Page 22 of D'Vaire or Nothing
Grigori had every intention of feeding from Delaney while they were on their mini vacation. There was nothing on the planet as intoxicating as drinking Delaney’s magical blood, and it had the glorious side effect of thoroughly arousing them both.
“Did I mention I need blood?” Grigori whispered against Delaney’s lips.
“Nope, but I can count, and I know how long it’s been since the last time. I’ve been half-hard all day thinking about it.”
Once again, Grigori toyed with Delaney’s collar and brushed his thumb over the gold rectangular lock with the lettersVandDintertwined in a fancy script. They’d sealed that lock with their blood the day they bound their souls for eternity.
“What if we waited until tomorrow?” Grigori asked softly.
The corners of Delaney’s mouth slid downward in a ferocious frown. “Why torture me? Wait, why am I asking that? You do it constantly.”
“Because you like it. I didn’t say we couldn’t have sex tonight. We can. We will. But I think we should put more planning into our blood drinking since we have this weekend to enjoy here in Vegas.”
Delaney’s mutinous expression didn’t change. “What kind of planning?”
“Like the kind that requires you to wear a butt plug for a while.”
“Did I piss you off this week or something? You want me to wander around a resort with a plug up my ass?” Delaney demanded, but there was no hiding the flames of desire the suggestion had kindled in his remarkable eyes.
“We’ll both like it, Delsaurus Rex. No need to rumble through Deck of Cards and trample people in revolt.”
“Have I told you lately how weird you are? Because it’s one of the best damn things about you.”
“Yes, I but always appreciate the reminder of how much you adore me.”
Delaney nipped Grigori’s chin. “You get me, and it’s beautiful.”
“So, you’ll wear the plug tomorrow and let me fuck you slow and deep once I finish drinking your blood?”
“I’ll wear the plug, but we both know slow isn’t happening after you feed.”
“Not the first time we fuck.”
Delaney grinned. “Okay, your ideas are showing promise now.”
“I just have to avoid getting blood drunk from all that sorcery in your blood. It grows a little more difficult every year.”
“You’re exaggerating. My power doesn’t grow that fast, and I happen to like silly vampires.”
“One of them anyway.”
“A beautiful one with perfect black hair and light blue eyes.”
“Okay, that’s not really narrowing it down much,” Grigori said, trying to quickly calculate how many of his mother’s people that would encompass. Thinking of his mother reminded him that in his family alone there were several people who fit that description. “You could be talking about any Volkov, honestly.”
“You know I’m not. I’m talking about the genius one who right now has a small notebook and three small pencils in one of his pockets.”
Grigori patted himself and groaned. “Yeah, but I forgot my phone.”
“If anyone is looking for you, they can text or call me. Or it can fucking wait.”
“You can tell my mother that if she decides she has a pressing need to speak to me tonight.”
“She’s in the resort somewhere. I’m sure she can pass the message along to someone. We all know you forget stuff.”
“Not one of my most stellar qualities.”
“It’s the only part of you I ever found fault with.”
