shifters taste like shit?”
“I guess because they’re technically half animal. It’s not palatable for vampires. The ones who wind up mated to shifters basically acclimate to the crappy taste of their other half.”
“Guess you’re glad I’m not a D’Vaire dragon.”
“Absolutely. I’d be like, ‘Yeah, Delsaurus, you’re hot as fuck, but your blood tastes like skunky beer.’ ”
“I’d be begging for you to feed and you’d say, ‘Not tonight, babe,’ ” Delaney responded.
“ ‘I’ve got a headache, honey.’ ”
“So I shouldn’t worry about what’s going to happen to you if we’re ever at the point where you drink from me?”
“When, not if.”
“What?”
“You said ‘if’ we’re ready for me to drink your blood, not when. I’m committed to this relationship. I know my actions haven’t shown that yet, but I believe strongly in Fate. I don’t have any issue at all with drinking from you someday. As a scientist, I’m insanely curious how I’ll react, and I hope you won’t be nervous, because my mom’s going to drive herself crazy enough for all of us,” Grigori confessed.
“You’re easy to talk to. I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t always have the best of luck with people.”
“You’re different, and people are naturally afraid of things they can’t immediately figure out. I think it’s been hard for you being the only dark wizard.”
“I’m not going to fill your ear with complaints.”
“You live in a sanctuary, so I know your life hasn’t been all roses and tender, loving vampires.”
“Tender, loving vampires?”
“I’m going to totally be that. Just you wait,” Grigori promised.
“I like that you’re weird.”
“I’m expecting you to hold up your end of the bargain and be just as quirky.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“You want to know something?”
“What?”
“I’m fucking starving. I need to raid the kitchen.”
“Well, if someone had shown up to this fancy, romantic restaurant he invited a certain dark wizard to, you wouldn’t be hungry.”
