Page 71 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“No?”
“You asked me to send you a picture. Obviously I did or you wouldn’t be here. We didn’t talk about anything else.”
Brinley stepped closer to Heathcliff and was proud that he tore his gaze away from his kissable lips to his eyes.
“So, imagine my surprise when I walked into this massive-ass house and that pretty great room was full of people.”
“You knew I’d introduce you to my family.”
“Of course I did. I expected that. Admittedly, I was nervous as fuck. This place is full of royalty. All kinds of titled people who love you. But you invited guests!”
“Technically, everyone here belongs to the extended D’Vaire family,” Heathcliff grumbled as he shoved his hands into the pockets of the jeans that showed off his fine ass.
“You brought the Magus Superus and the other mages hand-picked by Fate to rule my people. They were joined by their adorable little elementals. My silly ass can barely form words as they’re inviting me to their house or to the backyard here to play with magic whenever I want.”
“You’re mad at me because I introduced you to the leaders of your people? I thought you’d enjoy that.”
“My socks have a hole in them,” Brinley cried.
Heathcliff frowned. “You’re wearing shoes. No one can see your socks.”
“You could’ve warned me, Heathcliff.”
“I apologize. I wanted to do something nice for you. There was no way I could predict that you’d object to meeting your leaders.”
“Do you think I don’t know that I’m overreacting right now?”
With a chuckle, Heathcliff closed the distance between them and tugged Brinley into his arms. It was delightful, and Brinley held on as his anger fizzled out.
“You did a wonderful job talking to them,” Heathcliff remarked.
“I don’t even know what I said.”
“You were polite and eagerly accepted their invitation. No mention of purple dicks or dumb former rulers who set themselves on fire. Of course, they agree with your assessment of the former Magus Superus and his idiotic decisions, so they would’ve supported that anyway.”
“I love this fucking room.”
“Larissa designed it,” Heathcliff confided. “It exceeded my expectations. I’ve already imagined how incredible you’ll look in here as I slide into your ass. At night, the chandelier crystals reflect the light onto the walls, and it looks like small flames.”
“I wish it smelled like freesia.”
“I don’t.”
Brinley pulled away so he could kiss Heathcliff. “I can’t get over this house. How big is it?”
“Massive. Are you still pissed at me?”
“No, I’ve moved on. Sorry for being ridiculous. Thanks for dealing with my shit. And for inviting my leaders here. I want to play with magic with them someday.”
“What about your elemental?” Heathcliff asked. “Don’t they amplify your power? When am I going to meet yours?”
“Yes, but it’s also possible to pass your knowledge of magic to them. I’m self-taught and want to study in a program. Or that’s the plan anyway. I’ve been waiting to get my shit together. So, no elemental yet. But at least now I know what I want to create.”
“You do?”
“Yes, we can use any shade of fire. I want a little blue phoenix.”
“Are you interested in meeting my phoenix?”
