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By the time Friday arrived, the twins were well-fucked, had fed a third of Brooke’s vampires, and were the proud owners of a kitten with one and a half ears. He was approximately four months old, still a tiny little thing — though fierce. When found, it’d had a broken tail, numerous lacerations on its body, and half of its little face was mangled. It’d lived with the owner of a rescue organization for two months, and the only remaining signs of that damage was a one-inch-long tail, and the loss of a good portion of the outer part of the little thing’s left ear.

The boys had named it Ferocious, which was a big name for a tiny kitten, but it fit.

They’d had it a full twenty-eight hours, and Brooke had spent a portion of the night with them, playing games with the kitten and talking to them about their new responsibility.

There had also been a reading ofThe Little Prince.

Little Ferocious was not afraid of the cougars, or the vampires, or even the grizzly bear, but he’d drawn the line at a snake. Dev would win him over, but he was going to need to go slow.

His alarm went off at four in the afternoon to wake him, and he turned the monitors on to see what the twins were up to. Both were sleeping, which he hoped was a good thing. He called the control room and talked to the leopard charged with watching them, and was told they’d been up a few times to check on their kitten, but had slept a good part of the day.

The boys needed a job, something besides feeding vampires, to help them feel as if they were part of coterie life. Not lawnmaintenance, because he wasn’t ready to trust them with tools that could be used as weapons, nor was he prepared to allow them outside without a keeper close at hand. Plus, there wasn’t much outside work to do at this location.

They couldn’t act as delivery-boys for the kitchen yet, either, because they couldn’t be trusted with the codes to get through locked doors.

They could wash dishes, but that would put them too close to some very sharp knives.

Sending them to the laundry to work wasn’t an option, either. That particular job was designed to be a punishment, and the boys needed nurturing right now, not isolation. Besides, separating them for twenty-two hours a day would be cruel and unusual punishment. Not that Dev was above cruel and unusual, but the boys weren’t emotionally able to handle life without each other. Their Concilio owners had tried to do so multiple times, with increasingly horrible results. Dev was building trust with them and didn’t plan to go there.

Speaking of trust, he needed to figure out how much he trusted the two during a scene with Genie.

He felt confident Ezra would treat her with respect, but Elijah was still a bit of a wild card. Ezra understood she’d saved his brother’s life. Elijah, on the other hand, had been unconscious when it happened, so he hadn’t actually witnessed it. He’d been told about it, but it wasn’t the same as being there, and from his somewhat-juvenile perspective, he hadn’t been.

So, Elijah bound to the table with Genie sitting on his cock, Ezra bound kneeling so he could fuck Genie’s face, and Dev could fuck her ass while Elijah was in her pussy.

And if there was a second round?

After considering several options, he thought the best game plan for a second round meant the cats were bound somewhereout of the way where they’d have to watch Dev satisfy the little owl.

The kitchen let Dev know the breakfast he’d ordered before retiring for the day was ready, and he asked for it to be taken to the cats’ suite. He took a few moments to wrap his dhoti before making his way to their floor.The little sloth shifter stood with the tray, and Dev patted him on the ass and sent him on his way with a thank you. He was part of the flock, but he worked in the kitchens for extra pay. Usually, Dev went to the kitchen to eat, but with extra people (and vampires) in residence, he’d brought a few of the flock over who didn’t mind working for extra pay. Two birds, one stone.

A mechanical lock was on the outside of their suite now, along with someone monitoring them via video, and a guard posted in their hallway. It took a few seconds to turn the tumbler on the old-style combination lock before he disengaged the electronic ones. He pocketed the old lock and opened the door.

“It’s time to rise and shine!” he announced as he entered the twins’ little suite. They had a decent-sized sitting room, a small bedroom that barely held the king-sized bed, and a luxurious bathroom nearly as large as the bedroom. Brooke had inherited this home when she took over as Master of Birmingham, so no one was certain as to the rhyme or reason of some of the suites.

He set up on their dining table, pulling the leaves up to provide enough room for the food as well as the three who’d be eating. Ezra went into the bathroom, and Elijah said, in a perfect British accent, “Bloody hell, I don’t want to be awake.”

That gave Dev pause, and he asked, “Were you originally taught English with an American accent or a British one?”

“Both,” he said, returning to his American accent. “Vampires were assigned which language to speak to us when we were young. Most spoke Italian, but a few spoke French, and othersEnglish, with a mix of British and American. Once we had to go to classes, our English teacher was American, and a woman. Years later, she left and then we had a male British teacher.”

“That was probably done on purpose,” Dev mused. He didn’t mention why, but doing it that way had set it up so they could easily be sold a lot more places.

Without responding, Elijah went into the bathroom as well, and Dev opened the crate in the bedroom to let little Ferocious out. He opened a can of cat food, spooned it into the cat bowl, and spoke towards the door. “One of you should change out the cat’s water bowl. Wash it, rinse it, and then fill with fresh water.”

The kitten let him get near while he ate, but shied away if he tried to pet him. The tiny thing would get used to him in time. This wasn’t the first cat he’d had to win over.

He sat on the floor near Ferocious while he waited for the twins to both come out of the bathroom so he could wash his hands. He wasn’t worried about germs, but the scent of the cat food had transferred to his hands and he wanted it off.

Once they were all seated and had their plates full of food, Dev started the conversation they needed to have. “Is there anyone you’ve met since you arrived that you’re particularly interested in having sex with?”

In stereo, they said, “Genie.”

Well, that might have been a little too easy.

“Genie is mine. She doesn’t know it yet, it’s new, but ya’ll need to be clear on that.”

“You asked,” Elijah noted.