Page 41 of Bound in Blood (Vampires of Boston #1)

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

LOGAN

T he door had barely clicked shut before Mateo started shedding clothes in mild disgust, much to Marco and Logan’s amusement. “Next time someone dumps their entire beer on me, we are going to the nearest hotel to shower.”

He practically sprinted up the stairs, throwing clothes down as he went, heading for the shower. Marco quietly picked up after him, Logan trailing just behind, unable to contain his laughter. “To be fair, you instigated it!”

“All I said was if he didn’t want to witness PDA, he shouldn’t go out in public!” Mateo argued, doing a little hop as he yanked a sock off.

“Yeah, okay, but after that, when he told you there were kids present, you said ‘fuck those kids.’” Marco reminded him, picking up the sock like it had personally offended him, before tossing all of Mateo’s clothes in a hamper.

“He was mad about hand holding Marco! It’s not like I was tongue-fucking Logan’s mouth over fried Oreos.” He threw a scorching look over his shoulder at Logan, “But if Logan’s into that, I could?—”

“Go take your shower, Romeo.” Logan shoved his shoulder. “I’m not into jail time.”

Mateo rolled his eyes dramatically before backing into the bathroom, “There weren’t even any kids around, it was like eleven at night!”

“ Shower, ” Marco and Logan groaned at the same time. Mateo waved them off, closing the door almost all the way, before sticking his hand out and giving them the finger.

“You know, there are actual teenagers with better impulse control than him.” Marco sighed, shaking his head. “Every time I’m certain I’m the more anti-social one, Mateo has to remind me that it can get much worse.”

Logan smirked. “Yeah, but things wouldn’t be half as fun if he were boring.”

Marco hummed in thought, sitting down on the bed. The faint hum of running water was the only sound between them for a moment, before Marco nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. You should have known him before he got hold of his anger.”

Logan sat down next to him, body instinctively curling into his side. Marco’s arm came up around Logan’s. Logan looked up at him. “What made him finally start to calm down? He said the vampire stuff really fucked him up for a long time.”

Marco nodded again. “You’d have to ask him that. I know we share most everything now but it wasn’t always like that.” He scooted impossibly closer, his fingers under Logan’s chin, tilting it up just enough to make Logan look him in the eyes. “But do you really want to talk about all that tonight?”

Logan grinned. “What, you take me on one date and expect me to put out?” Logan tsked, “Thought you were the more gentlemanly, brother.”

“Maybe it’s not very gentlemanly of me to say, but I barely got two seconds of my cock in your mouth last week and I would burn this city to the ground with no remorse if that’s what it took for you to finish what you started,” Marco’s voice was pitched low, sounding out each syllable, words pressing like a slow drag of heat against Logan’s skin.

His eyes were dark, heavy with something dangerous.

His pupils had swallowed up most of the gold in his eyes, like he might sink into ferality if Logan told him no.

Logan blinked up at him, all mock innocence, slightly tilting his head like he was considering his options. Like he didn’t know how this was going to end. How he wanted it to end.

“Burn the city down?” he mused, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip in pretend thought. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”

Marco’s fingers under his chin tightened just slightly, not rough, but demanding. Like he knew the exact game Logan was playing, and he was prepared to end it quickly. “I would argue it’s not dramatic enough, amore mio. ”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking down to Marco’s mouth for a fraction of a second before looking back up. “ Amore mio, hm? You’re so desperate for me to get on my knees for you that you’re upgrading my pet name?”

Marco let out a quiet hum, like he was humoring a child playing pretend. His grip on Logan’s chin tight enough now to remind Logan who was really in control here, whether Logan wanted to play games with him or not.

“You are my love, no?” he mused, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “What would you prefer I call you, hm? La mia puttanella ?”

The words didn’t quite translate, but the filth got through to Logan just fine. He shivered. Like, a full body shiver, as he leaned in just a little closer, their noses almost touching. “What does that mean?”

Marco didn’t answer right away.

Instead, his grip shifted, his hand sliding down Logan’s throat, to his shoulders, then lower, finally settling on his hips.

His hands stilled there for a moment, like he was savoring the feel of him, before he yanked Logan forward, slotting him into his lap like he belonged there.

Logan allowed himself to be pulled, straddling Marco’s lap with little resistance, because, really, this was always how it was going to go down.

A breath caught in Logan’s throat as Marco slid his hands up, under the shirt Logan had borrowed from Mateo, dragging against his bare sides like he had all the time in the world.

Logan’s stomach tightened in anticipation as Marco leaned in, lips brushing Logan’s ear, sending a shiver straight down his spine and to his groin.

“It means ‘my little whore.’”Marco purred, the filth of his words settling hot and heavy in Logan’s stomach, spreading outward like fire licking at his nerves, but Marco gave him no time to respond.

His grip on Logan’s waist tightened, fingers digging in hard enough for Logan to feel it as he rolled his hips up, letting Logan know exactly how much he wanted him. Logan inhaled sharply, and Marco grinned at him, as if he’d been waiting for that reaction.

Logan wasn’t used to this expression from Marco. Usually, his smiles were soft and reserved. Grinning was for Mateo, who gave them out freely and playfully. When Marco grinned at him, it was dripping with sinister heat, a promise to Logan to ruin him beyond repair.

Marco’s hands skimmed back up Logan’s torso under his shirt, thumbs brushing his bottom ribs as he watched Logan carefully.

They’d only done this a couple of times, but Marco had him trained.

Logan’s arms went up before he had to say a word, and Marco pulled the shirt free, discarding it on the floor.

“Good boy,” Marco purred, rewarding Logan with a chaste kiss. He pulled back too quickly, eyes roaming over Logan in appreciation, his gaze scorching Logan’s skin where it landed.

Logan huffed a breath feeling too warm, too exposed, but God he wanted more. He let his hands fall to the hem of Marco’s shirt, toying with the fabric, his voice a little breathless as he murmured, “Yours too.”

Without breaking eye contact, Marco reached down, brushing Logan’s fingers before gently pushing them away, pulling his own shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Logan barely stopped himself from sucking in another breath.

Logan had been given plenty of opportunities to see the twins without their shirts over the past week, but his reaction remained the same.

Marco was unfairly built, all lean strength, untouched by age in the eighty-six-ish years he’d been immortal.

It wasn’t just his body, though. It was the way he watched Logan, cataloging every reaction, heated gaze never leaving Logan’s face.

He leaned in, their lips just almost touching but not quite close enough for full contact. “Speechless already, amore mio ?” he murmured against Logan’s mouth.

He let the moment stretch, let Logan hang in the heat of it, lips still hovering barely out of reach. Logan could close the distance. They both knew it. But they also both know he wouldn’t, because Marco didn’t say he could.

Just when the anticipation became unbearable, Marco moved.

One second, Logan was straddling his lap, the next, Marco had him on his back, weight pressing Logan down, pinning him to the mattress. A beat later and Marco’s hands were on him, skimming the bare skin of his sides, dragging over his stomach, settling finally on Logan’s waistband.

He didn’t rush.

No, Marco was nothing if not a patient man, Logan was coming to learn.

Marco got off on the emotions he drew out of Logan just as much as he did being touched. He slowly popped the button of Logan’s jeans, eyes locked on Logan’s face, watching for every tiny reaction, every flicker of anticipation.

The bond was a live wire between them, Logan’s arousal sent to Marco and coming back doubled… then, suddenly, there was more.

A fresh wave of heat flooding his senses, unexpected and overwhelming.

Mateo.

The realization hit him at the same time Marco’s fingers hooked into the loops of Logan’s jeans, tugging downward, teasing just enough to make Logan’s breath catch. The fabric slid down his thighs, Marco’s hands firm and possessive, his fingertips dragging over newly revealed bare skin.

Then, finally, the bathroom door creeked open.

Mateo’s voice, warm and lazy, dripping with amusement, filled the room. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”

Logan barely had time to react to Mateo’s entrance before a hand that was not Marco’s slid up his thigh, deliberate and precise, fingers dragging close enough to Logan’s groin to make him shiver.

Mateo, still warm from the shower, still slightly damp, was already settling beside them, casual and unbothered, like he had all the time in the world.

His eyes raked over Logan’s flushed, exposed body, a slow, appreciative drag that had Logan’s stomach tightening.

“Thank you, Marco, for doing all the hard work.” Mateo mused, voice smooth and edged with something wicked.

His fingers curled around Logan’s thigh, pressing in slightly before retreating, his teasing just light enough to keep Logan’s hips from bucking.