Scott sighed and got out of bed, walking over to him. "You're worried about nothing. Trust me." Scott kissed him on his lips quickly. "Get dressed. My sire gets testy if we take too long and his food gets cold."
"So not helping right now."
Twenty minutes later, they walked into the kitchen with Quintus somewhat hiding behind Scott’s form.
"Took you guys long enough." Quintus knew Braxton Boroson's voice from his movies. "I was going to go in there and drag you guys out. But then you guys started…why are you hiding?" He walked over and pulled Quintus from behind Scott. "I've already heard how loud you can get, my dear boy."
Quintus felt his face flush with heat. "I'm sorry you had to hear. If Scott had—"
"—told you we were here, you'd have forgone good make-up sex," Braxton asked with a silver brow raised. "Never turn down make-up sex. That's how you make them beg, honey. Isn't that right, my darling?"
"Anything you say, my love."
Armand Dracul looked taller and more masculine than even Scott. He walked over and kissed his husband on the lips.
"See, I've trained him well," Braxton said with a wink.
Quintus wasn't sure what to say or do. He remembered Scott had told him his parents were gods, but it had been overshadowed by him announcing that he'd killed his father.
"You're a demigod," he said in shock, looking at his mate.
"So, it finally hit you?" Scott said.
"Should I bow to your father or something?" He whispered but not low enough.
"Save that shit for Vladimir and Odin. They like to see people on their knees. But I know Scott does, as well," Braxton said.
"Stop teasing him," Scott said to Braxton.
"Hey, I have to have fun with my new son-in-law." Braxton walked over to Quintus and pulled him into a tight hug. "No, you don't need to bow before family. I've wanted to meet you for so long."
"Me too," Quintus said honestly. "But I have to admit—I'm a bit lost for words. I'm still wrapping my head around the whole you're a god thing."
"Not to worry, dear. You’ll have lots of time to get used to us. Just think of us as ordinary people with something extra added to the mix."
Scott left his side and walked over to the stove, helping his sire with breakfast. "Where's Fenrir? I thought I’d smelled him."
"He said he'd be right back," Braxton said. "Want to tell me what trouble I'm going to need to bail him out of with my father?"
"He turned a human into a wolf, and he's been looking for him," Scott said, setting a tray down. "Okay, I know that I can eat. But I swear you made an entire meal to feed an Army. Who else is coming?"
Quintus gasped, but no one seemed to pay him any attention. He knew who Fenrir was looking for and he was debating if he should say something. He wasn't sure if Donald wanted to see Fenrir or not—especially since he said he lost his wolf.
"Rosemary and her family. Your brother and sister and their brood. And your grand-sires," Armand answered.
"You do realize my place can only hold so much, right?"
"Not to worry," Braxton said, waving his hand. The room they were in magically enlarged, the table growing more extensive and more chairs appeared at each side. "See, problem fixed."
Quintus was still standing in the same spot watching as everything and everyone moved around him.
"He lost his wolf," he blurted out causing everyone to stop.
"What?" Scott asked, coming over to stand by him.
"Donald," Quintus answered.
"What does he have to do with this? Do you want to invite him or something?"
