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“Not at all, he’s pretty much perfect.”
“Only pretty much?”
“You did forget our first date,” Delaney teased. He wanted to comment that Greggory licked his balls but since Grigori’s parents were in the room, he refrained.
But apparently Grigori had learned to read his mind because he said, “Don’t you dare bring your beastly little familiar into this.”
Delaney laughed, not at all put off by his attitude about his familiar. The vampire moved cautiously around the D’Vaire mansion as if he was still terrified Greggory would somehow fall from his shoulder and hurt himself. Which was hilarious since Greggory could fly if he lost his balance so there was no way he could be harmed, but Grigori was sweet like that. In fact, he was incredible in every way.
Chapter 19
Grigori climbed under the covers and waited for Delaney, who insisted on changing into pajamas he brought with him for some insane reason. They decided to stay at the Volkov condo since Delaney was still worried over stealing him away from the bosom of his family. In his mate’s mind, somehow staying at his parents’ home reassured them Grigori would always be their son. It was as crazy as it was adorable; Grigori would always be a part of their lives. He loved them, and nothing was going to change that, but he liked knowing it was important to Delaney too. It made him cautiously optimistic that the wizard had strong feelings for him.
He certainly hoped so—he did for Delaney, and it would be a crushing disappointment to be the only one who’d given away his heart. When Delaney emerged from the bathroom, he frowned.
“You aren’t going to wear a shirt to bed?”
Grigori patted the blankets. “Get in here. No, and I’m not wearing pants either.”
Delaney’s scowl deepened but he padded across the room and climbed into bed next to Grigori—only he put about a million miles between them. “I hope you don’t get any ideas.”
“What do you think I’ve been planning all day?”
“A way to make synthetic blood a reality instead of still needing a few drops?”
“You know, now that we’re on the subject, I’m grateful you and your crafty sorcerer friends haven’t suggested finding a cure for vampirism.”
Delaney gave a little shake of his head as he tugged the blankets up to his chin. “It never crossed my mind. It’s who your people are, and now I know how hard your mom fought to survive. To even suggest she give up her identity just to make people who find drinking blood taboo is nothing less than insulting.”
“Mom’s a warrior.”
“Damn right she is,” Delaney agreed, then smacked the hand Grigori was trying to nonchalantly creep over to his thigh. “Stop that.”
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you really tired or just not in the mood?”
“Grigori—do you have a middle name?”
“Yeah, it’s Alexei.”
“Okay, great. Grigori Alexei Volkov, I’m not having sex with you with your parents sleeping right down the hall.”
Grigori tossed back the blankets and hopped out of bed. “Let’s go home then,” he insisted. After the words left his mouth, he realized that was how he already thought of D’Vaire. It was home because Delaney lived there.
Delaney’s gaze widened in disbelief. “We told your parents we were staying the night and for Fate’s sake, at least put on some underwear.”
“We’ll leave them a note to say we changed our minds,” Grigori said as he slapped his hands on his naked hips. “Unless you don’t want to have sex at all and I’m being a horny lout. Did you want to?”
“Since I met you I always want to, but we can’t. We’re staying here, and we are going to behave ourselves. What if someone heard us?”
“What if I was very quiet?”
“Grigori, seriously. You need to put on some pants. I know I can’t be quiet. It’s too fucking good.”
“Aren’t you willing to negotiate?”
