Page 10 of Isaiah and Jameson
“Let’s sit.” There were two armchairs and he chose one, letting the huge arms surround him. “Do you like your new space?”
Jameson looked around, fangs touching his lower lip. “I do. It’s very well put together.” Instead of taking the other chair, Jameson came around behind him, hands landing on his shoulders, warm through the cloth covering them.
Okay, that didn’t work out the way he’d intended. Not even a bit.
Especially when Jameson rubbed, spreading heat all through Isaiah’s body. “I should look at the bedchamber too. You can show me.”
“Yes. Yes, you should make sure it’s to your liking.” That would give him room to breathe.
“Come with me then.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but found himself rising instead. Danger. Deep danger. “It’s through that door.”
He shouldn’t go in.
“Come.” Jameson walked about, fingers trailing down his arm, hand taking his to tug him along.
He should stay at the door. “Do you like red? I chose it for you.”
“I do. Especially the deep tones I can see from here.” Jameson took his hand more firmly, urging him up and through into the bedchamber.
The bed was huge and decadent, piled high with pillows and blankets, the canopy around it heavy and thick. Somehow it had suited his consort in his mind.
“Ohhh.” Jameson squeezed his hand. “Oh, sweet, this is perfect and wonderful.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it. Honestly. I want you to be comfortable.”
“I will be.” Jameson laughed out loud, then dragged him to the bed. Before he could blink, they were both on it, flopping on the pillows.
His eyes went wide, shock just flooding him. Oh dear. How? He didn’t—
“Thank you.” Jameson hugged him. “I’ve dreamed of a bed like this.”
“You’re welcome.” How was he in Jameson’s bed?
“You smell very nice.” Jameson nuzzled against his neck, making his nerves prickle.
“You shouldn’t smell me.” He didn’t move away, though, did he?
“Why not? I should know your scent, shouldn’t I?” So reasonable.
Should he? Isaiah wasn’t sure. He’d never heard that. “Is that important?”
“It is. If you’re going to hook up with another vampire…” Jameson laughed. “Oh, who am I kidding. I know more about werewolf mating habits than vampire ones. I had a friend who kissed and told.”
“Oh.” Of course. He chuckled softly, reminding himself that this was all make believe and the buzz between them was his nerves and his extra sip of blood. Nothing more. “Was he a werewolf?”
“He was. He had a thing for getting all hairy on the full moon and—well. He got wild. Not with me.” Jameson echoed his chuckle. “Not my type.”
What is your type?“That sounds less than hygienic.”
“Well, he’s a wolf half his life. You have dogs. You’ve seen what they eat.” Nose touching his cheek, Jameson breathed deeply. “Mmmm.”
“I do have dogs. They liked you.” Dios, he needed to breathe, to focus.
“They did. I want you too, as well. I know we’re… well, I know what you need me to be, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other’s company.”
“It will be nice to have a friend.” Truth be told he was incredibly bored most of the time. No one left him alone anymore, and all the tiny details of the clan made him crazy.
