Fox’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight enough to push the air out of Colin’s chest. Colin slapped at his arm. “Dude. You’re crushing me with your stupid muscles. Stop it.”

  “You like my muscles,” Fox teased, but he loosened his grip, if only slightly. “Now show me your comic.”

  Colin settled back against him, loving the firm hold around him more than he’d like to admit. He opened the comic to the first page. “So this is Eddie…”

  They’d started in on the second comic of the evening when something shifted. Fox relaxed fully against the headboard, tightening his arms around Colin at the same time. “Dane’s coming back,” he said softly.

  “You can tell?”

  “I can tell.”

  Colin grinned down at his comic. “So fucking cool.”

  He started to turn the page, but suddenly Fox’s hands were…wandering. A soft brush against Colin’s chest. A stroke of Colin’s thigh.

  Colin shifted, his ass brushing against something firm. He coughed out a laugh. “Relief makes you horny, huh?”

  “Having you on my lap makes me horny,” Fox corrected in a purr. “I was just distracted from it before. Tell me, little lamb: does it take two of us to turn you on?”

  There wasn’t any judgment in the question—only curiosity—so Colin took it at face value. “I don’t know,” he answered after a moment. “I don’t think so.”

  He was guessing the answer was probably no, considering Fox’s focused touch already had his dick half-hard in his shorts.

  Fox’s hand gripped his chin, turning Colin’s head toward his. “Shall we find out?”

  And then his mouth was slamming down, claiming Colin’s in a kiss.

  ten

  Fox

  Finally, Fox was getting to taste Colin’s mouth. He’d been dying to ever since the night before, when he’d looked up, his mouth around the human’s leaking cock, to see Dane losing himself in the pleasure of it.

  It had already been some sort of divine, having Colin all warm and pliant in his lap. For someone who didn’t seem used to much physical affection of any kind, their prickly little human sank into it easily enough.

  Or maybe he only did that with Fox and Dane?

  Oh fuck. That was a delicious thought. If that was the case, Fox was willing to take a kind of feral pride in that.

  But as heavenly as a lap full of Colin was, it was nothing compared to a lap full of Colin whimpering into Fox’s mouth, his hands clutching Fox’s forearms, his nails digging in as he let himself be devoured. He tasted like the bitter coffee he was always drinking, combined with something fresh and sweet that was all him.

  It was an awkward angle, and it wasn’t long before Colin had dropped his comic on the bed, twisting in Fox’s arms to straddle his legs, sucking on Fox’s tongue like a man possessed.

  So it didn’t take two of them to turn him on, after all. Good to know. Fucking fantastic, actually. Although, it would have been fine if it did. Whatever Colin needed to reach the overwhelming peak he craved, Fox would give it to him.

  He was so full of surprises, their human. This innate sensuality crushed by his past disappointments with sex, for one. And then there had been the revelation of watching Colin with his father. For all that Colin gave off the impression of a prickly loner, there was real loyalty there. And a deep, aching love anyone could see. It was clear his standing lunchtime appointments with his father weren’t some sort of reluctant obligation. He cared. He worried.

  And now Fox wanted that loyalty, that care…maybe even that love. He wanted it for him and Dane. Wanted to be one of the few people in Colin’s life who’d earned it. He craved it as fiercely as he craved the taste of blood. Eagerly. Selfishly.

  We’re going to keep him, he thought, licking into Colin’s mouth.

  His devil purred its agreement. It had wanted to keep this lanky human since the moment he’d stepped onto their porch—just lock him in their lair and never let him go.

  Fox broke the kiss, trying to remind himself that humans needed to breathe sometimes. He kissed along Colin’s neck, down to his collarbone, growling in frustration at the fabric in his way. He tugged and tore until the shirt opened for him, buttons scattering onto the comforter.

  Colin leaned back from him, a frown on his face. Fuck, he looked good. Panting and flushed from Fox’s kiss. Even his scowl was delectable.

  “Dude. What the fuck?”

  Fox shrugged, tugging the rest of the shirt off Colin’s shoulders, revealing so much delicious bare skin to his gaze. “Moment of passion.”

  “You two may wear the same interchangeable bro tanks every day, but I choose my clothes with care, asshole.”

  “You do?” Fox studied the fabric in his hands. It was—or it had been—some short-sleeved button-down with a sort of retro Hawaiian print. Was this hipster fashion? Did hipsters still even exist? More to the point… “I’m clearly not overwhelming you correctly if you’re fussing over a thrift-store shirt.”

  “It’s not a thrift—” Colin paused, cocking his head. “Actually, it is. But I liked it.”

  Fox held his hands up in supplication. “Won’t happen again. I will diligently unbutton every button next time,” he promised.

  “Good.” Colin shifted on his lap, his erection brushing against Fox’s. “And as for overwhelm, all you’ve done is kiss me so far, so—” He waved a dismissive hand, the little fuck.

  It had not just been kissing, not with the way Colin had been writhing and thrusting against Fox, his delightfully hard cock pressing against Fox’s stomach, as if Colin might come in his pants exactly like he had with Dane’s bite.

  Fox smirked, amused by Colin’s attempt to be blasé. “And what would you like me to do to you, little lamb? Besides just kissing.”

  Colin’s brow furrowed, his long, slender fingers toying with the fabric of Fox’s shirt. “I don’t think I like that question.”

  Right. Because he was an overthinker, their Colin, retreating into his head too easily. It was clear to anyone watching him closely, and Fox had been watching him very closely.

  It couldn’t have been easy for him in the bedroom, with his brain working a mile a minute like that. Maybe that was why Colin had reacted so beautifully to Fox and Dane discussing him like he wasn’t there, that time on the couch. Talking about him like he was their plaything. Like he was theirs to decide what to do with.

  Fox hadn’t missed the way Colin’s hips had stuttered, the way he had shivered, every time they’d done it. Colin didn’t want to be asked. He wanted to be told. And maybe not even directly.

  Fine by Fox.

  He pulled Colin’s hips closer, reveling in the feel of his cock pressed against him. “Then stop your grumbling and let me kiss you.”

  Colin opened his mouth—no doubt to say something pissy—and Fox took advantage, threading his fingers through Colin’s soft hair and thrusting his tongue into that open mouth.

  He worked open Colin’s shorts with his other hand, not pushing them down just yet, but pushing his hand in, grabbing at the bare skin of Colin’s ass. There wasn’t much to get a hold of—not much meat on his bones—but that didn’t matter, not when his skin was smooth and hot, the muscles bunching as Colin desperately sought friction once again.

  He caressed the crease, his fingers dipping in every so often, rubbing dry against the puckered skin of Colin’s hole. He’d said he wasn’t a virgin. He’d said he didn’t want to top. Would he let Fox fuck him? It was almost enough to make Fox lose his mind, just the thought of it. His devil was practically going feral inside him, desperate to claim, to take.

  He broke the kiss off again, ignoring Colin’s whine as he nuzzled his ear. “You got lube in here, slayer?”

  Colin shook his head, his eyes glassy.

  Fox tugged at his earlobe with blunt teeth, loving the way Colin shivered. “No worries, my lamb. Dane will grab some for us.” He shot a look over Colin’s shoulder. “Won’t you, Dane?”

  Colin twisted with a start to face the doorway. He obviously hadn’t heard the telltale sounds of Dane returning home, but Fox had. It was like a little gift for his brother—what could be better to come home to than a flushed and partially debauched Colin?

  Fox could feel Dane’s desire through the bond, just as he could see it in the taut tension of his jaw, the heat in his gaze as he took in the sight of a shirtless Colin on Fox’s lap, Fox’s hand dipping into the back of his shorts.

  “You’re home,” Colin said, his voice uncharacteristically tender.

  That was one way to soften that prickly exterior, apparently—kiss him senseless and grab his ass.

  Good to know.

  Dane didn’t say anything at all, just nodded to Fox and stalked off down the hall.

  Colin’s brow furrowed as he bit into his lower lip. “Is he upset?”

  “Not upset, little lamb,” Fox reassured. “Just so turned on he can’t handle it. He’s coming back.”

  “You’re sure?”

  Something warm unfurled in Fox’s chest. Colin worried. He worried about Dane. His reactions. His feelings. That meant he cared.

  How long had it been since anyone other than Fox had done so?

  Fox almost couldn’t take it. “I’m positive.” He tugged at the hem of Colin’s shorts. “Take these off. Let’s give him something tasty to return to.”

  Colin didn’t move at first, still nibbling at his lip, seemingly unconvinced by Fox’s reassurance.

  Fox tilted his chin up with one finger, forcing Colin to meet his gaze. His eyes were looking green today, although yesterday Fox would have sworn they were blue. “Here’s what’s what. I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do and you’re gonna speak up if any of it doesn’t make your dick spurt, okay?”

  Colin’s nose wrinkled with distaste. “My dick spurt? Are you kidding me?”

  Fox pressed a quick kiss to the frown on Colin’s pretty pink lips. “Hush. Step one: we’re gonna get you naked. Put all this warm, velvety skin on display for us to rub and lick and touch as much as we want. Step two: I’m gonna use the lube Dane’s so helpfully providing us and I’m going to stretch this poor, neglected hole.” He pressed a finger in demonstration, watching as Colin’s lips parted at the sensation. “I’m gonna get it loose and wet, absolutely dripping for us.”

  Colin shifted in his hold. “What’s—what’s Dane going to be doing?” he asked breathily.

  Fox’s grin was positively wolfish. “So glad you asked, my lamb. Dane is going to be worshipping the rest of this gorgeous body of yours. And if he’s really, really good at it, you might reward him with that vicious mouth on his cock. He’s dying for it. Aren’t you, Dane?”

  Colin once again twisted to stare at Dane in the doorway. His cock was still hard against Fox’s stomach, and it twitched against him as Colin realized Dane had been listening in on Fox’s filthy plans.

  “You’re dying for it?” he asked Dane, sounding like he couldn’t believe it.

  Dane tossed the lube into Fox’s waiting hand, then came to sit at the edge of the bed beside them. He pressed a lingering kiss to Colin’s neck. “Do you doubt it?”

  Fox licked his lips as Dane slid one of Colin’s hands onto his bulge.

  “Oh,” Colin said simply. But Fox didn’t miss the way his hand squeezed, the shiver that ran through his body at the evidence of Dane’s arousal. “And then what?”

  “Then, my brave, prickly human,” Fox answered, kissing Colin again for good measure. “Then I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been craving since the moment you appeared on our doorstep. But only once you’re begging for it. Would you like that? Dane’s cock in your mouth, me fucking your hole? Messy and used and absolutely overwhelmed?”

  “I don’t, um—I don’t know.” But Colin was rocking his hips against Fox’s body again, searching for friction. “I’ve never tried it before.”

  “Any objections?”

  Colin shook his head frantically, and Fox nodded to Dane, who captured their human’s mouth with his. Fox worked to push Colin’s shorts the rest of the way off, humming in approval when Colin shimmied his hips to help him out.

  Together, the two of them laid him on his back, his head pointed to the foot of the bed.

  Colin looked nervously from one to the other, but he made no attempt to cover himself. “Shouldn’t I be on my hands and knees?”

  Fox shook his head, brushing his fingers along Colin’s calf. “Another time, maybe.” Because while that image was hot as fuck to think about, Fox wasn’t about to deprive himself of the sight in front of him: Colin’s long limbs stretched out, that beautiful face on display, his pebbled pink nipples just begging to be sucked, and his flushed and weeping cock, hard as hell and dripping precum onto his stomach.

  “You’re going to get naked too?” Colin asked, his nerves creeping into his voice for the first time.

  Fox’s need to reassure him made it an easy answer. “Of course.”

  He started stripping, nodding to Dane to do the same. It was almost funny, the way Colin whipped his head back and forth sharply, trying to get an eyeful of both of them at the same time. His tense muscles began to relax again with each piece of clothing they removed.

  Fully nude, Fox uncapped the lube while an equally nude Dane stretched out beside Colin on the bed.

  Colin stopped gaping at Fox’s naked body and turned his head to Dane. “Hi,” he said softly.

  “Hi.” Dane’s answering smile was adoring as all hell. What a fucking softie.

  “Fox said you’re going to worship me.”

  “Well, then…” Dane’s smile grew wider. “I’ve never known Fox to lie.”

  It was a sweet moment, all tender as fuck, and it made Fox’s heart clench. There was something real here. He knew it. And he knew Dane knew it, whether the stubborn dick wanted to admit it or not.

  But now wasn’t the time to get sentimental. Not with Colin stretched out before them, ready and willing.

  Fox focused on his task, peripherally aware of Dane capturing Colin’s mouth again, his fingers exploring Colin’s chest. Fox lubed up his own fingers, coaxing Colin to bend his knees, giving Fox access to that soft, silken furrow once again. He stroked along the crease and heard a gasp, muffled by Dane’s mouth. Fox smirked, nudging Colin’s legs even wider apart. He found that puckered entrance and rubbed against it gently.

  He took his time.

  There was just so much to entertain him. The long legs in front of him, for one. He nibbled at Colin’s knee, licking along his inner thigh. And once Colin’s entrance was soaking and softened, Colin’s knees knocking into Fox’s chest as he writhed, Fox pushed a finger in.

  The gasp wasn’t so muffled this time, and Fox glanced up to see Dane had turned his attention to Colin’s nipples, licking and sucking at the pink buds.

  Colin’s head lifted, and he met Fox’s eye. He looked wrecked and fucked out already, and all he’d had so far was Fox’s finger and a little bit of Dane’s attention.

  “How does that feel?” Fox asked, stroking Colin’s insides with his finger.

  It was his brother who answered, murmuring, “His skin is so fucking soft.”

  Fox hummed in agreement, turning his attention back to opening Colin up. It was slow work. Colin may not have been a virgin, but it had clearly been a very long time since he’d had anything inside him. But Fox could be patient. Sometimes.

  “How’s Dane doing, little lamb?” he asked however long later, when he had two fingers crooked inside him and Colin had moved on from gasping to whimpering. “Has he earned your mouth yet?”

  Colin’s eyes flew open. “Yeah, I’ll—I’ll suck it.” He tilted his head to Dane. “I’ll suck you.”

  Fox didn’t miss the way Dane had to grasp his own cock hard at the base at Colin’s stuttered words. Fox couldn’t blame him. His own prick was hanging full and heavy between his thighs, aching for the tight heat his fingers were promising.

  He met Dane’s eye, communicating wordlessly, and they slid Colin down the bed until his head was hanging off the end, his throat stretched and extended—any vampire’s wet dream.

  Dane rose off the bed and stood behind Colin. Of course, since it was him, he was gentle as all fuck, nudging the head of his cock against Colin’s lips, letting him lick and suck at his own pace. Fox could feel the sweet torture of it through the bond, the heavy need of Dane’s to thrust and fuck into that throat.

  But his brother did always love a trial in self-control.

  Fox, however, was at his fucking limit. He’d resumed his stroking and probing and stretching, three fingers deep inside Colin, their human’s cock jerking every time Fox hit the right spot inside him. It was highly possible Colin could come just like that, from Fox’s fingers and the feel of Dane’s cock in his mouth. And that would be fine, wouldn’t it? Fox didn’t have to fuck him. He could get him off with his fingers, let Dane finish in Colin’s mouth, then jerk himself all over Colin’s silky chest. It would be hot as fuck, still, Colin all covered in Fox’s cum.

  His devil growled its frustration—it wanted to claim, damn it—and Fox couldn’t keep the sound in completely.

  Colin popped off Dane’s cock and managed to glare at him, although the expression was softened somewhat by his glassy eyes and spit-soaked mouth. “I’m not going to beg. But if you don’t fuck me sometime in the next ten seconds, I’ll kick you in the dick.”

  Fox’s growl stuttered off, and he couldn’t help it—he laughed. He laughed so fucking hard he had to withdraw his fingers, much to Colin’s evident frustration.

  Fox couldn’t even remember the last time he’d laughed during sex. Probably never. But fuck. He was just so perfect, this pissy human.

  He calmed down enough to catch Colin glancing uncertainly at Dane. “That wasn’t very sexy of me, was it?”

  Dane smiled down at him, his thumb rubbing some of the spit off Colin’s chin. “You threatening Fox will always be sexy. You’ve got him twisted into knots, little minx.”

 

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