Page 16 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“So, your compulsive need to add to your already extravagant shoe collection is separating Toby from his other half,” Mitchell remarked.
“Good point,” Jackson said, snagging a box from the shelf behind him. “The longer I dither over whether I want these boots—which I clearly do—the longer I’m keeping Toby from Gentry. In the interest of my desire to honor matebonds, I’ll quickly buy these and dash to the bar with Toby.”
To Pierson’s surprise, Mitchell tugged the box from Jackson and took off to the clerk before anyone could open their mouths to stop him.
“My boss can’t buy me boots,” Jackson wailed.
“Um, here’s the thing,” Pierson said. “The hotel staff informed Mitch and I that the Emperors aren’t allowing us to spend any money in the resort. They have comped everything.”
Jackson’s mouth fell open. “Go get your mate. I can’t have the Emperors buying me boots!”
Since the transaction required nothing of Pierson’s mate, Mitchell returned shortly and handed Jackson a bag with the shoe store’s name emblazoned on the side.
“You’re welcome,” Mitchell said as he grabbed Pierson’s hand.
“That was both dastardly and generous of you,” Pierson told his other half.
Mitchell waggled his dark brows. “Did it turn you on, Blondie?”
“Pay attention to me,” Jackson demanded. “Take these boots.”
“Not my size. Enjoy your weekend, gentlemen. If you find some shoes, Toby, let me know. I’d be happy to buy them for you,” Mitchell called out as he led Pierson out of the shop.
Behind them, Pierson heard Jackson sputter, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“At least we can use this power the Emperors gave us for good and be generous with our Juris Knights,” Pierson mused.
“No fallen knight has a high enough salary. It’s the least I can do. But seriously, can I take you upstairs and strip you now?”
“The bed doesn’t have silk sheets, but we likely owe it to the Emperors to test out the bounciness of the mattress in their new resort.”
Mitchell picked up speed, and Pierson soon found himself in front of an elevator. A warm hand patted his ass as the doors swooshed open. Pierson tugged Mitchell into the elevator and slipped his arms around his neck. Their kiss was sweet with an edge of passion. Their weekend was off to a fantastic start.
Chapter 6
With a smile, Lich Reaper Grymington D’Vaire-Daray lifted his arm to wave at the Darays heading for the casino.
“Who’s a good doggie?” Devlin Nero asked in a sing-song voice as he petted the dog Chander had resurrected for Grymington. The Siberian Husky wagged her tail violently as she soaked in the cuddles. Hekate wasn’t a neglected dog. In fact, she was often smothered with kisses, cuddles, and pets—and that was just the affection she got from Grymington.
But Hekate never tired of attention. Grymington didn’t blame her. Especially when it was Grymington’s mate doling out the love. Devlin was damn good with his hands, and Grymington thanked Fate daily that he was lucky enough to be paired with the enchanter-human hybrid.
“What’s that smile for, Grym?” Devlin asked, a grin on his face as he stood. The electric blue streaks in his hair were a perfect match for his eyes, but it was the glint off the skull of his long necklace that Grymington never failed to notice. It was the first gift Grymington had given his other half, and Devlin had worn it every day since that solstice many years ago.
It wasn’t his only piece of jewelry, but there were three shiny objects Devlin wore with pride. Devlin loved the skull necklace, their matching mating bands, and the necklaces they’dsealed with their blood on the day their souls were fully bound. At the start of their relationship, Grymington hadn’t been sure the momentous day of their matebond ceremony would ever arrive. But he’d been wrong, and he thanked Fate for it.
“I was thinking about how much I enjoy your hands on me,” Grymington remarked softly.
Devlin chuckled and reached out to comb his fingers through Grymington’s messy blond curls.
“My hands are fond of the incredible body you have under your clothes. Especially those sexy little scythes in your nipples. And you know I love it when you wear all black. My fallen angel,” Devlin drawled in a low, sexy voice that had a shiver running down Grymington’s spine.
Not interested in finding himself with an erection in the middle of the new resort they were there to celebrate, he stepped close to Devlin and wrapped his arms around him. Grymington laid his head against Devlin’s chest.
“I love you,” Grymington whispered.
Devlin’s embrace was wonderfully tight. To his delight, Devlin cupped his head and dropped a kiss on his tangled hair. “I love you too.”
“Dinner was delicious,” Grymington said into Devlin’s soft shirt. “I don’t want to insult Victor, but it was as good as his meals.”
