CHAPTER 3
"Are you sure Q is your mate?" Ian asked.
"Q? That's his name?" Jotham asked, not wanting his mate to think a name was a deal breaker for claiming him.
Shaking his head, Ian replied, "No, at least, I highly doubt it. Since he hasn't spoken, and I didn't want to keep calling him The Quiet One, I asked him if it was okay to just call him Q."
Jotham wished his little man would look at him once more. Those golden eyes were intriguing and the long black lashes brushing against his high delicate cheek bones were enough to draw Jotham in.
A light growl escaped his throat as the Councilman envisioned what it would be like to trace every curve and contour of his mate before placing his lips against the man's own sensual perfect ones and bringing them together, as fate intended for th
