Johann (Vampire's Mate, #4)

by Grae Bryan

Alexei was getting a firsthand look into that alien mind, and it was only making him love Jay more, making him want to tuck his perfect mate into his pocket and never let him out again. Maybe he should see a vampire therapist, when all this was over and done with.

“I’m afraid that’s not poss—” Wolfe’s words cut off with a start, his impeccable posture stiffening even further. He turned in his seat, a wary cast to his gaze, and watched a new party entering the bar. A party of three, one of whom—a tall, blond, sturdy-looking guy somewhere in his thirties—caught a glimpse of them and waved at their table.

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“Half the money.” Wolfe took a considering sip of his wine. “And I want the doctor.”

For all his experience, sometimes Alexei really had no idea what he was talking about. He was the nicest human. Nicest vampire. Nicest mate.

“But he claims he has found his mate and we must leave him be. He became quite aggressive about it.”

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“Johann,” he greeted, managing to sound only mildly surprised, as if this was a social visit he hadn’t been expecting. “How may I help you?”

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A flash of pure rage crossed Wolfe’s face, the most expression Jay had ever seen on him. “He’s mine.”

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“When he awakens, one of you may speak with him.” Jay beamed, resisting the urge to do a little celebratory hop at his success in reasoning with him. “I’ll do it,” he offered. “No. You’re too tainted by trauma. You’ll frighten him unnecessarily.” Well, that was rude.

A psychopath with a newly turned mate. What wouldn’t he do to keep him?

Alexei’s poor, traumatized little alien. How much reassurance would he need before he recognized love coming from someone other than Alexei?

“Jay’s love language is words of affirmation.” Jay nodded solemnly. “And also all the other ones.”

When they were alone at home, he would jump onto his tiptoes, wrap his arms around Alexei’s neck, and insist on being carried around the house.

The greedy thing was usually content enough, as long as they were near their mate (touching their mate, tasting their mate, fucking their mate), but it clearly wouldn’t mind reveling in a little bloodshed now and then.

“Hello, kitten,” Jay said for the second time, keeping his voice soft, gentle. “I’m Jay.” The kitten started purring.

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Jay was learning that Alexei took the concept of fated mates very seriously. He said that logically, the only conclusion that could be made from the whole thing was that Alexei was literally born to love Jay. That Jay was the reason for his existence.

“Because you were made for me?” “Exactly.” “And I was made for you.” “Made for each other,” Alexei agreed. How perfect that was. How lucky. How nice.