Page 3 of Bound in Blood (Vampires of Boston #1)

Chapter

Two

LOGAN

T hough it was nearly three in the morning, the city was no quieter as Logan stepped outside. The Boston nightlife hummed around them, drunk assholes stumbling out of the bars on the same street that stayed open farther into the night than the one Logan worked at.

Mateo and Marco were right behind him as he shut and locked the door to the bar, the quiet presence more comforting than Logan expected. They made good wind blockers, at least. Logan turned, facing the crisp autumn air, a shiver running up his spine within seconds of stepping out.

Mostly good wind blockers, then.

Without saying a word, Mateo shrugged off his coat, draping it over Logan’s shoulders and engulfing him in warmth. “There,” he murmured, “That hoodie can’t protect you the entire walk.”

Logan snorted, but tugged the coat tighter around himself, relishing in the warmth. “And here I thought chivalry was dead.”

Mateo grinned, his eyes cutting over to his brother for a second before settling back on Logan. “Call me old-fashioned.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but warmth curled in his stomach as they began the short walk to his apartment. The twins stood on either side of him, like two ridiculously hot bodyguards. Though Logan couldn’t imagine a world where he stood next to these two and was somehow the one that turned heads.

As they took the first few steps in the direction of Logan’s apartment, he looked up toward the two of them. “Y’all aren’t actually gonna murder me, right?”

Mateo let out an amused hum. “And here I thought you would be much more trusting. I hate when my victi… I mean, I hate when my new friends question my motives.”

Marco exhaled, side-eyeing Mateo before meeting Logan’s gaze. “Is it so unbelievable that we want to walk you home because we like you?”

Mateo inched closer, leaning into Logan’s ear conspiratorially. “Besides, if we were going to kill you, I’d have come up with a much cooler fake name.”

Logan didn’t reply as they turned down a side street, the city growing just the slightest bit quieter as commercial buildings turned residential.

When the silence started feeling less comfortable and more awkward, Logan spoke. “So, do you two always offer to walk your bartenders home, or am I just special?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Mateo mused, bumping Logan with his shoulder as he stepped just a little closer. “Do you feel special?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, tilting his chin up to meet his golden stare. “So special. I can’t wait to call up the girls and tell them all about it.”

Mateo chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Make sure to mention how tall, handsome, and mysterious we are.”

“You’re about as mysterious as a picture book,” Marco muttered.

Mateo gasped, clutching his chest like Marco had physically stabbed him. “You wound me, fratellino ? * . I am an enigma.”

“You are obnoxious,” Marco corrected, his voice dry, but Logan couldn’t miss the slight upward twitch of his lips. “And stop with the ‘ fratellino,’ I’m only five minutes younger than you.”

“It really is your own family,” Mateo said, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

They rounded another corner, Logan’s building coming into view just down the block. The street was empty here, the Boston nightlife fading into distant background noise. As they approached the building, Logan exhaled, his breath visible in the cold night air.

“Do I get a gold star for making it home in one piece?” he asked, stopping on the first step up into the building.

Mateo hummed, tilting his head in mock consideration. “Depends.”

“On?”

Mateo leaned in, the corners of his mouth turning up. “On whether or not you invite us up for a drink.”

Logan attempted to stifle a laugh, the sound coming off more like a cough. “You mean you want me to come home from work as a bartender and invite you up to my apartment to—let me check my notes here—make you a drink?”

“No, bello, the drink is an excuse. Obviously.” He stepped closer, letting Logan feel the warmth of him, his golden eyes seemingly compelling Logan to agree to whatever he asked.

Logan glanced over at Marco then, because while he’d never viewed himself as particularly greedy before, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wanted either both of them or neither of them. Was that weird?

Marco caught his gaze, studying Logan in an intense, unreadable way.

“Mateo and I have never had trouble sharing our toys,” Marco offered, his voice lower than before. Rougher .

Logan’s breath hitched.

Mateo’s grin widened as the air shifted around them.

He stepped forward, into Logan’s space, his fingers brushing Logan’s lower back, searing him through the three layers of clothing that separated their skin.

“So?” he murmured, directly into Logan’s ear, his breath sending a shiver down Logan’s spine.

“I-I’ve never…” Logan stammered as the reality of the situation began to set in. He wanted this, God did he want it, but back home he could barely handle one man. Never even considered two before tonight. Briefly, he wondered how it would even work, but all his mind would supply was hot, hot, hot.

“Shh…” Mateo put a finger to his lips, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. If you want to, but you aren’t ready, that’s okay. But if you’re just nervous, don’t be. We’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, Marco?”

Marco assessed the situation, eyes dark with something Logan couldn’t put a name to. He gave a slow nod, gaze never leaving Logan’s. “Of course.”

Logan exhaled, fingers tightening on Mateo’s borrowed coat. The heat curling low in his stomach had shifted from attraction to anticipation.

He could say no, of course. Could laugh it off, take a rain check, tell them he wasn’t that kind of guy. But Logan had spent his entire life in a tiny town with tiny boxes to fit into. He’d moved to this city to become someone new, hadn’t he?

Fuck it.

He swallowed, hands shaking only slightly as he reached into his pocket for his keys. He pressed the little grey fob-thing up to the sensor next to the front door of his building, tilting his head toward the door. “You know, a gentleman usually gets the door for his date.”

Mateo chuckled, clearly delighted, as he reached past Logan to open the door. “ Tesoro, you have two gentlemen tonight.”

Logan gave his best attempt at an eye roll, stepping past Mateo and into the warm lobby. He moved toward the elevator, twins never more than two steps behind him. Logan pressed the up button, hands still shaking as they waited for the elevator.

He noticed, after he had agreed to… whatever they had planned for him, that both of them had stepped just a little more into his space.

Anyone who stumbled upon the three of them in that lobby would no doubt know their intentions, whether it be from the twins’ nearness or Logan’s inability to will the blush away from his face.

The elevator door slid open, and Logan entered, hitting his floor number and leaning against the wall. His head swam, and his vision narrowed only to want, want, want.

As the three of them began to ascend, Mateo swiftly pressed Logan tight against the wall, their bodies flush against each other. His finger slid up the hollow of Logan’s throat, settling underneath his chin and tilting it upward, their mouths mere centimeters apart.

“This okay?” He breathed against Logan’s mouth.

Logan swallowed hard, pulse hammering against his skin, against Mateo’s fingers. The blood had rushed entirely out of his brain. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe, his base instincts allowing him only to nod.

Mateo made a pleased sound before closing the space between them, pressing his lips to Logan’s in a searing kiss.

Logan had given his permission, and now Mateo was in charge.

He kissed with no patience, no hesitation—just heat and pressure and demand.

Mateo pushed him impossibly further into the elevator wall, crowding his space until all Logan could feel or smell or taste was Mateo.

He gasped against Mateo’s mouth, but the sound was swallowed instantly as Mateo deepened the kiss.

He grasped at Logan’s hip like he’d die if he let go.

Logan couldn’t think. His mind was full of mush and lust as Mateo’s teeth caught the bottom of his lip, his hips pressing into Logan’s thigh, letting Logan know Mateo wanted Logan as much as Logan wanted him.

To his side, Logan heard a quiet, restrained inhale. Marco.

Logan had no time to react before Mateo pulled away from him just enough to grab Logan by the chin and tilt his head toward Marco.

“Don’t let me steal all the fun, fratellino, try him. He tastes as good as he smells.” Mateo slid over only slightly, only enough to give Marco room to crowd Logan further.

Marco, who had kept his hands to himself all night, reached up, brushing Logan’s cheek, the side of his neck, his throat, so gently with the pads of his fingers.

Mateo kissed like he wanted to devour Logan, but Marco’s touch was something else entirely.

Not hesitant, controlled . Like a cat lying in wait.

Savoring the moment, the hunt. Logan’s entire body was on fire, desperate for more contact.

Marco studied him, thumb tracing his lower lip, sending shocks of pleasure straight to Logan’s stomach. When he finally leaned in, his lips met Logan’s slowly. A methodical precision. He kissed Logan like he was memorizing him, mapping out the shape of his mouth with lips and tongue.

Vaguely, Logan heard Mateo hum his approval. He felt his knees go weak, Mateo’s grip on his hip tightening to keep him steady. “ Fuck.” Logan groaned against Marco’s lips. He wanted more, needed more, he needed…

The elevator dinged.

All three of them froze.

Logan’s chest heaved, breath uneven, body burning.

Mateo pulled back first, his expression wicked. “Your stop.”