Page 7 of Isaiah and Jameson
God, he wanted to know…everything. He wanted to dig in and see what made this lean, hungry man tick.
He wanted to feed the deep, awful need he could feel in Isaiah’s presence. His fangs tingled.
“Is it pleasing?” Isaiah licked his lips.
“Very. Would you like some?” He offered his cup when he wanted to offer a kiss.
“Oh, I couldn’t.” Isaiah went bright pink and he shook his head. “It’s yours.”
“I don’t mind sharing at all. Please, people will expect us to be in each other’s pockets. I promise, I’m not contagious.”
“Right. I’m sorry. Yes.” Isaiah lifted his chin, firming his lips. “You’re too kind. Thank you.”
“I’ve upset you.” He took Isaiah’s hand in his, then wrapped it around his other hand and the glass. “Just a sip?”
That electricity burned bright between them, Isaiah’s fangs dropping, teeth sharp and long.
Oh, look at those. More like polished glass than ivory. Gorgeous. Jameson brought the cup up to Isaiah’s mouth.
Isaiah whimpered, the sound tiny, soft as a bird’s. Such hunger, such beautiful need.
Jameson slid closer urging Isaiah to drink with his whole body and demeanor. He wanted to see this man high on blood, on the rush of pleasure feeding brought.
Isaiah drank, eyes rolling back in his head, the lean cheeks flushed, just from the single deep sip.
“Oh.” Jameson hummed. “You’re lovely.”
“I…” Isaiah leaned back, licking his lips. Such adorable confusion.
“Shhh.” He raised the glass to his own lips, then tipped back the rest. His cheeks heated with the flush of energy.
“Did—did you need more?”
“Would that be greedy? It’s been awhile.” And made vamps needed to feed more…
“Of course not. You need to be healthy. Strong.”
“Thank you. I would love some more, then.” He was just… starving suddenly.
“Diego, please.”
Another glass appeared like magic.
“Thank you.” Jameson would work through this one far more slowly. He needed to pace himself.
Isaiah watched him now, staring at his mouth.
Touching his tongue to his lower lip, he teased a bit, letting Isaiah see it flick back and forth.
Isaiah flushed, looking away. Honestly, his boy was going to have to practice being the Alpha vamp if he wanted to pretend to be a man of the world dominant. He was far too innocent.
Part of him wanted to snarl at the thought, though, of forcing his boy into an ill-made mold. Surely someone else could step up, but then what did he know of clan politics? Maybe Isaiah was the only choice, but it was clear he hated the job.
Isaiah blinked at him. “Are you all right?”
“What? Yes, of course.”
“Your eyes became… they glowed for a moment.”
