Page 45 of Bound in Blood (Vampires of Boston #1)

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

MARCO

M arco woke up to whispering.

Low and conspiratorial, interrupted by an occasional soft laugh.

Quiet enough that even with his vampire hearing, he couldn’t make out what was being said three feet from him.

Which felt… purposeful. Marco cracked his eyes open, squinting at the dim light filtering in through the curtains.

The bed felt warm, and his limbs were still heavy with sleep, but there was something missing.

Something he’d gotten used to having over the past two weeks.

Logan had shifted away from Marco fully. He was, it appeared, curled up against Mateo, their heads pressed together, murmuring in each other’s ears.

Logan laughed softly, causing Mateo to smirk, fingers ghosting over Logan’s bare shoulder as he listened to whatever Logan was whispering back.

Marco frowned.

It wasn’t jealousy… it never was. He didn’t compete with Mateo for Logan’s love, because he didn’t have to.

Logan loved them both freely, completely, in a way that Marco had only ever dreamed about.

Marco had never known that kind of balance before, never known what it was like to share something so wholly, without fear or resentment.

And that was why this particular moment was… concerning.

Because Logan and Mateo conspiring together, without wanting Marco to hear, could only mean one thing.

Trouble.

Marco cleared his throat, shifting his weight slightly as he inched closer to Logan, ready to steal him back from Mateo the second they got done conspiring his demise.

“Whatever you’re planning, if it’s illegal or immoral or any combination of the two… please don’t.”

Logan and Mateo startled, both heads jerking up to look at him, like they hadn’t even realized he was awake. Guilty.

Mateo recovered first, smirking lazily as he stood from the bed, reaching over and smoothing a hand through Logan’s curls. “I’m going to get the blood bags from the kitchen,” he said, far too casually for Marco’s liking.

Logan looked back up at Mateo, nodding quietly.

He still looked a bit like he’d gotten caught with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar.

Mateo used his grip on Logan’s hair to tilt his head up, catching his lips in a lingering kiss.

“You two think you’ll be okay?” he asked, looking between Logan and Marco in a way that Marco really didn’t like.

Logan nodded, and Mateo’s gaze lingered, unreadable, before he finally stepped away. Not before swiping something small off the nightstand and placing it into Logan’s palm, however. Something Logan quickly curled his fingers around, concealing it from Marco’s view.

Marco narrowed his eyes, but Logan turned toward him and smiled so genuinely that it was hard to stay too suspicious. Whatever it was, it probably wouldn’t be too bad. If it was, they wouldn’t be so obvious about it.

“You kids have fun,” Mateo said as he strolled toward the door, throwing one last knowing glance at Logan before shutting it behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, Logan shifted closer to Marco, exhaling slowly.

“What was that?” Marco asked, arching a brow.

Logan tilted his head, all wide eyes and mock innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, darling.”

Darling? Marco wasn’t buying that for a second. He shifted up onto his elbows, just as Logan moved toward him again, settling in his lap, still completely naked from the night before, like this was the most normal way to start the day.

Marco’s hands instinctively found Logan’s waist, steadying him. “Are you sure about that, amore mio ?” Marco asked slowly, suspiciously, as Logan ran his fingers lightly up Marco’s chest. “Mateo awake before the sun goes down is more than enough evidence that something’s going on, but?—”

Marco paused as Logan held up the hand holding the mystery item Mateo had handed him a moment ago. Slowly, he uncurled his fingers, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

A bottle of lube.

Mateo had handed their mate a bottle of lube, then practically skipped out of the room with the instruction to ‘have fun.’

Oh.

“Didn’t think it was very fair,” Logan said, scooting backward in Marco’s lap until he was straddling his thighs, “That you only got my mouth last night.” He uncapped the bottle of lube, and Marco’s breath hitched.

Oh, fuck, Logan had his full attention now. Sitting in Marco’s lap, bare legs spread over his thighs, the grin on his face so wicked it should come with a warning label. Still, Marco had to ask, “Mateo’s idea?”

Logan shook his head. “No. But he offered to help get me ready while I sucked him off. Y’know, to even the score .” He said in the worst Italian accent Marco had ever heard.

Logan poured a bit of the lube out into his palm before looking straight into Marco’s eyes. “This okay?”

Marco’s hands tightened on Logan’s waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles against his skin like that would ground him, like that would do anything to keep him from losing his mind completely at the thought of Logan waking up early because he thought he was unfair to Marco in bed the night before.

Enlisting Mateo, bribing Mateo to help him…

Gesù Cristo. ? *

“You’re a menace,” Marco muttered, voice rough, but he tightened his grip on Logan’s hips in a way he hoped conveyed yes, absolutely, please.

Logan smirked, tilting his head slightly as he let some of the lube from his hand drip down onto the head of Marco’s already rock-hard cock. “No, baby. If I were a menace, I’d make you beg for it.”

Marco’s entire body shuttered, his jaw clenching.

This teasing wasn’t nearly as fun when it was Marco losing his composure so quickly.

He swallowed hard, fingers threatening to leave bruises on Logan’s hips just so Marco wouldn’t lose himself completely.

“ Please, Logan,” he groaned, voice rough, breath shaky.

Logan hummed, pretending for a moment like he was genuinely considering if Marco’s begging was good enough.

Then, finally, he took Marco’s cock in his hand, pumping up and down, nice and slow.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said, making extra sure Marco is coated from base to tip, just to torture him a little more.

Marco moaned again, both in agony and pleasure, thanking and cursing whatever vampire gods provided him with such a perfect mate.

“You are…” Marco exhaled sharply as Logan gave one last teasing squeeze before lifting himself slightly, positioning himself just right. “So insufferable.”

Logan tilted his head, eyes dark with amusement. “And yet…” he purred, expression all mischievous as he sank down, taking Marco inside him all at once, “you love me.”

Marco swore in every language he knew.

Logan groaned, arching his back, his hands bracing against Marco’s chest as he adjusted, shifting, gasping at the fullness.

Marco was gone, absolutely ruined. Every moment, every decision, every second of his entire life had led to this moment right here.

Logan was so tight, so perfect, better than anything Marco had ever felt in his life.

He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak past groaning.

He couldn’t process much of anything other than warmth and pressure and Logan, Logan, Logan.

He was so perfect like this. Wide eyed, breathless, struggling to adjust to Marco’s length. Every inch of his pale skin flushed and absolutely beautiful.

And Marco? Marco who had prided himself on being patient and self-controlled? Marco was barely fucking holding it together. If Logan moved at all in the next thirty seconds, this might end much too fast.

Marco wasn’t used to being the one unraveling so quickly.

Logan rolled his hips once, nice and slow, testing the way he stretched around Marco, seeing what he could handle. Logan may be able to handle it, but what about Marco?

Marco groaned, head falling back against the pillows. He tried to think of anything. Literally anything, except his mate fucking himself on Marco’s dick. “ Merda. ? * ”

Logan laughed breathlessly, his body clenching around Marco in a way that sent a violent shudder up his spine. “Oh, wow.” Logan giggled, eyes bright with a newfound wickedness, “I could get used to this.”

Marco let out a sharp exhale, dragging his hands up Logan’s sides, fingers gripping him tight enough to feel it. “Keep running your mouth, caro, ” he ground out, his voice barely holding steady, “and I will make you regret it.”

Logan tilted his head in defiance, smirking down at Marco. “Oh, I’m looking forward to it.” He lifted up, just slow enough to make Marco feel the unbearable drag of it, before sinking down again.

Marco swore, gripping Logan’s hips, trying to hold him still, trying desperately to get some sort of control over the situation. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe, to count backward from ten, to?—

An alarm was going off.

No, not an alarm. Logan’s phone was ringing.

Logan shifted in Marco’s lap, and Marco kept his eyes shut. Good, he had as long as it took for Logan to silence the phone to recover. He could breathe through it, he could?—

“Hey,” Logan said, only slightly breathless, which was incredibly infuriating.

Marco opened his eyes, because surely Logan was talking to Marco. There’s no way he answered his fucking phone while Marco was inside him.

“No, sorry. I just woke up.” Logan faked a yawn, rolling his hips against Marco, holding up a finger to his mouth as he did it, as if to fucking shush Marco.

What. The. Fuck.

Wasn’t this the same Logan who had come apart so easily last night? Who had melted at the slightest touch, completely undone by him and Mateo? And now, here he was, keeping his composure. Fully committed to this ridiculous fucking phone call, like he wasn’t seconds away from wrecking himself.

Oh, Marco wasn’t having that.

He snapped his hips up, hard, right as Logan was in the middle of a sentence. Logan’s breath hitched, words faltering into a gasping moan before he could swallow it down.

Marco smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

So, Logan wasn’t immune to him after all. Good to know.

He shot Marco a sharp glare, biting his lip hard enough to stifle any other sounds threatening to escape. Marco only smirked wider, dragging his hands up Logan’s thighs, as if to say ‘ Go on, keep talking. ’

Logan, to his credit, tried his best. “N-no. Sorry, I-I can be there soon,” he said, voice just slightly breathless, just barely betraying him. “Y-yeah. Give me a- ah !” Logan groaned as Marco bucked his hips upward again, “G-Give me an hour, okay?”

Marco hummed, feigning innocence as Logan glared down at him. His breath stuttered as Marco ground up into him one last time before Logan was frantically saying his goodbyes to whoever the fuck was so important he couldn’t have declined the call in the first place.

Hm. A mistake Logan will clearly never make again.

“Yes, mm-hm. See you soon.” Logan hit the end call button like it had personally offended him, tossing the phone onto the bed beside them like it had personally offended him.

Marco arched a brow. “Done?”

Logan glared down at him. “Fuck. You. That was my boss. ”

Marco smiled sweetly, shifting beneath him. “That’s what you get for answering the phone while riding my cock, caro. ”

Logan bristled, opening his mouth to retort, but Marco didn’t give him the chance. He grabbed Logan by the waist and flipped him onto his back, pressing him into the mattress with his full weight.

“Now…” Marco purred, lips grazing Logan’s ear as he settled between his thighs, “where were we?”

Logan swallowed, glare melting into something much hungrier within seconds.

Mm-hm.

That was what he thought.

The smell of blood hit Marco’s senses just before the bedroom door creaked open.

“Oh, come on, ” Mateo groaned in mock-frustration as he stepped in the room, three blood bags in his hands, “I can’t leave you two alone for ten minutes without—” He paused, taking in the wreckage that was Logan, sprawled boneless on the bed, still flushed and barely coherent.

Mateo arched a brow. “Hm. Nice work, fratellino. ”

Marco grinned, stretching lazily. “I do my best.”

Logan made a vague, half-hearted noise of protest that sounded a bit like ‘fuck both of you,’ but it wasn’t coherent enough to be sure.

Marco pressed a kiss to his shoulder, feeling a mix of amused and proud, “Shh, amore. Drink first, then you can insult us all you want.”

Mateo tossed a blood bag at Marco before settling in on the bed next to Logan, helping him into a sitting position before bringing one of the bags to his lips. Logan leaned into Mateo heavily as he struggled a bit to drop his fangs.

Mateo huffed an exasperated laugh. “Jesus, Logan, are you going to be okay?”

Logan blinked up at him, dazed but unimpressed. “Leave me alone,” he mumbled, dropping his fangs and latching onto the blood bag like he had something to prove.

Mateo laughed, ruffling his hair. “You show that bag who’s boss, piccolo.”

Marco rolled his eyes fondly, sinking his fangs into his own blood bag while Logan slowly regained his ability to function. It tasted… fine. Marco wondered if he’d ever be able to convince Logan to go out and drink from a live source. Blood tasted so much better warm.

By the time Logan had finished, he stretched, seeming somewhat alive again. Marco took the empty bag from him and Mateo, standing up and discarding all three of them in the trash before sitting back down on the bed.

He nudged Logan lightly. “So?”

Logan blinked up at him, definitely more alive but not quite at 100 percent brain capacity yet. “So… what?”

“ The call, amore, ” Marco reminded him patiently. “You said it was Vik?”

Logan yawned, stretching his arms lazily over his head before turning to Mateo. “Oh, yes! Vik called.”

Marco narrowed his eyes. “ And?”

Logan scrubbed a hand down his face, still calm as ever. “ And,” he exhaled, “he said he’s got the feral trapped in the walk-in cooler at the bar. Said if we don’t get down there soon, he’s gonna light him on fire.”

Marco and Mateo stared at him.

“What—” Marco started.

“—the fuck?” Mateo finished.

This was going to be a long night.

* ? Jesus Christ

* ? Shit.