Page 34 of Isaiah and Jameson
“What’s the objective tonight?” Jameson wanted to be forewarned.
“You’ll be sized up by the family, and you’ll get a bunch of growls and snarls, watch out for anyone who tries to fascinate you.”
“I’m actually pretty good at avoiding the hoodoo stank eye.” Glamours rarely worked on him. It was a thing.
“The hoodoo stank eye. I like that. I’m exceptional at avoiding it.”
“Then together we’ll be unbeatable.” He pinched Isaiah’s ass through his pants.
“Ow!” Isaiah jumped, shivered, then looked up at him. “That was no fair, love.”
“All’s fair. I need just as badly as you.”
“When we’re done,” Isaiah looked him in the eye. “You can come as much as you want.”
“We both will, darling boy. You have my word.” They would indulge as long as they wanted.
“And you have mine.” Isaiah took his hand. “Do I need jewels or no?”
“I think this just being family meeting me, we say no.” Too formal.
“Fair enough.” Isaiah glanced at him. “I look good?”
He gave Isaiah a sizzling once over. “You look amazing. Edible to me. Authoritative to others.”
“Grown up and a leader, right?”
“Absolutely, though I’m your best accessory.” He winked. He was serious, though. He would be cool, calm, and it would be implied that if Isaiah could lead someone like him, then he could lead the family.
“You are. You look amazing, and I’m proud to introduce you to your new clan.”
Oh.
Oh, those words filled him with a wild, fierce pride.
“Thank you, love.” He reached up to touch Isaiah’s cheek. He’d never been a part of anything before. Isaiah nuzzled into his touch and smiled, his lover relaxed for him.
“Ready?” He asked, and moments later, Diego knocked on the door.
“It’s time for your entrance. The clan is here and beside themselves.”
Isaiah grinned at Diego. “Good. They’re so much easier to control that way.”
“Yes, sir. Good luck, Mr. Jameson.”
“Thank you, Diego.”
Isaiah smiled at him. “Let’s do this.”
Isaiah led him out into the ballroom, a good thirty perfectly dressed and coiffed vampires looking to them as they walked through the door. Good thing he didn’t suffer from anxiety. Jameson figured he just wasn’t smart enough to worry after all he’d survived.
Isaiah didn’t say a word. He simply walked to the center of the room and brought Jameson to a dowager of a woman.
Jameson took his cue from Isaiah, standing a foot behind the man’s right shoulder and watching.
“Jameson, this is my aunt Bedelia.”
“Madame.” He inclined his head, but he got the feeling he wasn’t meant to touch.
