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And then the two brothers were bickering over which Thai spot was the best, their heavy focus finally off Colin for the first time in what had apparently been hours.

Colin sighed softly in relief, taking the opportunity to shove the vacuum back into the closet where he’d found it.

The vampires he was used to weren’t this…

intense. Maybe these guys were like, super ancient or something?

There was no other reason for them to be affecting Colin like this. Or maybe he really did need food.

Yeah, that was probably it. Last night he’d been tipsy; today he was thirsty and hungry. Once he ate, they wouldn’t affect him like this anymore.

Simple as that.

So Jay wasn’t the only vampire who could put human food away like it was nobody’s business. Good to know.

Colin picked slowly at his pad thai, weirdly entranced as the two gingers shoveled an absurd amount of takeout into their mouths. They weren’t messy, just…enthusiastic. The phrase lustful appetites kept running through Colin’s head.

He hadn’t gotten around to cleaning their sorry excuse for a kitchen yet, so they were eating at the coffee table, the twins back on the couch and Colin sitting across from them, cross-legged on the rug.

“It’s boggling my mind you only have chips in the pantry when this is how you eat,” he finally said, unable to keep his thoughts in any longer.

Neither of them looked the least bit offended. Dane scooped another helping of curry onto his plate with a small grin. “It’s not that we don’t like human food, we just don’t go to the trouble very often. That’ll change with you here.”

Was he implying they’d be eating more meals together?

Colin decided not to take that to heart just yet.

The way they’d been following him around all day couldn’t last. They’d grow bored of his presence soon; he was sure of it.

He’d gotten enough feedback over the years to know he wasn’t that interesting. Or charming. Or sexy, for that matter.

And why the fuck does it matter if you’re sexy ?

He shook the thought away.

“You said you ate lunch with your dad,” Fox said out of nowhere, the words escaping around a mouthful of food. It should have been disgusting. Somehow it wasn’t.

“Yeah?”

Fox pointed his fork at him. “You have family here. What’re you doing rooming with us?”

Colin shrugged a shoulder before pushing his plate away. “Gotta have a social life, right?”

He looked up to see Dane had stopped eating as well. “Your idea of socializing is offering yourself up as vampire food to two complete strangers?”

Colin gave him a blank stare. “Yeah. It is. What’s yours?”

“We have each other,” Fox grunted, weirdly aggressive, as if daring Colin to argue.

Colin had to look away, something dangerously close to envy pulling at his gut.

They clearly did have each other, like no siblings Colin had ever known.

Maybe it was a twin thing, or maybe it was the bond Jamie had mentioned.

They didn’t always move in unison—not like when they’d trapped Colin against the wall the night before, when Dane had started sniffing at him—but they still had a way of moving in sync.

Like their bodies were always aware of each other, like they knew what move the other would make without any conscious thought.

What would that kind of closeness be like?

Colin couldn’t even fathom. He was an only child. He didn’t have that many—or any—close friends at this point. There was Jay, but Jay was close to most people…and animals…and the occasional inanimate object. It wasn’t like Colin was special to him. Colin wasn’t special to anyone, besides his dad.

And his dad had pushed him out of the house, like some baby bird he wanted to fly on its own, so there was that.

He looked back to find them both staring again. Their new favorite pastime. Staring at Colin.

“You eat enough?” Dane asked him, an undecipherable expression on his face.

Colin looked at his half-eaten food. “Yeah.”

“You sure?” Fox frowned down at the plate like it had personally offended him.

Colin raised his brows. “Contrary to what you two might believe, I was looking for roommates, not mother figures.”

Fox scooted forward on the couch, a smirk on his face. “Oh yeah? Here I thought you were looking specifically for someone to nibble on you. That’s why you chose us, right?” His voice lowered, taking on a sultry edge. “You want to be eaten up, little lamb?”

Colin refused to be affected. He scowled for good measure. “I’m not little. Or a lamb.”

Fox only smirked at him. “Sure you are. Look at those wrists.”

Colin stopped fiddling with his bracelets immediately. He hadn’t realized he was even doing it. He was fine-boned, sure, but Fox didn’t have to make, like, a whole thing of it. “My wrists are fine,” he insisted, inwardly cringing at how defensive he sounded.

“They’re more than fine,” Fox purred. “Now—”

Dane moved forward. “—about that bite.”

Colin swallowed with a suddenly dry throat. “You two are…hungry?”

“Starved.”

The twins looked at each other, then leaned back in unison. Fox gave his lap a pat. “Hop on up.”

Colin’s breath caught. “Excuse me?”

“We’re ready to feed.” Fox cocked his head, a challenge in his gaze. “You getting cold feet?”

“Why do I need to be on your lap?”

Fox shrugged, oh so casual. “Logistics. It’s just easier to get at your neck that way.”

Colin kept his surprise contained, but only barely.

Jay had told him early on that neck bites were considered particularly intimate among his kind.

It had taken months of Jay feeding on him before Colin had felt comfortable asking him to try one on him, and they’d only managed it once before Jay had found his mate and hadn’t wanted to feed on Colin at all anymore.

But Colin wasn’t going to argue if the two of them wanted to pretend it was no big deal. He’d wanted the full vampire experience, hadn’t he?

He unfolded himself from the rug and stalked over, climbing onto Fox’s lap, his knees on either side of Fox’s hips. He cocked a brow. “Like this?”

He huffed out a breath as Fox’s large hands grabbed at his ass, pulling Colin flush against him. The vampire was half-hard, and clearly not ashamed of it. “There,” Fox said. “Perfect.”

Colin leaned back enough to give him a stern look. “We’re not fucking. You know that, right?”

Fox was all agreeable smiles. “Of course. Not yet. We’re just having a little taste. Isn’t that right, Dane?”

Dane muttered his agreement, and Colin did his best to breathe normally, trying to ignore the implications of that little “not yet.”

Fox took his time getting to it. He buried his face in the crook of Colin’s neck and started sniffing at him like Dane had the night before, running his nose along Colin’s jaw and down his neck, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind him.

Colin tried to repress his shiver, but he was nowhere near successful. “There a problem?” he asked, more shakily than he’d have liked.

He could feel Fox’s smile against the tender skin of his throat, those surprisingly full lips warm against him. “Just choosing my spot. I’m meticulous like that.”

Colin made the mistake of glancing to the left, only to find Dane staring at him voraciously, his gaze hot, the hunger in it palpable. Fuck. And then, as Colin watched, Dane’s face changed, the pupils in his eyes taking over until they were fully black, his incisors lengthening into fangs.

Now it was the vampire looking back at him.

And on Jay, that vampire face had been almost cute, albeit a little bit eerie. But on Dane it just looked…fierce. Hungry. Otherworldly.

Jesus. Had Colin thought their presence was heady before? It was nothing compared to this—the intensity of Dane’s stare combined with the weight of Fox’s touch. Colin’s cock was filling, and he hadn’t even been bitten yet.

That was…interesting? Was interesting the word? Colin wasn’t one to get turned on so easily, even when he wanted to. Maybe he’d forgotten the intensity of the vampire effect.

Or maybe it was just them?

But he didn’t have time to ponder it because Fox was apparently done playing, the sharp bite of his fangs piercing at Colin’s jugular without warning.

And oh God, it was just like he’d remembered, only…more.

Colin’s body started going limp, all the blood rushing to his dick as the familiar pulse of pleasure radiated from the bite, traveling down Colin’s spine and unfurling low in his belly. Goddamn. It was like nothing else in the world.

Colin leaned into it—leaned into him —as Fox swallowed greedily with a low hum of satisfaction, one hand fisted in Colin’s hair, the other kneading his hip. Fuck, he smelled good. Colin was fully hard and panting like he’d just run a 5K.

But that was going to be the extent of it, wasn’t it? This was where, with Jay, Colin would start remembering it was just the bite making him feel this way, that neither of them actually wanted the other in that way.

And then he was going to do what he always did where sexual pleasure was involved and start overthinking everything: his actions, his thoughts, his own body.

This amazing feeling wasn’t going to last.

Sure enough, Fox’s mouth eased off him. Colin took a shaky breath. Any second those heady tendrils of pleasure would begin to fade and Colin’s brain would ruin everything.

But before he could lean back or gather his thoughts or begin to be embarrassed by his hard-on, there was a sharp sting on the other side of his neck.

Holy fuck. Dane .

Colin hadn’t even felt him move closer, too distracted by the feel of Fox feeding on him.

And now there was pleasure building on top of pleasure, and Fox may not have been biting him anymore, but he was licking at the other side of Colin’s neck.

Closing his bite, Colin tried to rationalize, but for once his brain didn’t want to focus.

It just wanted to melt like the rest of him.

He couldn’t think; he could only feel. Their scents were wrapped around him, a decadent, heady mixture. Their strong bodies were pressed against him, each of them hotter and more solid than any body had a right to be. There was the warm pressure of Dane’s mouth, the heat of Fox’s tongue.

Colin was vaguely aware he was writhing against Fox’s body, strange mewls escaping his mouth while he chased friction he hadn’t known he was searching for, but he couldn’t seem to stop.

Fox’s hard stomach just felt too good against his cock, and the approving grunts Fox was making weren’t helping any.

Why did everything feel so fucking good ?

“Fuck,” he gasped, and then Dane made this—this growling noise, and Fox was using his grip on Colin’s hip to push Colin against him just right, his clothed erection pressing against Colin’s ass, and Colin was coming.

He was coming .

He was just fucking coming in his pants, and no one had even touched his dick, and how the hell was that happening, and what if he passed out right this second? He was never going to live that down.

But he stayed conscious, even as his vision whited out at the edges and his mind went hazy in a way it never had before in his life.

Holy fucking vampire Jesus.

He became slowly aware over the passing seconds—minutes? Hours?—that Dane had stopped drinking from him, closing his bite with a few efficient licks, a far cry from the way Fox had basically been making out with Colin’s neck when Dane had been feeding.

Colin shook his head fiercely in an effort to dispel the fog, pushing back from where he’d slumped against Fox’s chest. He couldn’t look at either of them.

He tried to control his panting long enough to say something. “Oh. Well. Um. Jesus fuck. I’m going to bed.”

He scrambled off Fox’s lap—still pointedly not making eye contact—and bolted up the stairs, not stopping until he was in his new room, the door shut firmly behind him.

What the fuck had just happened?