this. He’s your mate and you need him, as much as it must kill you to admit it.”
“I don’t. Besides,” Jace let his hand travel across Solomon’s wide chest, “if I go into heat, you can always help me out with that,” he hinted. Wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex before, but Sol took his hand and removed it from his chest.
“Sorry Jace. In the past… it would have been a different matter, but now, as far as I’m concerned, you’re claimed,” Solomon told him. “Now go find your mate, Jace. Stick to the shadows and bring a gun, then come tell me what you want to do.”
Chapter 6
Agitated, Link ended up breaking one of the beer glasses he’d been cleaning and cussed. Mika still hadn’t let up on the whole virus thing, even though Link kept telling him the same thing as he’d said before.
It couldn’t be done.
Whether it was true or not, well, that was a different story, but Link didn’t start his business to eliminate entire species. His drugs were meant for non-humans and provided him a nifty little profit his bar couldn’t.
Of course, having bills to pay was a poor excuse.
Lately though, customers aside, the quiet of the place had started to get to him. He didn’t exactly consider himself the most social person, but despite the situation they were in, having Jace there hadn’t been all bad.
The bite on his neck had mostly healed, but had left behind a very visible scar. Link couldn’t help but shiver as he remembered how he’d gotten it. The thing even kept him up at night sometimes, itching and burning whenever he tried to sleep. Making him grow hard.
Even now, when he picked up the shards of glass, the scar started acting up again, a tingle spreading through the edges of the marks giving off a slight burn. Maybe it had gotten infected or something.
* * * *
Jace hated wearing a cap. But Solomon had sent him on his way, and he still didn’t think it was entirely safe to wander about. He’d borrowed a gun too, just in case, and had it strapped to his right calf. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to pull the trigger anytime soon… with his luck he’d probably end up shooting himself.
He wasn’t entirely unaware of how his fever seemed to get worse the closer he got to Link’s bar, but he tried to ignore it. Thank god he hadn’t worn a jacket though, ‘cause the heat would have killed him.
He stood outside in the shadows for a while, watching the people coming and going, and sniffing the air for the scent of vampires. Seemed he was in luck. It being a weekday, there weren’t too many people there and Jace could only pick up a faint trace of a couple of vampires that’d been there from a couple of nights back.
Feeling flustered with his fever, he got hard at the alluring scent of Link in the air. The man had this earthy tone he’d never scented on a human before, almost as if he the guy was part Fey or something, only his scent was distinctly human.
The scent was made to drive Jace crazy, but then again, that was part of the whole mate thing, though he still hadn’t completely accepted it yet.
Jace paced for a while, trying to figure out what to do and how to approach this. Solomon had practically ordered him to see Link, but now that he’d finally shown, he wasn’t all too sure if he’d be able to leave after seeing the man.
Maybe Solomon’s kidnapping idea wasn’t such a bad idea after all. As he’d said, turnabout would be fair play and while Link hadn’t technically been the one who kidnapped him, he had been his captor for over three days.
Fuck!
Why did things always have to be so damn complicated? Taking a deep breath, Jace shook himself. He needed to see Link, who, in his mind, was still a bastard, but at least he was a sexy bastard.
There were about five or six people in the small bar when Jace finally got in the door and his breath caught as he saw the firm backside of his mate as he bent over to pick up some pieces of broken glass.
Hallelujah