“Could you be, though?” he asked. “Like, can you and I have kids?” He blushed. “I mean, obviously not together, but?—”
“I know what you meant,” I said, grinning. “Yes, but it’s rare. Something about the virus that causes lycanthropy is extremely hostile to conception. A couple of scientists among us have studied it.”
Curiosity sparked in his eyes. “So you have jobs and stuff? You were a teacher. What do you do now?” The spark turned playful. “Besides taking much younger, hotter men to dinner.”
Now,mycheeks heated. I kicked his foot under the table. “Think that highly of yourself, do you?”
He smiled as he lifted his wineglass. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been looking.” He drained his wine, his throat working—and reminding me how effortlessly he’d drained my cock. It was obvious we were going to end up in bed tonight, but I wanted us to be on the same page before that happened.
“How do you feel about staying in Albany for the weekend?” I asked.
He licked his lips as he set down his glass. “Like at a hotel?”
“Like at my townhouse a few streets over.”
“How many houses do you own?”
“More than two. Fewer than twenty.” I smiled. “One of the benefits of immortality. I’ve invested wisely. For the most part, I don’t have to worry about money.”
He raised a dark blond brow. “You’re like a werewolf sugar daddy.”
Our waiter chose that moment to bring the check, and he lapsed into a coughing fit as he handed me the bill.
“I’m…so…sorry, sir,” he gasped, turning away as he recovered.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Here.” I grabbed my untouched glass of water and shoved it at him. He took it and gulped, then handed it back with a grateful look.
“Thanks,” he said. “Will you two, uh, need anything else?” A flush spread down his neck. “Dessert?”
I avoided Caleb’s gaze as I pulled out my wallet and dropped six crisp hundred-dollar bills onto the metal tray. “No, thank you. We’re all set.”
The waiter’s eyes widened as he stared at the money. “Really?”
“Yep. Have a good evening.”
“Thanks! You too.” He hurried away, probably intent on disappearing before I could change my mind. I waited until he was out of sight, then grabbed Caleb and pulled him through the restaurant’s service entrance and into the parking lot.
The second we closed the SUV’s doors, he turned to me. “I’m sorry—” His apology ended in a grunt as I gripped his nape and smashed my lips to his. He moaned into my mouth, his body going pliant in the leather seat. I leaned over him and stroked my tongue deep, drinking him in. Letting his scent fill my lungs as I reveled in the fact that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The mate bond sizzled between us, tightening my cock and reducing me to a puddle of lust. When I broke off the kiss at last, I rested my forehead against his.
“I’m sorry about the waiter,” he said, his voice raspy.
“Don’t be. He probably thinks we’re into furry role-playing or something.”
Caleb drew back, surprise on his face. “You know about furries?”
“I have the internet,” I said dryly.
He smiled. “Yeah. That’s true, I guess. You need to keep up with your students, Grandpa.”
I moved fast, seizing his throat in a light grip. As his eyes went wide, I let my lips brush his. “More like I need to keep up with you, brat.”
“Damn,” he breathed, then pressed his mouth to mine. His desire poured across our bond, setting little bonfires under my skin. When the windows were fogged over and we were both breathless, I pulled away.
“It’s my turn to ask a few questions.”
Caleb sobered instantly, his expression wary. “Yeah? What do you want to know?”
“How many men have you been with?”
