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Colin

C olin blinked awake to find Fox’s sleeping face directly in front of his. It was his first time seeing the vampire unconscious. His features were softer this way, all that swagger hidden by his softened, sleep-laden features.

He was a beautiful man.

They both were, obviously. Strong, straight noses. Firm jaws. Surprisingly full lips.

Colin could feel the heat of Dane’s body behind him—and God bless air-conditioning, that he could be snuggled between the two of them and not feel completely suffocated.

He never felt suffocated with them, actually, no matter how much they invaded his personal space.

It didn’t cost him anything to spend time with them.

It was surprising, considering he’d been alone a long time now.

Even with Derek, his only real relationship, he remembered feeling smothered all the goddamn time, feeling like his time and body were never his own, like there were expectations he was never quite meeting.

Fucking Derek.

Colin had known there was a chance of running into him.

The downtown Tucson scene wasn’t big enough to avoid him forever—it was possibly part of why he’d avoided going out, his first month back.

He’d been worried seeing him in person would set him back, bring out the heartbroken, insecure mess he’d once been.

But, in the end, it hadn’t been as terrible as he’d feared, not with Fox and Dane beside him, acting like all it would take was a single word and they’d take him off the planet for Colin.

He hadn’t known he needed that kind of support until it was there, completely unasked for, in the form of two muscled vampires pretending he belonged to them.

Jesus. He was in serious trouble, wasn’t he?

This was more than just lust for the supernatural.

He liked these two idiots. He liked the way they dogged his steps.

He liked the ease of being around them, doing nothing together.

He liked Fox’s crudeness and Dane’s quiet affection.

He liked how they were there not only for him but for each other.

And he liked the way they made it seem so easy, accepting him as he was. He didn’t have to manage his energy or curb his tongue around them. It was like he’d told Jamie—he could just exist.

You’re enough, just as you are.

Colin had known for a long time that Derek was full of shit, but that didn’t change the fact that it had eased something inside him, hearing those words from Fox. The twins didn’t seem to think his personality was lacking, that he was too boring or surly to be worth the effort of caring for.

He could see now what had been missing with Derek, and the very few who had come after.

It was an instinctual thing, something deep in his gut—a sense of safety, of security.

He’d felt it with the twins from the very first moment.

It soothed something deep inside Colin, allowing his brain to quiet, allowing him to let go.

Did that put him somewhere on the demi side of things?

Given another twenty-plus years, could he find that same feeling with someone other than Fox and Dane?

Who could say, really—the answer was a big, fat maybe . But the real issue was the fact that Colin wasn’t even a little tempted to find out.

He wanted them . He wanted his devils.

Dane shifted behind him, his broad body pressing solidly against Colin’s back as he threw a heavy arm over Colin’s middle. Colin realized the vampire was half-hard, his cock now nestled in the cleft between Colin’s cheeks.

Not every boner needs to be dealt with.

Colin smiled to himself, remembering those words.

Because that was the thing, wasn’t it? Knowing there was no expectation—that Colin could say no whenever, ask for exactly what he wanted when he wanted it—made it easier to want in the first place.

He didn’t have to overthink it all. He could go with what felt right.

And what felt right in this moment was letting Dane fill him, just like this: warm and soft and lazy with sleep.

He shifted his hips back, pressing against all that hot skin and firm muscle.

A moment later, soft, full lips pressed against his shoulder. “You awake?” Dane asked quietly, voice still thick with sleep.

“I’m awake.”

Those lips moved to press against his neck, in the exact spot Dane had bitten during their shared shower. Colin shivered. “Hey, Dane?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna fuck me?”

In an instant, Dane’s cock was plumping up fully against him. God, they were easy. “Yes.”

Colin loved it, that simple yes. No asking if he was sure, or why he’d changed his mind from earlier. Dane trusted him to know his own desires, his own mind.

Cool air hit his back as Dane rolled away, and then there was the sound of him rummaging through the nightstand. A large, firm hand settled on the back of Colin’s thigh, shifting his leg up and over Fox’s hip in front of him.

Fox didn’t even stir.

A slick finger ran down Colin’s crease, parting his cheeks. Colin closed his eyes as Dane spent endless minutes circling his entrance, pressing in slightly before easing up again and toying with his rim.

“What are you doing back there?” Colin eventually asked.

Dane hummed, pressing a kiss to Colin’s shoulder. “Just enjoying myself. You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

So are you. “You’re looking at my ass, not my face,” Colin pointed out, unable to keep the thought to himself.

“And your ass is fucking beautiful.” Dane grabbed one of Colin’s cheeks with his free hand, squeezing the flesh firmly. “You have the most gorgeous skin.”

Dane must still be confused from sleep. Colin definitely did not have a beautiful ass, or gorgeous skin for that matter. He was bony and pale—he was pretty sure his butt glowed in the dark, what there was of it.

But who was he to mess with someone else’s delusions?

When Dane finally pressed a finger in, it was so goddamn easy. Colin was relaxed—from his half-awake state, from the comforting press of their bodies, from the heady familiarity of their scents—his muscles loosened of their ever-present tension.

What followed was a thorough, lazy fingering, one that had Colin’s cock leaking even as his mind melted into a fuzzy, floating arousal.

His world narrowed down to Dane’s thick fingers, his persistent touch.

He tilted his head back for a kiss, and Dane captured his mouth with the same ease with which he toyed with Colin’s body.

Colin had no idea how much time had passed when Dane broke the kiss, his heavy breathing the only sign he might be just as twisted up as Colin. “Ready, baby?”

“Mm.”

The blunt head of his cock pushed against Colin’s rim, pressing in steadily. It was still a tight fit, no matter how relaxed Colin was, but the burn only heightened his arousal, sharpening the edges. He closed his eyes as Dane pushed in fully, his ragged breath hot against Colin’s neck.

He opened them again to find Fox awake, gazing at him with languorous hunger, every inch the relaxed predator.

“Hi, baby,” he crooned, echoing Dane’s endearment. “Dane making you feel good?”

Colin’s stuttered moan at the next thrust of Dane’s hips must have been answer enough because Fox chuckled softly. “Of course he is. Our Dane knows how to be gentle with his toys.”

Dane was being gentle, in a way, rocking his hips unhurriedly, with the same lazy thoroughness he’d brought to fingering Colin. That didn’t change the fact that he was going so deep , his cock filling every inch of Colin, his front pressed against Colin’s back tightly.

With his leg over Fox’s hip, Colin’s hard cock kept bumping against Fox’s rapidly filling erection, but the vampire made no move to touch him.

“You’d be gentle too,” Colin found himself saying. “If I asked.”

Fox’s lips twitched. “Now you’re getting it.”

“Getting wh-what?” Colin gasped the words as Dane’s cock bumped against his prostate again.

“That we’ll give you anything you want.” Fox’s mouth may have been smirking, but his eyes were shining with fierce sincerity. “We’re your loyal dogs. Your humble fucking servants, kneeling at your feet.”

“I thought I was your kept slut?” It was meant to be a tease, but everything in Colin went hot, remembering when Fox had told him that. It was the filthiest thing anyone had ever said about him.

Dane’s lips were at his ear. “It can be both,” he murmured, his hand heavy on Colin’s hip. “You can be our kept slut when you feel like it. Doesn’t change the fact that you own us.”

Colin wanted to ask why, what he could possibly have done to earn that right, but Dane’s steady rhythm was nailing his prostate every time, and he whined instead, overstimulated and turned on beyond belief.

“Shh, baby,” Fox crooned, as if he hadn’t been the one spouting all sorts of nonsense just seconds ago. “Let Dane make you feel good.”

Dane seemed to take that as an order—he took hold of Colin’s cock in his hand, thumbing at the leaking tip as his hips moved relentlessly. Fuck . Colin wet his lips, trying and failing to contain his punched-out noises. “Kiss me?” he asked, not even sure which one he was talking to.

“Look at you, asking so sweetly.” Fox’s eyes were twin blue infernos, hot and heavy-lidded. “What did I say about giving you anything you want?”

He leaned in and licked into Colin’s mouth, drinking in every one of Colin’s desperate noises.

He tasted faintly of copper. It made Colin almost lightheaded with need—that was his blood that had coated Fox’s mouth, his essence that had fed him.

But it was Dane’s steady hand on Colin’s cock, stroking him over and over in time with the punch of his hips, that brought Colin to completion with a suddenness that was startling.

Colin cried out into Fox’s mouth, his orgasm almost painful in its intensity, and Dane pressed even closer, if that was possible, clutching Colin tightly against him with his cum-covered hand pressed against his stomach, chasing his own release, his throaty moans soft but urgent in Colin’s ear.

Fox stroked himself unhurriedly to his own orgasm, giving Colin long, lazy kisses as Dane stroked gentle fingers down Colin’s side. Colin didn’t make a move to take over—Fox would have told him if that was what he wanted. He always told Colin exactly what he wanted from him.

Colin didn’t have to question, didn’t have to wonder if he was enough.

Now if only he could be enough forever.