Setting dinner down on the table, I took my seat.
“Are you okay?” I gently asked Reggie.
He jerked his gaze to me. “Um, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking.”
“And are you okay with what bonding is?” Zander asked.
Reggie shrugged. “I like the idea of our hearts and souls coming together. The blood thing makes me a little queasy, to be honest.”
“Do you think you could get over that? You seemed deep in thought,” I said.
The faint blush on his cheeks was back. He broke eye contact. “Dinner looks great. I can’t wait to have some.” He said.
I didn’t move to serve him and squinted my eyes. “Mon chou?”
“It’s nothing—fill me up.” He held his plate out.
“If it had to do with bonding, we should know.”
“Yeah, we can’t help if we don’t know what’s bothering you,” Zander said.
Reggie sighed and put down his plate. “I-I was thinking about the sex thing.”
“You don’t have a problem with that, do you? We really can’t make you sick,” Zander asked quickly, and I nodded in agreement.
“No,” Reggie played with his napkin and fork. “I was just thinking of us… being together.” The flush was brighter than ever.
“Now we’re talking,” Zander said with a grin.
Reggie raised his hand. “But I’m not ready to bond yet.”
“You know we can do other stuff besides full penetration. I recall you having a very talented mouth,” I said, mirth filling my voice.
“Does he now? I’ll need to find out for myself,” Zander chimed in.
“Hey!”
“I’m just saying I’d like to find out. Imps have a very high sex drive, and I personally love blow jobs. Besides, we got interrupted earlier.”
Reggie scowled. “What does that mean? You love blow jobs, how many have you had? You some kind of blow job expert?”
“Mon chou, I’m sure he just means he wants to continue where we’d left off before,” I said, trying to calm his irritation.
Reggie exhaled loudly. “Sorry, Zander. I know it sounds crazy, but the whole high sex drive thing and comment made me jealous. I’m sure you’ve been with others. It’s just…”
Zander grabbed his hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re getting to know one another. And there are some things you should know about paranormals—imps in particular.” Zander now exhaled and snapped his fingers. The casserole was immediately served on the plates. “Let’s eat and talk.”
“Is it bad?” Reggie asked.
“Not necessarily bad, just different perspectives on things.” Zander looked at me. “You should know this, too. Because the Fae are different from other paranormals when it comes to mates and sex.”
“How different?” I asked, unease filling me.
“Fae love sex. They love the pleasure of it, and they have sex with others. They have big orgies where even mated couples participate.”
“Fuck that!”
Chapter Thirteen
