“What the hell are you talking about?” He’d had just enough of his friend yelling and punching him.
“That hot dude you hooked up with last night?”
“Yeah,” Vin couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face.
“He’s my uncle.”
“No!” Vin replayed the encounter in his mind. “There’s no way he’s anyone’s uncle.”
“He’s old, man, like three hundred or something.”
Vin covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh my god!”
Jessie leaned back in his seat, a smug smile on his face. “Now how do you feel about your hot piece of ass?”
Replaying the night in his head Vin became hard again.
Jessie wrinkled his nose. “Eww, dude, just eww.”
Vin shrugged. “I can’t help it. I’ve never been attracted to someone like that before. It was insane.”
“Maybe it was the beer. I’m thinking War gave us some fucked up alcohol to get us to taunt the weres.” Jessie gave Vin a considering look.
Vin grabbed that suggestion with both hand. “Maybe. We’ll talk to him when we get back.”
They went back to discussing sports and the upcoming parties until the limo pulled up to the dorm. Vin hung back when Jessie rushed off toward their building. “Would you tell Loren I’m sorry I had to ditch him for classes this morning?”
The driver nodded. “I will Master Vinson.”
“Um, thanks.” He didn’t know much about the master crap but he figured it was a vampire thing. He’d have to do some research on vampires. Jessie certainly wouldn’t be eager to help him out if he knew Vin harboured a crush for his uncle.
Despite learning Loren was way out of his league, Vin couldn’t help his mind wandering back to that night. The week passed quickly, all his classes blurring together as he drifted through them.
“What’s wrong with you man?” Jessie asked when Vin turned down an invitation to go to a party at the local frat house.
Vin shrugged. “I’ve had this headache all fucking week. Nothing seems to help.”
Jessie sat beside Vin on his bed. Concern etched on his face. He pressed a hand to Vin’s forehead. “How are you eating?”
“A little nauseous to tell you the truth. Nothing’s really settled with me this week.”
Jessie swallowed loudly in the quiet of their room. “How are you sleeping? Having any dreams?”
Vin blushed. “I don’t think you want to hear about my dreams.”
“My uncle?” Jessie guessed.
“Fuck.” Jessie threw himself back on Vin’s bed.
“You bonded with my uncle. I hope you meant what you said about the attraction because you are officially the mate of the most powerful vampire in North America,” Jessie announced, flinging his arm over his eyes.
Vin grabbed Jessie’s wrist and pulled down his arm. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s a gazillion in one fucking chance!” Jessie shouted jumping to his feet. “Most vampires never find their mates. My uncle has been waiting three hundred years and you walk in and claim him!”
“Jessie, dude, could you please stop a minute and at least try to make sense?” Vin’s head hurt and Jessie shouting wasn’t making it any easier.
“Master Loren would like your presence at dinner this evening.”
Jessie and Vin jumped to their feet. The chauffeur who’d driven them to the college the previous week stood in their doorway.
“Hey Jeff,” Jessie said casually.
Vin could see the tension in his friend’s body. “Is he okay,” he whispered.
Jessie nodded. “I’ll come with you.”