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Fox

“ F uck. Fuck. F-Ffuck.”

Fox smirked, driving his hips up even deeper, not letting his rhythm falter for even a second.

He wasn’t always so vocal, their lamb, but Fox had him pressed up against the wall at the perfect angle, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust, and Colin had started mindlessly babbling ages ago.

Of course, Colin’s version of mindless babbling was just the word fuck over and over.

Fox bit at his ear, tugging the lobe with blunt teeth. “You like that, baby? Am I filling this needy hole just right?”

“ Fuck .”

“Hurry it up.” Fox looked to the side to see Dane had come into the room at some point, and he was frowning at Fox. “They’re gonna be here any second.”

But that didn’t stop him from walking over and taking Colin’s mouth in a filthy kiss, drinking in his muffled cursing like it was his own special blend of ambrosia.

Fox let up for just a moment, stroking the soft skin of Colin’s hip when he whined in protest. “You’re only saying that because you already had him this morning,” he accused before moving his hips again.

“Mm.” Dane kept right on kissing Colin, their faces pressed against the wall, and judging from the keening Colin’s swearing had turned into, and the slick sounds of wet flesh, he was working Colin’s cock with his hand.

Fine . Fox sped up his pace, giving in to the flames of arousal licking up his spine, finishing just after Colin groaned, presumably releasing into Dane’s waiting hand.

As soon as he withdrew his spent cock, Colin twisted in his hold and glared at him. “Jerk. You told me you just wanted to sneak a kiss before the guests arrived.”

It was Jay who’d suggested a housewarming party to celebrate their new Hyde Park digs. Fox had been about to tell him to fuck off, but Colin had looked so quietly pleased at the idea he’d had to hold his tongue.

Fox smirked, smoothing the frown lines off Colin’s forehead with his thumb. “Is that what I said?”

He didn’t bother mentioning that it was Colin who’d started grabbing at his dick, growling at him to get his pants off before he ripped them into shreds. The devil in him was an insatiable little thing once it got all riled up, even if Colin liked to pretend Fox and Dane were the worst offenders.

“Don’t forget, it’s your turn to hunt tonight,” Fox told him, tucking himself back into his shorts.

“Yeah, yeah.” Colin waved a dismissive hand, wandering into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Fox felt positively used. It was delicious.

He hadn’t thought they’d have to remind him to eat as a vampire, but Colin was enamored with every aspect of vampirism except the blood drinking, which he seemed to only tolerate.

He reveled in stretching the sleeplessness as long as he could, sometimes getting lost in drawing for an entire night without breaks, just because he could.

(He was making a new comic for Riley, one Fox and Dane were hoping he’d one day share with the world.) He would have them bring him to the open desert so they could race against him, laughing gleefully every time he won.

They may have been stronger, but he was faster.

Hunting, though, he treated like a chore.

Of course, he liked drinking from them . He seemed to be nibbling at them every chance he could, like they were his own personal buffet. But that wasn’t real sustenance. It was like his iced coffees all over again.

There was a knock on the door, and yeah, maybe Dane had been right about Fox pushing his luck with the timing.

Fox opened it to find two of the Hyde Park vampires, Danny and Roman, on the other side.

“Congratulations.” Danny held up a bottle of wine with a friendly grin. “Rome picked this out, so you know it’s good.” He swept past Fox, patting his arm in greeting. “Are we the first ones here?”

“You are.” Colin appeared, still looking flushed and smelling of sex, but Danny was apparently too polite to say anything about it, moving in for a hug anyway. “Jay’s running a little late. And Soren…”

“Is always fashionably late,” Danny finished for him, smiling warmly, presenting his housewarming gift.

“Exactly.” Colin grabbed the offered bottle. “And Luc and Jamie are still driving up.”

“Any luck, they’ll get lost on the way,” Fox muttered under his breath.

Roman smirked at him. He was dressed immaculately, as usual, in a dark suit, the antithesis to Danny’s casual jeans and hoodie. “Lucien is the worst, isn’t he? Shall I pour us some wine?”

Fox led Roman into the kitchen, where Dane was already waiting.

Danny’s stuffy, cold-eyed mate was basically okay.

Meaning he was quiet enough, and he kept his hands to himself (or on Danny).

He and Fox had bonded over a shared disdain for his psycho frenemy.

Of course, that disdain didn’t stop Roman from getting tipsy with Luc and reminiscing on times gone by every time they got together, but whatever.

All the den was more or less okay, Fox had to admit. Wolfe was a bit of a creep, maybe, but he was focused solely and completely on his mate at all times, so it didn’t tend to matter all that much.

Colin and Danny sat down at the kitchen table, where Danny spread a massive rolled-up paper onto the table. “I brought blueprints.”

Apparently Roman had bought a giant, secluded property, one where each of the pairs (or trio, in their case) was meant to build a house of their own. It was a place for them to retreat to when they’d aged out of their current living situations (or not aged, as that was more the issue, wasn’t it?).

Colin leaned in over the plans, quietly discussing options with Danny, only to be interrupted by the arrival of Jay and Alexei, who hadn’t bothered with the doorbell.

“Sorry we’re late!” Jay cried, rushing into the room to join Colin and Danny at the table. “Alexei’s little brother is all in a tizzy. Says he accidentally summoned a demon.”

Colin’s eyes widened, and Fox didn’t miss the eager glint that flashed through them. “Is that a thing? Actual demons?”

Alexei shrugged, setting what looked to be a plate of homemade cookies on the table. Whatever was going on with his brother, he didn’t look too concerned. “I’m honestly not sure. Knowing Sascha, he could just be looking for attention. I haven’t been checking in on him often enough.”

That led to a long, meandering discussion about what other supernatural creatures could possibly be found, and whether anyone there would want to be the one to find them. Fox mostly tuned it out.

When it came down to it, he could take or leave it, joining another den. But as he watched Colin, leaned in close with Jay and Danny, and then Dane, chatting quietly with Alexei and Roman, he couldn’t really begrudge any of it.

His people were happy. The other parts of his soul, accepted and content. Fox would do anything—absolutely anything —to keep them that way. And if that meant joining another family, long past the point he’d given up on having any family except Dane ever again—then so the fuck be it.

There were worse things in the world.

Colin lifted his head, motioning to Fox impatiently. “What are you standing around for? Come look at these blueprints.”

Fox sauntered over, hoisting Colin out of his chair and taking his place, setting Colin on his lap instead. “All right, slayer. What are we looking at here?”

He didn’t actually care what the house looked like. Home wasn’t a building. It wasn’t a place at all. It was the two people in this room he loved most in the world.

Everything else was just icing on the cake.

Fox tightened his grip on his mate, nuzzling in close, breathing in his desert scent.

And what a delicious fucking cake it was.

The End.