Page 113 of Becoming D'Vaire
They stood and stared at each other—both irritated for different reasons—for several seconds, then Vadimas pulled Delaney into his embrace. “They don’t deserve you,” he repeated softly. He released Delaney and stepped back. “You have a family, a mate, and you’re extremely successful. You’re only twenty-two years old, and you already earned the title of High Arcanist. Let that be enough in this case. They are your past. The two people I’ve sealed your record for are the DNA that formed you and nothing more.”
Delaney did not like mystery, but Vadimas was right and he wasn’t going to budge. “Okay. Fine.”
“I need a drink,” Vadimas muttered, then strode back into the house.
Grigori rose from his chair and laid a soft kiss on Delaney’s mouth. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m going to have to apologize to him. He’s right. If they hadn’t given me up, I wouldn’t be standing here right now. Who knows where my life would’ve gone? I can let them go,” Delaney told him and snaked his arms around Grigori.
Grigori rubbed his back in long strokes as they stood there thinking about the short conversation he just had with Vadimas. From the moment he was born, his differences were obvious. If being a freak meant being a D’Vaire, he would take that any day of the week, which he murmured to Grigori.
“Don’t forget to add a certain absentminded vampire scientist to your list of good things and the entire Volkov family.”
Delaney grinned when their eyes met. “You’ve done pretty well at remembering things since you got here.”
“Yeah, you bang on my lab door really hard.”
“As far as your family goes, I consider them D’Vaires anyway.”
“I can’t think of a better compliment. My mom’s going to love that.”
“You know what I love?” Delaney asked.
“Your butt plug?”
“Well, yeah. What else?”
“You did yell really loud last night when I bit your dick, so I’m going to add that to your list of loves.”
Delaney had lost his mind when Grigori sank his fangs into his hard cock. The orgasm wasn’t immediate—but was it ever intense. It was an experience they would repeat if he did not think too much about the actual bite itself. “I’m going to have to do that to you.”
“I was hoping you’d want to.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Grigori kissed his cheek. “About what you love?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“Greggory?”
“Where is he anyway?”
His vampire dropped another peck on his nose. “Noir’s feeding him cookies.”
“When I first summoned him, I was afraid that one day he would eat so many of them he’d explode. One time he ate an entire package of cookies, and I stared at him for an hour, sure he was going to pop at any moment.”
“You have quite the overactive imagination. I hope you’ll use it to come up with more fun things to do in the bedroom.”
Delaney’s heart thudded strangely in his chest. “Are you getting bored?”
“You’re very smart and observant. You don’t need me to answer that. I yelled just as loud as you did last night.”
“I jerked you so good.”
“So ask me that stupid question again about my supposed boredom.”
With a roll of his eyes and a kiss for his vampire, Delaney shook his head. “Nope, not going to do it.”
