Page 73 of Accidental Blood Lust
“Down, boy,” Drax says, and Grim immediately settles, panting happily and wagging his three tails. “Good, right?”
“Frightening.”
“Yes,” Drax says proudly. “He should be scary. He’s a hellhound, even if he is just a big marshmallow.”
They walk off and I turn to go to Roman’s room, but I don’t make it far before Roman and Jareth find me. Roman inhales deeply, baring his teeth in a very sexy way.
“You smell divine.”
“Oh. Thanks. Cas gave me something for my hair.”
“Gods,” Jareth says, admiring me, “you are beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you ready to go topside?” Roman asks. “We can stop at Jareth’s, then go on our date.”
“I’m ready.”
Roman is wearing tight black jeans and an equally tight gray t-shirt, showing off all his muscles. A tuft of fur sticks out of the V-neck of his shirt, and I want to rub my nose in it. Jareth is still in the same clothes, which I assume he’ll change once we get to his cottage, the place I’ve longed to be invited back to since the day I turned.
Which makes me wonder… “Will we live down here?”
“We’ll live wherever we want,” Roman says, wrapping his arms around mine and Jareth’s waists. “We can split our time or choose a place. Whatever works.”
“You’re not required to stay down here?” Jareth asks.
“Not technically, but I would certainly need to inform Auri if I planned to spend more than half my time in the mortal realm. Rune and Atlas spend several weeks at a time in one of Rune’s many homes.”
Jareth looks miffed, and I wonder why. Roman seems to notice it right away.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“All this time I thought you had to live here. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Roman looks a bit sheepish. “It didn’t matter before. I wouldn’t have assumed you were interested in where I lived.”
“I’m interested in everything about you. Always have been, you silly wolf.”
Roman kisses his temple. “Now I know. Ready, boys?”
“Ready.”
Jareth nods and as the room goes dark and squeezes around us, I close my eyes for the few seconds it takes us to get back to the world I know. We appear right in Jareth’s garden.
“Go inside,” Roman says. “Loch and I can handle the garden.”
“Are you sure?” Jareth asks.
“Yes, then later, we’ll come back here and spend the night. In the morning, we’ll have tea and make love out here.”
Jareth’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “Deal.”
TWENTY-TWO
ROMAN
Lochlan unbuttons the silk shirt that he borrowed from Cassius and carefully drapes it over the little white garden fence, then does the same with the slacks he’s wearing. A lazy kind of lust stirs in my gut as I take in my mate, healthy and well fed enough to stand in the sunlight now without any harm, aside from a possible sunburn, the bright afternoon rays almost making his pale skin look like it’s glowing. He sweeps a strand of auburn hair off his forehead and grins at me, shrugging.
