Uri’s mate was technically Drake’s cousin, and they all liked the Demi-Goddess. Drake had likely gone easy on Uri for her sake. She’d had a rough week of it, worrying over her brother and his mate. The healer had put Erik into a sleep state after he’d rescued his mate from the fuckers that had taken and raped her. They had extended his sleep again a few days ago, attempting to postpone the mating frenzy he would suffer when he awoke.
The clinking of glass against the wood tables mixed with the laughter and talking of the rowdy humans. It seemed overly loud mixed with the thumping music. It didn’t matter that they were seated in the back.
“I know.” Dorian’s tanned features broke into a grin. “The best part was watching Uri’s face as Alex yelled pointers to him from the sidelines.” Gregoire’s lips tilted. It had been amusing listening to the female. It was obvious how much she cared for her mate, especially to Gregoire who had participated in their consummation ceremony. It was an honor, in their culture, to be included in something so rare. The tradition was all about bringing the female to the greatest heights of ecstasy. Alex’s fantasies had included being filled and pleasured by two males. Uri’s desires easily matched his mate’s, so Gregoire had been invited. Seeing them together, the intensity of their bond, watching as they shared minds, had caused his current craving to claim his own female.
He rolled his neck and then drank deep. He might need a few more before he left. It took a lot of alcohol to affect an Immortal, and he enjoyed the taste. He saw Conn wink at the waitress, and her pale skin flushed pink while the scent of her arousal thickened around them. Conn’s amber eyes glittered as he smirked.
Conn fit in with the crowd around them. He wore a black tee under his green and black flannel. Tattoos peeked from under his rolled sleeves. Gregoire knew they covered his arms, shoulders and back, all depicting wolves. His brown hair was shaggy and wild just like his animal. His eyes shone bright in the darkened bar; over one brow hung three small black rings. He grinned and drank from his dark ale as he tracked the flustered female’s movements to the next table.
“I thought Alex was endearing,” Bastian commented, his lips tilting into a small grin. Uri’s mate acted like a hellion, his brother was still getting use to her spirit and recklessness.
Bastian lounged back in his chair, a glass of ouzo in hand. Gregoire didn’t know how the male could drink that shit. Gregoire had trouble stomaching the scent of the licorice alcohol. His brother’s exotic, tanned features were relaxed while he tracked a trio of females on the dance floor. He sat wearing his usual black on black. His long midnight hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck. According to Brianne, the most outspoken of the three female Guardians, Bastian looked just like some actor in a funny gigolo movie. The comments always made Jax roar with laughter.
“Alex and Vane helping save our asses with the Mageia was a solid move,” Dorian stated and then took a long pull from his beer. Alex had won them all over. The Nereid never sang the praises of any female that was not one of their sister Guardians. He didn’t trust females, but the Demi-Goddess and her brother had helped when they had been downed by corrupted Mageia. Though Mageia were no more than evolved humans able to work elemental magic, they’d amassed an impressive armory that made up for their lack of power. The fact that Alex and her brother, Vane, had found a way to help cemented them into the Guardian fold.
“I still can’t fucking process that Uri’s mated. I’m glad he’s happy. Just, shit.” Dorian’s blond brows furrowed over his aqua eyes. He took another long drink of his beer as he stared out at the crowd. His blond hair was spiked up high with blue tips, and he was in his usual worn jeans paired with a bright orange Aquaman tee. Gregoire agreed that it was odd, not only Uri finding his mate, but Alex’s brother, Erik, and Gregoire as well. Immortals rarely found mates, it could be several decades between mating ceremonies.
Something held him back from telling anyone about Alyssa. His beast twitched at the thought of anyone knowing about her; it had to be an ingrained protective trait. He hadn’t questioned it or told even Drake or Uri, who he was closest to.
“It pisses me off that Cyril got away. It took fucking centuries to find him this time,” Dorian said with a hard glint in his eyes. They’d only even found their enemy because Erik’s mate had been taken. They’d searched for centuries, but Cyril had hidden his ranks well, until taking the mate of the Demi-God. They’d been lucky as shit that Erik’s power and beast made him able to track and find her, but the bastard had slipped through their fingers.