Becoming D'Vaire (D'Vaire, Book 11)

by Jessamyn Kingley

  “Yeah, sure. Everything okay? Larissa wanted to meet with us to go over her designs for our room. Since you decided to take the day off, I told her it would be all right. I was going to text you.”

  “That’s fine, I won’t need much of your time,” Grigori said as he grabbed his hand and led him out of the office and the building.

  “Are you upset?”

  “No, we just have something important to do.”

  Delaney had no clue what Grigori was talking about, but he was glad he wasn’t upset, though he wasn’t his normal, quirky self either. He followed him across the deck and into the house, and then they wound down the hallway. When they got to the door of the room he was given six years ago, there was a plaque added by Madeline for Grigori on it to go along with his and the tiny one Greggory had.

  “That looks awesome,” Grigori said. A heartbeat later, he opened it and led them inside.

  “Yeah, it does.”

  Once they were enclosed in the space, Grigori opened a drawer in the dresser filled with his things and walked over to him. “I’m going to need you to drop your pants.”

  “I’m sorry, what?” Delaney asked, sure he hadn’t heard him correctly.

  “Undo your jeans, drop them along with your sexy black undies, and bend over.”

  “Grigori, did you not hear the part where I said we’re going to meet with Larissa? And you know having me bend over and present isn’t the sexiest way to make love.”

  “We’re not having sex. I’m going to insert your plug.”

  Delaney’s brain cells scattered to the wind. “What? Now?”

  Grigori took one hand and gently clutched the back of his neck. Their mouths met, and he kissed him thoroughly, then raised his head, revealing his fanged smile. “Right now.”

  Delaney stood there and blinked.

  “Come on, we have to meet with Larissa.”

  “But—”

  Grigori released him, so he could reach down and undo his belt buckle. That was all it took for Delaney’s body to respond. He hardened at not only the heady closeness of the man he loved but the plug resting in the box he was holding.

  Delaney said nothing as Grigori popped open the button of his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper while their eyes remained locked together. Passion simmered just below their skin, but Larissa was expecting them soon. It went against the grain to have people waiting on him, which he told Grigori.

  “We won’t keep her long. I’m going to lube up your ass after I play around in there to loosen you up with my fingers. Then I’ll gently slide your small new friend inside, and we’ll go talk to Larissa. Don’t worry, I’ll have the remote in my pocket. Come on, I can’t shove your pants down easily with one hand.”

  Delaney’s cock bounced out and stuck out straight after he pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees. “You want me to sit through fabric swatches and paint samples with a plug in my ass?”

  “It’s going to be so sexy,” Grigori insisted as he slid his hand up Delaney’s length. “It’ll be our little secret.”

  He thought he should be appalled by the idea, but instead he asked, “I should just bend over?”

  “I think those jeans of yours are going to have to go all the way down to your ankles,” Grigori coaxed after releasing him. Delaney did as he was instructed while Grigori opened his box and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Shuffle over there and put your hands on the dresser.”

  Delaney turned and got close enough to the piece of furniture that he could lay his palms on its surface. It was strange and erotic to be on display for Grigori. He was rock hard and couldn’t wait for his touch.

  “Very good. Now move your feet so your legs are spread as far as those jeans of yours will allow. I wish you could see how perfect you look right now. I love your ass,” he said as he brushed a hand over one cheek. “This pretty pink hole.”

  Delaney closed his eyes as one finger traced around his entrance. It was a delicate touch but firm enough not to tickle. When he slid it inside, Delaney arched his back to lure him in farther. Grigori carefully worked it in and out.

  “Feels good,” he murmured.

  “For me too. It’s hot and tight in here. You know how it feels. Remember the feel of me on your cock last night?”

  “Shit yeah, fucking amazing,” Delaney managed. He had no concept of time, and it seemed like hours before Grigori slid two wet fingers into his hole.

  “How’s that? Still good?”

  “You could even use more if you want.”

  “Now, now. Let’s not rush,” his vampire said.

  Sensing movement behind him, he lifted his lashes to figure out what his other half was up to. Grigori had dropped down to his knees. Delaney tried not to be embarrassed by the fact that Grigori’s face was only inches away from his asshole. “You tensed. Did I hurt you?”

  “No, I just want you to hurry the fuck up.”

  “Tell me, is this your prostate here?”

  A moan fell from his lips as Grigori grazed his fingers over that tight bundle of nerves. He didn’t do it often, maybe every fourth or fifth stroke. It was enough to keep Delaney on his toes but not enough to give him the urge to blow his load in the next two minutes.

  “Three now?”

  “Fine, Mr. Impatience. Tell me if it’s too much.”

  “That’s High Arcanist Impatience, and I’ve used three in my own ass. In case you haven’t noticed, I have thicker fingers than you.”

  “If we weren’t titled, we’d both be doctors since we both have PhDs. Isn’t that weird?”

  “Uh huh,” Delaney replied, though he was barely listening. There were three fingers gliding in and out of his ass. It was incredible, and he wanted Grigori’s dick, which he confessed in a breathless voice.

  “You aren’t getting that until the night of our mating ceremony.”

  “What?”

  “Your greedy ass will get this plug and be happy about it. Do you think you’re ready?”

  “Are you sure you’re not a sadist?”

  “At the moment, no. Ready?”

  “Yeah, sure. Shove it in.”

  Grigori’s fingers disappeared, and Delaney felt their loss keenly. Then an object pressed against his opening. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  “Okay, sure.”

  Ever so slowly, Grigori slid the small plug into him. There was no discomfort as it coasted into his stretched hole. Delaney liked the sensation of fullness and could not wait until Grigori made him come.

  “Oh, you should see how sexy this is. Now, the sides lay flat against your cheeks, so you should be able to sit comfortably,” Grigori said as he gave his ass a pat, then got to his feet. He placed his hands on Delaney’s sides. “You can stand up now.”

  Lifting his palms from the dresser, Delaney managed to scoot his feet together so he could get his balance as he stood. Grigori reached down and tugged his jeans and briefs upward.

  “What the actual fuck are you doing?” Delaney blurted out.

  “What do you mean? You can’t run around the house with your dick hanging out. Come on, Larissa’s probably wondering where we are.”

  “Aren’t we going to come first?”

  “Nope,” Grigori replied with a grin. Normally it sat gorgeously on his handsome face, but Delaney wanted to smack it off. His cock was begging to be touched, and he finally had his plug. All he wanted to do was have sex. “Afterward. It’s going to be so good. I have big plans for us both.”

  Delaney frowned ferociously. “You are a sadist.” Without much choice, he yanked his pants up and gently tugged them and his underwear over his erection.

  “I’m hard too.”

  “Good for you. How am I supposed to hide this?” Delaney complained as he gestured to his dick.

  “Same as me,” Grigori replied as he yanked his button-down out of his jeans so that it covered his crotch.

  “Now I’m going to be hot and uncomfortable,” Delaney griped as he tried to stomp over to
his closet. Walking, however, was different with an object buried inside him. It made him want to arch his back and moan.

  Grigori picked up on his trouble gleefully. “You really like it, don’t you?”

  He found Grigori’s excitement contagious. Delaney turned his head to catch his eye, stopping his progress toward getting a shirt. “It’s so damn good.”

  “We’re going to have such an amazing afternoon. I haven’t even used my remote yet.”

  Deciding he could not even handle the thought of that, Delaney returned to his task and retrieved the necessary garment from his closet. He buttoned it up and checked to be sure his cock was not in view. “Good thing this shirt’s loose.”

  “Ready to go?”

  “I’m ready to come,” Delaney grumbled as he clasped Grigori’s outstretched hand. The vampire said nothing in response and led them out of the room. Back down the hallway they went but instead of heading outside, they kept going past the kitchen to where Larissa kept her two-story tailoring workshop.

  Delaney was not at all pleased to find that the dragon shifter wasn’t alone. Carter, Idris, and even Duff were sitting around the table in the center of Larissa’s space along with the lady herself.

  “Yay, we can get started,” Larissa enthused. “Go on, guys. Have a seat, and we’ll talk about ideas.”

  About to drop down into a chair as he normally did, Delaney lowered his body and the plug banged right into his prostate. His eyes fell shut and he barely bit back his moan. Grigori squeezed his hand, which did not help, and he gingerly managed to get himself onto a seat.

  “You okay, Del?” Idris asked.

  Delaney’s eyes flew open and landed on the wizard. “I’m fine. Totally. I promise.” He didn’t want his friend to worry. His only problem was the vampire who insisted he talk decor with a plastic object concealed in his undershorts.

  “Really?” Duff asked derisively. “Because your face is all red.”

  “Did you hurt yourself? Should I get one of the D’Vaire stones?” Idris asked. It was at that moment that a light vibration started which made his cock jerk and his brain lose the ability to think coherently. It was such an amazing feeling, he got a bit light-headed.

  After several seconds, he opened his eyes—not even aware he’d closed them again in the first place¬—and pushed his lips outward before settling his face back to normal. “I’m good,” he said as his nose scrunched. “Tired maybe or something?”

  Something about his condition must have registered with Idris because suddenly, he smiled brightly and chuckled. “Nothing a bed and maybe Grigori can’t fix, right?”

  Delaney angled a fierce glance at his mate. “He damn well better.”

  “So fabrics and stuff?” Grigori asked Larissa.

  “Right, so I was thinking since you have that lovely velvet headboard, we should go with something sleeker when we add the red. Perhaps a silk? The duvet could be black dragonskin and red silk?”

  Delaney had an image of fucking Grigori on red silk and shifted slightly on his seat to ease the pressure of his dick against his zipper. It made the vibrating plug in his ass settle more fully against his prostate. In that moment, Delaney decided Grigori could handle this damn meeting. The only thing he was capable of doing was trying not to embarrass himself by grasping the edges of the table and bouncing in his chair until his balls emptied.

  “That sounds really nice, doesn’t it?”

  “Whatever you want.” Delaney meant the words in every single aspect in which they could be taken. If he had his way, he’d climb right into Grigori’s lap and they would fuck until they were both screaming. His brain truly was only capable of contemplating sex acts and positions.

  “What happened to ‘I’m the big badass dark wizard who doesn’t need shit from nobody’?” Duff asked.

  Delaney scraped up the last vestiges of his thinking mind while everything inside him roared for completion. “Look, Duff, that’s a bunch of bullshit. I applied to live at a sanctuary because I know I need people. I didn’t have them growing up, and I wanted a family. I have one now, along with a mate. I’ve never said I don’t need people nor have I referred to myself as some badass wizard.”

  “Duff, give the guy a break. He and Grigori are planning their future,” Carter interjected.

  “Roses somewhere,” Delaney threw out with a wave of his free hand. He was not going to bother with Duff. He had enough problems, and all of them centered on the damn vampire who’d upped the vibration in his ass. It was a subtle shift but completely discernable to his aching dick and desperate little nerve endings.

  “You’re acting really fucking weird,” Duff said.

  “We’ve already established that he’s tired,” Idris stated. “Now let’s stay focused. What else did you have in mind, Larissa?”

  “I was thinking of adding a red silk swag for the curtains and adding some embroidered roses onto the black velvet already there. I was thinking of doing it in black though, because I don’t want it to be too feminine or fussy.”

  “I like that idea. We’ll have red roses already. Dravyn’s growing my favorite black magic variety,” Grigori said.

  “Black magic variety?” Duff asked.

  “It’s a type of red rose, and it’s always been Grigori’s favorite,” Idris informed him.

  “Oh, please.” The shifter muttered almost under his breath but loud enough that they all heard. Not that Delaney gave two shits—he had a death grip on his own thigh just so he didn’t rock in his chair.

  “We can change out some of the throw pillows on the bed and sofa to add more red. We’ll add in some other textures and patterns, so the room keeps its rich, elegant depth,” Larissa said.

  “It’s a room full of black. What’s elegant about that?” Duff asked.

  Ignoring him, Grigori asked, “Do you think your mate could make us some metal stuff? I was thinking of a vase for the flowers?”

  “Sure, and I think we should see if we can locate at least one area rug with some red in it to replace one of the two already in there. Either in the sitting area or near the bed. What do you think?”

  Delaney wanted to shout that the only concern he had about the bed was that he wasn’t currently in it, but he just nodded.

  Grigori grinned at him, winked, and returned his attention to Larissa. “Sounds perfect.”

  “Great, did you guys want to talk about anything else?” Larissa asked.

  “No, I do think Delsaurus is looking very tired. I’m going to get him to lie down for a while, so he’s more himself at dinner.”

  Delaney stood so fast, his chair nearly fell backward. It was only Idris’s quick grab that saved it. “Yep, gotta go. Thanks, Larissa.”

  Grigori rose in a more leisurely fashion, then kissed his mouth softly. “Ready for a nap?”

  “You’re damn right I am.”

  Idris laughed as Delaney allowed Grigori to lead him out of Larissa’s workshop. Delaney was ready to sprint back to their bedroom, but of course his vampire set a leisurely pace. Content to handle a few more minutes of torture, Delaney followed him down the hall and tried not to whine out his need.

  Chapter 26

  As soon as Grigori got Delaney alone again, he backed him up against the door and slid his tongue into his welcoming mouth. He turned off the vibrator in his ass, so they could tease each other more before the main event. Delaney reached around and grabbed two handfuls of Grigori’s shirt as he ground against him.

  Grigori ended their kiss and traced his lips down his jaw and nipped his neck. He couldn’t wait to bury his fangs in him. It had nothing to do with the nourishment Delaney would sustain his life with, but the primal need for his mate.

  “Oh, you should’ve seen your face in Larissa’s workshop. I could see it change as soon as I hit that remote. You liked it so much, didn’t you? Tell me what it did to you,” Grigori coaxed against his ear.

  “It’s incredible. I want you to feel it.”

  “I bought two. We’re
going to do it together someday but this time, it’s all about you,” he murmured against the tender skin below Delaney’s lobe. “Does it make you want my dick in there? Do you crave it? I want you screaming out my name after I claim you with my bite.”

  “Why can’t we fuck now?” Delaney pleaded as his head dropped back against the wood behind him.

  “Because I’ve already got it all planned in my head. There’s plenty to do today to make us both feel good. Don’t worry.”

  “I’m so hard.”

  “I know, I can feel it. So am I.”

  “So, why do we have so many clothes on?”

  “Well now, that’s the best question you’ve asked all day. Do you want to get naked with me?”

  Grigori put enough space between them, so he could peer into the fathomless black pools he loved. Inside them was raging desire and a wizard just a little perturbed.

  “Of course I want to get naked with you,” Delaney said as he released his grip.

  “We aren’t going to rush, though. I want you prepared for that before I let you go.”

  “No. Why would we do that? You’ve only tortured me through a bedroom planning meeting with this fucking plug. Now that we’re finally alone again, let’s take everything off one by one.”

  “I knew you’d see it my way,” Grigori responded with a smile.

  Delaney glowered. “It’s called sarcasm.”

  “I didn’t think you’d be in a hurry to get that plug out anyway.”

  The wizard put his hands on Grigori’s chest and pushed him back, then unbuttoned his own shirt. “I’m keeping it in when I come. That’s non-negotiable.”

  “You’ll be happy to know that was my plan. Well, as long as you liked it. Which we now know that you do.”

  “Grigori, I love it.”

  “You know what I love?”

  “Talking when you should be undressing?” Delaney asked as he tossed the button-down to the floor. He yanked his T-shirt over his head and let it drift down to rest against the first garment.

  “I love you.”

  “You’re killing me,” Delaney complained as he took two steps to kiss him. “I love you too, but can we skip ahead a little here? I need to come. So bad.”