And yes, his “beastie” was on high alert, but its focus was—as Alexei’s had been from the very first moment in the café—zeroed in on Jay. On his scent (which, now that Alexei had turned, he could tell had a strange metallic edge under the peppermint); on his mood (an intoxicating blend of nerves, anger, and residual lust); on trying to figure out the quickest viable way to be touching him again (skin on skin, cock to cock, filling him up and making him keen). Its mantra at all times was to touch Jay, taste Jay, claim Jay, love Jay.
