Page 106 of Becoming D'Vaire
“Lord Grigori, High Arcanist, welcome to Divine Ichor. If the rest of your guests will allow me to swipe their cards, we can have someone escort you to the Volkov balcony,” the security guard at the door said as soon as he spotted them. The news of Grigori’s matebond ceremony had made its way through the Vampyr Clutch, and so he wasn’t surprised they addressed Delaney correctly. The four men with them swiped their IDs and were greeted properly; then they wound their way up to the second floor where Nikolai kept a large table for his family and their guests.
“Can I get drinks for you?” a waitress asked, appearing out of nowhere while they were getting into their seats. Grigori ordered two crimson craves for him and Delaney while the others chose normal beverages. Crimson crave was the strongest vampire aphrodisiac currently available, and he couldn’t wait until Delaney drank it.
“I was expecting something different,” Duff said.
“Like what?” Grigori asked as he scooted closer to Delaney and put a hand on one dragonskin-covered thigh.
“I don’t know, I guess I was expecting like an orgy in the center of the room or something,” Duff explained with a shrug.
“It’s much more tasteful than that,” Grigori replied as he let his gaze sweep over the space below. There were rooms aplenty, and he was sure there was an abundance of people inside enjoying the amenities in groups, but in view were vampires enjoying themselves. Many of the humans supplying blood were scantily clad, and plenty of vampires were wearing little attire as well.
In one of the shadows, two men were preparing for sex and it caught Delaney’s eye too, because he whispered close to Grigori’s ear. “That vampire over there has his fingers buried in that guy’s ass, doesn’t he?”
Grigori turned his head to find a pair of black eyes dancing with delight and a bit of lust. “Yep.”
Their waitress materialized again and set their drinks down. Delaney picked his up and handed Grigori’s to him. Then he clinked them together and gulped down the entire glass. He set it back on the table with a clink. “I mean business,” he told Grigori.
“I see that,” Grigori responded with a chuckle. He decided sipping was a better idea than dumping it into his system. Turning his attention back to the club, he slid his hand a little higher on Delaney’s leg and squeezed. It didn’t matter what he was drinking, the wizard himself was intoxicating enough.
The two men who were the center of his attention before had disappeared. Grigori guessed they’d decided to finish behind closed doors.
“So Grigori, the last club I was at used the lavender-and-vanilla scented wizard potion to sanitize and clean the rooms available for sex. What do vampires use?” Idris asked.
His lips curved. “Roses, of course. The ones behind us belong to the Volkovs, and you’re all welcome to use them,” he said. His eyes met Delaney’s. “The one in the middle is ours. Nikolai had it decorated for us.”
“Good,” Delaney responded. He put his hand over Grigori’s and slid both of their palms high enough that there was one perfect ball touching his pinky.
“How was your drink?” he asked Delaney.
“Delicious. You should finish yours.”
Grigori was only about halfway through it, but they’d just arrived at the club. “I’m getting there.”
“There are three people making out together down there. Don’t you think that’s hot, Del?” Duff asked.
Delaney angled his neck to get a peek. “Be hotter if it was three guys.”
“I like the music here, it’s unobtrusive,” Carter observed. “Better than the ear pounding you get at regular clubs, but still loud enough so you don’t hear what’s going on when people get freaky.”
“At least we know why vampires keep these so secret. They’d be packed if everyone was allowed in,” Mac added.
“I like that it’s dark enough so that even if you are in public view, there’s still some privacy if you want it. All you have to do is pick one of the sofas not under a light,” Idris said.
“I like Grigori,” Delaney announced. “But I want him to finish his drink.”
Being a dutiful mate was important, so Grigori polished off what was left in his glass. He’d barely set it down when the sexy wizard got out of his chair and straddled Grigori. “Hello, Delsaurus.”
Delaney didn’t answer; he sealed their mouths together. He didn’t tease or play—it was a ravenous kiss and one that was a prelude to great sex. Sliding his hands under the almost-sweater, he roamed downward to squeeze Delaney’s perfect ass. After moving his palms back up, he pulled away slightly to tug the top over his head and bared Delaney’s chest.
They stared at one another, and Grigori loved that his cheeks were already flushed. It was his fantasy coming to life: Delaney wearing nothing but his dragonskin pants and his thick collar. The little bit of light where they were seated managed to play off the two roses with the small bud on his left arm above the ten circles he’d earned as a wizard. There was no one as gorgeous as his man.
The world around them disappeared as the crimson crave took over Grigori’s normally intelligent brain. All he wanted to think about was being buried inside Delaney. The wizard was on the same page. Heedless of any audience they might have, his tongue stabbed through Grigori’s lips and they made out in earnest. Grigori cupped Delaney’s ass again and shoved him forward so their hardening cocks could touch.
“Wow,” he heard one of their companions say in an awed voice. He was too trapped in lust to recognize the voice.
It didn’t get any better when Delaney ended the kiss and murmured next to his ear, “I’m wearing the plug.”
“Get up,” he ordered. Delaney scrambled to his feet, and Grigori grabbed his hand.
