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His brows came together in an annoyed line. “Why not now?”
“My ass needs you. Wait your turn.”
Delaney’s husky laugh filled his ears; then he molded their mouths together. Grigori set aside his fear over shadow walking as Greggory flew off his shoulder, retreating from the sexy times about to happen. He gave himself over to the exquisite feelings Delaney stirred in him. He needed to be filled up by him, and he could tell by the voracious way he was kissing him that Delaney was on the same page.
Chapter 25
Sitting at his desk, Delaney grinned at the wall. The night before, he’d taken Grigori again, and it was even better than the first time around. He wasn’t nearly as nervous with a tiny bit of experience under his belt, and he lasted longer than a couple of seconds. He’d even waited to shoot his load until Grigori’s hole clamped down on his dick like a vise.
Delaney doubted he’d ever come so hard. If that wasn’t enough to make him smile, Grigori had special plans for their evening, and he couldn’t wait to feel the plug buried in him. Since he first started masturbating, he’d learned how sensitive he was, and he wanted to explore that side of himself with Grigori.
His expression grew pensive as he thought about his vampire. For some reason, he had elected not to settle into his new lab. Delaney worried that Grigori was disappointed with it or that he preferred to stay at his old one, but his other half assured him nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, he was not going to be working at all.
He decided to take the day off—no science and no equations. Delaney hoped it was not because he was stressing out over their future and the upcoming ceremony. He would call the damn thing off before he let it churn Grigori up. As if the man in question heard his thoughts, Grigori popped his head into the office.
“Hey, you busy?”
Delaney stood and met Grigori halfway across the room. “Never too busy for you, what’s up?”
“I’d like to speak with you privately. Will you come to our bedroom with me?”
“Yeah, sure. Everything okay? Larissa wanted to meet with us to go over her designs for our room. Since you decided to take the day off, I told her it would be all right. I was going to text you.”
“That’s fine, I won’t need much of your time,” Grigori said as he grabbed his hand and led him out of the office and the building.
“Are you upset?”
“No, we just have something important to do.”
Delaney had no clue what Grigori was talking about, but he was glad he wasn’t upset, though he wasn’t his normal, quirky self either. He followed him across the deck and into the house, and then they wound down the hallway. When they got to the door of the room he was given six years ago, there was a plaque added by Madeline for Grigori on it to go along with his and the tiny one Greggory had.
“That looks awesome,” Grigori said. A heartbeat later, he opened it and led them inside.
“Yeah, it does.”
Once they were enclosed in the space, Grigori opened a drawer in the dresser filled with his things and walked over to him. “I’m going to need you to drop your pants.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Delaney asked, sure he hadn’t heard him correctly.
“Undo your jeans, drop them along with your sexy black undies, and bend over.”
“Grigori, did you not hear the part where I said we’re going to meet with Larissa? And you know having me bend over and present isn’t the sexiest way to make love.”
“We’re not having sex. I’m going to insert your plug.”
Delaney’s brain cells scattered to the wind. “What?Now?”
Grigori took one hand and gently clutched the back of his neck. Their mouths met, and he kissed him thoroughly, then raised his head, revealing his fanged smile. “Right now.”
Delaney stood there and blinked.
“Come on, we have to meet with Larissa.”
“But—”
Grigori released him, so he could reach down and undo his belt buckle. That was all it took for Delaney’s body to respond. He hardened at not only the heady closeness of the man he loved but the plug resting in the box he was holding.
Delaney said nothing as Grigori popped open the button of his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper while their eyes remained locked together. Passion simmered just below their skin, but Larissa was expecting them soon. It went against the grain to have people waiting on him, which he told Grigori.
