“No.I talked to my father, who happens to be a king.He gave me this.”He shook his wrist, showing off his bracelet.
Jaks ran his fingers over it.“How did I not notice that before?”
Quentin tilted his head.“Hmm.He probably spelled it so it wouldn't be noticeable unless I pointed it out.Maybe.”Quentin scrunched his nose, thinking over possible magical camouflage that could have been used.
“And what does your sneaky bracelet do?”
“It hides my fae features.Apparently, there aren’t any half-fae, only full fae who haven’t gotten old enough to gain all their fae abilities.By the way, am I addictive?”
Jaks laughed.“Absolutely.”
After several enjoyable kisses, Quentin pulled back.“I mean my blood.Glenn said he heard that fae blood can be addictive.”
He was relieved that Jaks appeared to give his question careful consideration.“I think it could be for others, but since we are magically bonded, I haven’t had any problems.Not to say you aren’t delicious.”He playfully leered at Quentin.“But I don’t feel any compulsion to drain you.Please do me a favor and do not feed any other vampire, not even your mother.I don’t know what their reaction would be, or mine if I sense your blood in them.”
“Can you do that?”
Jaks nodded.“Yes.We are bonded, which means I can feel the magical blood flowing through your veins.If it were to be transferred to another vampire, I would lose control.”
“Noted.Luckily enough, I don’t go around letting other vampires bite me.I’m an exclusive one-vampire feeder.”
“Good, keep it that way.I know it sounds bad, but I’m instinctively protective of my food source.”
“It does sound bad, but I’m protective of you drinking from others, so it appears to be mutual.Are you taking enough from me?You don’t bite me very often.”He fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt, avoiding Jaks’s eyes.
Jaks tucked a strand of hair behind Quentin’s ear.“You underestimate the power of your blood, Beloved.You pack a punch.I do not need much to last me for several weeks.”
Quentin collapsed against Jaks.Snuggling against his strong chest.
“Were you worried?”
He nodded against Jaks’s shoulder.“I hadn’t realized how much until now.It’s weird, but I don’t want anyone else to be your food source.Sort of like you don’t want others to drink from me, I don’t want you to drink from anyone else.”
Jaks rubbed his cheek against the top of Quentin’s head.“Unless it is a life-or-death emergency, there is no danger of me drinking from another.After having access to you, other humans don’t even smell good anymore.It would be like going from a glass of rare vintage wine to vinegar.”
He laughed at Jaks’s scandalized tone.“Well, I would rather be wine, I guess,” he said, amused at his lover’s analogy.
“I hate to break up our lovely moment, but I really have to finish my work.”He waved a hand toward his paper-covered desk.
“Fair enough.I’ll go check on Grevin.”He tilted his head up for a final kiss before he slid off Jaks’s lap.“Have fun with your paperwork.”
“Yeah, fun.Can’t wait.After this, I have a delightful meeting with the council to discuss our vampire problem,” he said, his tone drier than the Sahara.
“Sounds like fun.See you later.”Quentin blew him a kiss as he sashayed out the door.Apparently, being a top vampire wasn’t all flashing fangs and dominance battles.
As soon as he exited Jaks’s suite, he was greeted by one of his favorite people.
“Darling!”
Quentin blinked at his mother standing right outside of Grevin’s door.Good thing he hadn’t transported on top of her.He patted his chest over his thundering heartbeat.
“I thought it would be days before I saw you again,” she continued, unaware of his mini panic attack.
“What are you doing here?”It was in a completely different direction from her assigned apartment.
“I was visiting your necromancer friend.He’s such a sweet boy.”
“Sweet?”It took him a minute to connect the combination of Grevin and sweetness.His friend was many things, but sweet wasn’t a word he would’ve chosen.“I’m sure he appreciated your visit.”He settled with saying.No doubt they spent their time bitching about him.Maybe it was conceited of him to think that, but he sincerely couldn’t imagine what else they had in common.“By the way, Jaks is assigning Braed to me for guard duty.”Maybe his mother would have the sense to object.
