Page 21 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” Mac commented. “Have you paid yet? We’re idiots and decided to skip dessert. Which meant we had nothing to give Roger when we went upstairs to change into jeans. He was already pissed that he had to stay in the room. Now, he won’t even fly up to my shoulder.”
“Oh dear,” Morgen replied. The dragon familiars in the family considered the mates of the wizards their personal perches, and it was rare to find Mac without Roger curled on his shoulder. “We haven’t paid yet. Our desserts are on their way. Did you want us to get something to go for Roger?”
“Or you could tell us what’s on the menu and we can ask the host to order it for us,” Idris suggested, his gaze troubled.
“They have cake,” Greyson said.
“Perfect, thank you,” Mac responded and hustled to the host with Idris hot on his heels.
“I was about to tell them I was happy to add it to our order, but they took off too fast,” Greyson muttered.
“Guilt is probably eating Mac,” Morgen commented, then leaned in toward his mate. “Frankly, I can’t believe they both forgot.”
“Pretty sure they didn’t go upstairs to change into jeans.”
“Huh?”
“They are still in suits. Why didn’t they switch clothes before coming back down again? No, they went to their room to celebrate being lovers.”
Morgen blinked. “Oh,” he replied with a chuckle. “I can’t believe it took me so long to figure that out.”
“I practically had to spell it out for you, Rainbow.”
Delighted with Greyson’s teasing, Morgen smiled. “Perhaps I was so busy imagining you without your suit that I lacked the ability to think clearly.”
Crescent grumbled at Morgen’s words as if he didn’t want to listen to anything else sexual, which made Morgen laugh again.
“Save that for later,” Greyson advised.
“Right after dessert.”
Greyson’s grin was slow and carnal. “And not a minute longer.”
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“Woah, what do you think is going on?” Lord Grigori Volkov-D’Vaire asked the wizard holding his hand. They watched Mac and Idris rushing through the resort at a speed a trifle too fast to be considered walking.
High Arcanist Delaney the Dark shrugged. His eyes met Grigori’s, and the vampire marveled as he so often did at how the deep unrelenting black of his irises blended seamlessly into his pupils. Delaney’s gaze was one of the most outrageously gorgeous parts of him, and Grigori was a lucky man to get to stare into those fathomless depths for eternity.
“I don’t know. Want to follow them and see if we can find out?”
Craning his head, Grigori was able to catch sight of the couple rushing into the King of Clubs. The restaurant was around the corner, and Grigori had been in there wrapping up a delicious meal with Delaney less than ten minutes ago.
“They went into the King of Clubs,” Grigori said.
Delaney shook the bag dangling from his free hand. “I bet you anything they forgot to get dessert for Roger.”
With a wry smile, Grigori turned his attention to his mate and waggled his eyebrows. “Now, why would that send them into such a tizzy that they were practically running through this fine resort our Emperors invited us to this weekend?”
“How many guesses do I get?”
Grigori reached out to pet the custom collar resting beneath Delaney’s open shirt. Collars were customary for vampires and their mates. “Only one.”
“I’d argue that I should at least get multiple choice, but we’re thinking the same thing.”
“That some of our very best friends in the world were so distracted by the thought of stripping each other out of their suits that they forgot about sweet innocent Roger?”
“I have a hot mate; I understand how easy it is to get distracted,” Delaney remarked as he rose to seal his mouth to Grigori’s. The tempting scent of leather, dark-roasted coffee, and wood overwhelmed Grigori’s senses. A rush of euphoria quickly followed, and he thanked Fate for his mate.
