After a hot shower, he’d tucked himself into bed early, knowing his lover would wake him when he arrived.
The garden might appreciate Quentin’s transformation into a fae, but it loved his father.Lars had wandered past a patch of wilting flowers, and it had burst into fresh, brilliant blooms.
After his father’s visit, if there were a neighborhood garden contest, he’d have won in a landslide.He turned his head to smile at his lover.“How do you have such hot breath?Shouldn’t vampires be cold?”
It defied all magical physics and some mundane ones as well, if vampires could be considered mundane.What was the magic that kept them alive?Was it a virus?A genetic mutation caused by injecting their venom into humans.Surely, someone had done studies.He really needed to visit the library.
“…and I lost you.”Jaks’s amused voice pulled Quentin from his spiraling thoughts.
“Sorry.”He offered a sheepish smile.Sometimes his busy mind just wouldn’t quit.“I was thinking of how hot your body runs and how vampirism was spread.”
“I’m always hot, lover.”Jaks’s fang-tipped grin had Quentin’s mind turning in sexier directions.Jaks kissed Quentin’s neck.“I’m more interested in your nakedness than my body temperature, right now, though I’m sure you can raise it among other things.”
Quentin snorted.“That was terrible.”
Jaks slid his sharp teeth across Quentin’s skin, lightly scratching, but not breaking through.Shivers ratcheted down Quentin’s spine.“Bite me.”Lust deepened his voice to a rough, hungry growl.He rolled over and tilted his chin, offering easier access.
“You only get more beautiful.”A teasing nip.“We could spend a thousand years together, and I would still crave you.”
Quentin would never understand what Jaks saw in a skinny geek, but he wouldn’t argue against it.Not anymore.If his newly turned vampire mother or a fae king father didn’t scare Jaks away, nothing would.
“I can’t think of a better way to wake up.”
“Glad to help any time, love.”Jaks slid on top of Quentin, holding his weight with his upper arms as he pressed his hips against Quentin’s.The hard ridge of Jaks’s erection pushed everything but carnal desires from his thoughts.He bit Jaks’s bottom lip and gave it a gentle tug before releasing him.His feral smile was returned with interest.
“I love it when you get bitey.Do it again.”
Words were abandoned in favor of kissing, removing clothes, and deep moans.Wars would be fought over Jaks’s mouth if word of his talents ever leaked out.Consumed by surging hormones and the sultry slide of flesh against flesh, it took several minutes before Quentin recognized that lust-induced hallucinations weren’t causing the chiming noise.He pulled back from the lip-lock to locate the source of the sound.
His phone rang again.
“Ignore it,” Jaks growled, his eyes glowed like a hungry predator sizing up its prey for the perfect plan of attack.
“Okay.”Quentin didn’t even pretend to be interested in whoever had such terrible timing.They weren’t worthy of his attention if they didn’t realize the necessity of wake-up sex.
The sound continued, the insistent ringing pulled him entirely from his lust-fogged focus.
Jaks cupped the back of Quentin’s head and pulled him into another passionate kiss.“They’ll stop texting eventually.”
“Mmhmm.”Even as he reveled in his lover’s touch, a little doubt winnowed into his thoughts.That was Grevin’s ringtone.It was awfully late for a phone call, even from a nocturnal necromancer.
His phone’s alert chime went off again, indicating a new text.Quentin ripped himself away from Jaks’s amazing lips.“I-I’ve just got to check that.Grevin isn’t usually so persistent.”Grevin sometimes went days without responding to a text; for him to insist on contacting Quentin rang alarm bells.
Strange.
Jaks huffed.Damn, a pouty vampire was adorable.Quentin swept his phone off the side table, where he’d abandoned it earlier.Any thought of ignoring the text vanished when he saw the numbers glowing on the screen.
666.
666.
666.
“Crap!”
Jaks leaned over Quentin’s shoulder to read the text.“Shouldn’t that be 911?”
“No.We have a series of codes.666 means something went wrong with a demon summoning.”Goosebumps pebbled across Quentin’s skin as he thought of all the ways a summoning could go poorly.Although he didn’t have any necromantic talents, he had taken a beginner’s course to understand Grevin better a few years ago.He quickly tapped Grevin’s contact number.
