Page 36 of Isaiah and Jameson
He waited for Isaiah to draw him forward before he held out both hands. “Aunt Jo. It’s a great pleasure.” This woman supported Isaiah wholeheartedly, so he approved.
She looked into his eyes, and then she looked into him, rifling through his mind with bullet speed. Then she was gone, leaving him gasping and empty. “He’s perfect.”
Wow. Isaiah hadn’t warned him about her particular talent, just someone trying to whammy him.
Isaiah smiled. “I rather think so, yes.”
Aunt Jo cupped Isaiah’s cheek and took a soft kiss. “You’re a good boy, Izzy.”
“Thank you, Auntie.”
Oh, he liked her very much. She would be an ally. Jameson smiled, and they moved on, but his mental catalog of friends among the family didn’t grow much.
As sad as that was, there were few haters, which pleased him. No one had expected to rule, so no one had had time to plan a coup.
No one really wanted the responsibility. He had to admit, this was the least political enclave ever. Isaiah’s father had to have been a good ruler.
Isaiah was wearing down, his lover’s thoughts going growly and low.
Do you need to make any announcements?He was ready to shut this thing down as a proper consort should.
No, this was to introduce you and assure everyone understood. I’m tired, love.
I know. Let’s go.Jameson stepped forward to take his lover’s hand. “Thank you all so much for coming to meet me. You are, naturally, welcome to stay and drink and enjoy one another’s company, but my lord will retire now. Good night.”
The room gaped, but Aunt Jo laughed as they walked away.
He held his head high, walking at Isaiah’s side now that he’d been welcomed into the family. Once they got into the private wing, though, he pushed Isaiah up against the wall to take a kiss.
More. Isaiah’s fingers tangled in his hair, as they rocked together.
Anything you want, love.Isaiah had been a very good boy. He’d earned a reward.
Come to the bed. We’re safe here.
We are.He felt pretty safe anywhere among Isaiah’s family now. No one would cross them.
And if they did? He would make them pay. This was his family now, by blood oath as well as desire, and he would protect all of them, even from themselves. Mostly, though, he would eat anyone who threatened his man.
He moaned as Isaiah rocked against him, his lover stopping every few steps on the way to the bed, unable to stop touching him. Jameson rubbed that ass, which he knew would be mostly healed now, but still tender.
It was the promise that was the thing too. That he could heat his boy up whenever he needed too.
I want to plug you next time. Give you something to keep you from worrying so.
He loved the low cry, the hiccupping need in their bond.
Isaiah was so perfectly in tune with him, so wonderfully pliant and eager. He ached to fill his lover up, fill him and plug him, warm his ass again.
“God, the things I can see in your mind.” Isaiah swayed. “You said—”
“What did I say, boy?” He reeled Isaiah back in.
“You would feed from me… There.”
“I did at that. Off with the clothes.”
“After all the work to get them on me?” Oh! Cheeky!
