Luc dislodged his hold and pulled him to his feet. “Let me escort you back to the hotel and we can do it all again.”
“Mm.” Jamie’s fingers danced down his chest. “Claim your ass again on satin sheets? Room service champagne?” He leaned in, mouthing at Luc’s throat. “Nice try,” he murmured against his skin before pulling away to tsk at him. “It’s Halloween, monster. The night’s not done yet.”
Luc scowled, but he couldn’t hold the expression for long when Jamie cackled, kissing the frown off his lips as he tucked Luc back into his jeans, tidying them both up until they were halfway decent.
Luc let himself be steered back inside, where the other trio had found a booth.
Fox wrinkled his nose for the second time that night as they approached. It was a shame that muzzle didn’t cover his face completely. “You two reek of sex.”
“Like you didn’t just jerk Colin off on the dance floor,” Jamie countered.
Fox’s only answer was a smug look.
Jamie slid into the booth, tugging Luc beside him, pushing bodily until they all fit. He let out an exaggerated, happy sigh. “There. Isn’t this nice?”
“That’s one word for it,” Fox grumbled.
Luc flicked a coaster at him. “You will not ruin my mate’s night with your piss-poor attitude.”
Instead of Fox baring his teeth like Luc would have expected, Fox’s eyes lit up with dark glee. He leaned across the table toward Luc. “Hey. Do you know what your mate dressed you up as?”
Luc felt Jamie stiffen next to him as he answered, “A vampire.”
Fox shook his head slowly. “Not just a vampire. One from a nineties teen show.Buffy thefuckingVampire Slayer. He dressed you as Angel. A broody, self-pitying vampire asshole.” He shrugged a shoulder. “If the shoe fits.”
Luc didn’t know the show, but he recognized that description. He stared at Jamie in betrayal. “You dressed me asRoman?”
Jamie was biting at his lower lip hard, clearly trying to suppress a smile. “I would have tried to dress you as Spike,” he eventually said, half choking on a laugh. “But I didn’t think you’d let me bleach your hair.”
Luc didn’t even know what the fuck a “spike” was in this context. He was trying to figure out how best to punish his flower for the treachery when he was startled out of it by the sound of Colin bursting into laughter.
Luc had barely seen him smile before. When not drowning in apathy, he was almost…pretty.
Jamie nudged him with an elbow. “You’re getting it now, huh?”
Dane snapped a finger in Luc’s face. “Stop leering at our mate.”
Jamie smacked his hand away with an adorable growl. “He’s notleering, you asswipe. He’sappreciating.”
Luc ignored them for the moment, taking out his phone to text Roman.
Luc: Have you seen this show Buffy?
Roman’s response was so quick he must have already been on his phone. Most likely Danny was working and he was pathetically counting the seconds for his mate’s return.
Roman: Soren’s made us all watch it, yes.
Luc: Jamie dressed me as Angel. He sounds like you. I’ve never been so offended.
Roman’s response took a little longer this time.
Roman: Angel has an alter ego without a soul, Angelus. He maims and tortures and ruins everyone’s lives. You can pretend you’re dressed as him instead.
Luc read the text over twice and then nodded decisively. Angelus. Thatwasa better fit.
He threw an arm over Jamie’s shoulders, tucking him in close. As punishment for the costume—and for making Luc deal with these three buffoons for more than five minutes—Jamie wouldnotbe fucking Luc again at the hotel.
Instead, Luc would strip them both of their costumes and lay Jamie out on the silk sheets, going over every single bite mark with his fangs, until Jamie was writhing and begging and his poor cock was hard enough to hurt.
