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“I’m looking forward to being a Volkov-D’Vaire,” Grigori told him, and he meant every word.
Chapter 15
Delaney laughed when he glanced over to find Grigori with his head buried under not only a blanket but several pillows. At Idris’s suggestion, the couple retreated to Delaney’s bedroom to watch a movie. His crafty friend was giving them the perfect opportunity to be alone, and Delaney jumped at the idea. Not only did he want time with Grigori, he wasn’t against expanding his horizons either.
“You didn’t have to stop it,” Grigori said. His voice was muffled by all the things he was burrowed under.
“I guess you aren’t into horror movies,” Delaney responded as he tossed the remote to the side after he turned the television off. If Grigori was not into his favorite genre, then he had a great idea for something they were both on board for, and the only visual he needed was a certain naked vampire.
“There was so much blood,” Grigori complained as he poked his head out of his pile.
“Okay, seriously? You’re a vampire.”
“Which, if you’ll think about it, is why those movies are insulting. Imagine wasting all that blood by spraying it all over the walls.”
“You’re cute.”
Grigori scooted a little closer. “What should we do now?”
“I did have one idea.”
Yanking off the blanket, Grigori moved so their bodies were less than an inch apart. He rested on hand on Delaney’s hip. “I had one too.”
Feeling brazen, Delaney pressed his lips against Grigori’s and whispered, “I bet we’re on the same page.”
“Damn right, Delsaurus Sex. Get over here,” Grigori growled, then took his mouth in a deep kiss. Delaney responded just as he did the first time, and his entire being longed for nothing but the man tugging him close.
Delaney’s tongue slid along Grigori’s as he came to life. His nerve endings sang as desire skimmed over them. All he could think was that they were still clothed and not close to the main event, so how did Grigori already draw so much from him? Deciding he didn’t really care, Delaney wriggled to get a little friction on his cock as it hardened. He managed to get his hands between them and undid the buttons of Grigori’s shirt with trembling fingers.
Grigori twisted the fabric of Delaney’s T-shirt in his fist and he marveled at his ability to affect him. The vampire’s dick was as rigid as his own, Delaney discovered as he bumped his knuckles against it. Grigori moaned, and Delaney would’ve smiled if he was not currently being devoured by his horny mate.
Grigori broke their kiss. “Do you need this?” he asked softly with a tug of the cotton top Delaney was wearing.
“It can go.”
“Thank Fate,” Grigori murmured as he helped Delaney out of it.
Smoothing a hand over Delaney’s chest, Grigori’s eyes met his. The pale blue orbs were full of desire, and Delaney was awed that it was all for him. “I wanted to touch you last night when I first saw your chest,” Grigori confessed as he moved his palm downward. Delaney was compelled to roll slightly so that his back was against the mattress. The vampire shuffled to press them intimately close again. “I love the way you’re built.”
Delaney’s gaze was riveted to Grigori’s gaping button-down and he traced his fingers over the pale flesh he uncovered. To his disappointment, Grigori sat up. When he shrugged the garment off, delight bubbled through Delaney. Once it hit the floor, Grigori lowered himself down and reunited their mouths. Delaney managed to get one hand around to grip the slick skin of his back and the other he wrapped around Grigori’s strong arm.
Their kiss was ravenous and hungry, and Delaney was panting like a dog. He couldn’t give a shit less as his legs spread of their own accord. His jeans were excessively confining, but he was too busy to bother getting them off. He didn’t want to let go of Grigori, and he certainly wasn’t going to—even if the world crashed down around them. Grigori shifted slightly, and Delaney hoped to hell he wasn’t planning on stopping.
Instead of putting an end to what Delaney would now always be addicted to, Grigori pressed his fingers to his side. Delaney managed to release his grip on his biceps so he could give the vampire some leeway in touching him. He clutched the bedding beneath them, and Grigori took advantage of his new freedom.
His palm once again slid over Delaney’s chest and down to the quivering muscles of his belly. Delaney made some sort of crazy noise in his throat, but he was beyond caring. He poured all his energy into tasting every recess of Grigori’s delicious mouth when the vampire reached down and palmed Delaney’s dick through his jeans. It was an incredibly heady feeling and at the same time nowhere near enough for his aching sex.
All his life he’d waited to be swept away by the man Fate chose for him, and Delaney was not going to remain idle. He tore his lips free and, as fast as he could, untangled himself from both Grigori and the coverlet. He pushed his head back into the pillow beneath it and lifted his hips. With a nimbleness he didn’t know he possessed, Delaney got his jeans undone and pushed them, along with his underwear, down. The cool air of the room teased his sensitive cock.
“Let me help you,” Grigori whispered as he took over the task of removing Delaney of the last vestiges of his clothing. Delaney murmured something he hoped Grigori understood as he lay there and enjoyed the brush of the vampire’s fingers against his heated skin.
When Delaney was finally naked, Grigori crawled back up to near his waist. Opening his eyes, Delaney glanced at him to figure out if he was going to kiss him, but Grigori wasn’t moving. His gaze was fixated on Delaney’s dick, which was lying flat against his belly.
“This is a beautiful cock.”
“You could touch it if you wanted,” Delaney rushed out.Oh, please want to touch it.
“I was considering it. You know, wrapping this fat fucker in my fist and jerking you off. But then…”
