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Fox

“ W here the fuck is he?” Fox growled.

Dane shot Fox a glance over his controller, brows rising. “Same answer as last time. He’s in his room. Still.”

“I know that,” Fox scoffed, aware that he was being a dick but unable to help it. “I can hear him same as you. Why hasn’t he come down yet?”

Dane shrugged, but the movement was stiff. “Maybe he’s trying to sleep. He was up all night moving around.”

“We got him too worked up, huh?” Fox tried to feel smug about it, but it was hard to manage, considering how fast Colin had run from them afterward. He tossed his controller down midgame, ignoring Dane’s shout of protest. “Should we drag him out?”

“Pretty sure he’d tear us a new one. He’s fierce as hell for someone you’ve nicknamed ‘little lamb.’”

Fox fought down a surge of annoyance at Dane.

His brother was trying to pretend he wasn’t just as eager as Fox to have their bossy human roommate down there with them.

But Dane wasn’t fooling him. He was just as restless as Fox—he’d barely been paying attention to the game, glancing up to the stairs every other minute as if Colin would magically appear out of thin air if he checked often enough.

Fox pivoted on the couch to face him, resting his head against his hand in a show of nonchalance. “You made him come last night,” he purred.

Dane crossed his arms, staring at the pause screen on the TV. “ I made him come? It was your stomach he was grinding against.”

Fuck yes, it was. Fox’s cock twitched, threatening to harden at the thought of it. He’d never had a human react quite so viscerally to being fed on before. It was like their little lamb had gotten lost in it, that closed-off exterior of his melting away, turning him soft and needy and wanting.

They had barely even touched him. What would it be like when they actually intended for him to come?

It would be heady as fuck; that was what it would be.

“But it was after you bit him,” Fox insisted. “ Your fangs in his neck.”

He wasn’t going to let Dane distance himself from this. Fox wanted this human. Badly. He’d decided that the moment the little blue-haired oddball had shown up at their door, tipsy and fearless and curious as hell. Fox had taken one look at him and decided he would take anything he had to offer.

Fox was decisive like that.

But he wasn’t the only one who wanted Colin. Dane did too. Fox could feel it. He could even see it, that insipid boredom from the past few months finally leeching from Dane’s eyes.

And Fox wanted this with Dane. He was all about sharing, when it came to his brother.

He didn’t care if it made them codependent freaks.

They were bonded, the devils inside them two of a kind, and it wouldn’t work if only one of them got what they wanted.

They were a unit. A team. And Dane may have still had his reservations about that fact, but Fox had come to terms with it long ago.

So he’d give his brother a push if he needed it. To give them both what they wanted.

“He was hot as hell, wasn’t he?” he asked, voice low. “Writhing on me like that while you fed on him?”

Dane licked his lips, shifting in place. “He tasted really fucking good.”

There it was. Fox fought the urge to cheer. “The best I’ve ever tasted in my life.” He leaned closer, asking in a whisper, “Think his cum tastes as good as his blood?”

Dane’s head thumped against the back of the couch. “Fuck.”

Fox grinned. “Exactly.”

Dane turned to face him, a frown on his lips. “We freaked him out though.”

“Did we?”

“He literally ran away right after.”

Typical Dane. Stressing. Overthinking. No matter—that was what Fox was there for. He waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Psh. It can be overwhelming, the first time with the two of us. I’m not worried. He’s got moxie.”

Fox wasn’t even bluffing. The kid had waltzed right in the day before like he’d owned the place, setting their house to rights in a flurry of focused activity, ignoring them and their hungry stares except to order them around.

It had been annoying as hell and somehow also hot as fuck.

Colin wasn’t intimidated by them. One little accidental orgasm wasn’t going to change that.

The sound of a door opening had them both perking up.

And then there was Colin, all long, thin limbs, stomping down the stairs. He paused at the bottom when he spotted them staring. “Jesus. Don’t you two have anything better to do than watch my every move?”

“Nope.” Fox hopped off the couch, following on Colin’s heels as he made his way into the kitchen. He felt more than heard Dane right behind him. “You gonna start cleaning in here?” he asked.

Colin poured himself a glass of water, avoiding their eyes. He’d done that the night before too. Fox wasn’t a fan. “No. I gotta get going.”

“Going?” Dane stepped out from behind Fox. “Where?”

Colin downed his water before answering, and Fox tried not to get distracted by the rhythmic movement of his slender throat as he did so. The throat that had been so absolutely fucking delicious to bite into. “I’m making my dad lunch. I’ll be going to see him every day.”

“Every day?” Fox hated that idea, some scheduled fuckery that would keep their new pet away from them. “But you’ll be back right after.” It came out as more of a statement than a question. Whoops.

Colin finally looked straight at him, those blue-green eyes not revealing anything other than faint annoyance. “No. I have to drop off a résumé.”

At least Colin was making eye contact again. If Fox had to annoy him to make that happen, then he’d be annoying. “Why do you need to work?” he pressed. “We’re not charging you rent.”

“Rent’s not the only thing that costs money.”

“We have money.”

Colin looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world. “Good for you.”

While he had his attention…Fox folded his arms, puffing out his chest just the slightest bit. He’d noticed Colin had trouble tearing his eyes away when they did that. Fox couldn’t blame him—he and Dane had nothing to be ashamed of, muscles-wise. “You wanna talk about last night?”

Colin turned to dump his glass in the sink. “No.”

The back of his neck was turning pink. Was he blushing? How fucking adorable. “Why?” Fox asked. “You going shy on us?”

“No.” Colin remained turned away, making a big fuss over washing his glass, like the rest of the kitchen wasn’t a filthy mess. “There’s just nothing to talk about. It was a normal reaction to a vampire’s bite.”

“It was hot as fuck was what it was,” Fox told him bluntly. He watched as a little bit of the tension left Colin’s frame at his words.

Had the human been worried they didn’t think it was hot as fuck? Not even possible.

Fox stepped closer, trying to be subtle about breathing in that desert scent as he did so. “We could do it again,” he offered.

“We’re going to. That’s the deal.”

“Not the feeding. Well, yes to the feeding,” Fox corrected. No way was he not getting another taste of that blood. “But not just the feeding.”

Colin finally turned around. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were narrowed fiercely in Fox’s direction. Brave little lamb indeed. “The orgasm part,” Colin said flatly.

“Yeah.” Fox smirked. “The orgasm part.”

Colin actually rolled his eyes, the little shit.

“Listen. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.

I’m ace. Sort of. Gray ace, I guess? Something along that spectrum.

I’m not sex averse, and I’ve felt attraction before, but…

sex doesn’t come easy to me. And you two frankly don’t seem like the patient types. ”

“Did you not like it?” Dane asked, and Fox could hear the worry in his voice, an echo of his own.

Fuck. Had Colin not wanted what had happened? Was Dane right to be hesitant? Should they have slowed things down somehow—what if they’d inadvertently traumatized their new houseguest?

They were assholes, but they weren’t amoral assholes. Scarring Colin for life hadn’t been the goal.

But Colin shook his head, that delicious blush still on his cheeks. “I liked it fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. Just—I wouldn’t count on it happening again, is all.”

“But would you want it to?”

Thank God for Dane, asking the important questions.

Colin looked down, fidgeting with the leather bracelets he seemed to always have on one of his slender wrists. “I’m not…opposed. But you can’t be dicks about it.”

Fox wasn’t getting it. “Dicks about what?”

“If it doesn’t happen, and you get all disappointed or pissed off or whatever.”

Fox raised his brows. “You think we’re gonna be assholes and cry blue balls? I don’t know what boys you’ve been playing around with, but we’re grown-ups here, slayer. We’re not going to pull some childish human bullshit. You don’t want something, it doesn’t happen.”

Did Fox want nothing more than to fill this human up with his cock?

Fuck yeah. He could already imagine the tasty, whimpering mess Colin would become with a dick and fangs inside him.

But not everybody got what they wanted, did they?

And if putting aside his own lust meant more of Colin sticking around, bossing them about in their own space and letting them taste the most delicious blood they’d had in decades?

Well, that was fine by Fox. Even his dumb-as-rocks devil agreed. It wanted Colin to stay.

Colin blinked at them, and from the blank look in his eyes, it was clear some asshole had made a big deal about it. The kid had been hurt before.

Stupid fucking humans. They never knew how to appreciate a good thing.

Then Colin cleared his throat, shaking off whatever had just grabbed at him. “Okay. Well. Good.” He glanced at his phone. “But I gotta go. Catch you both later.”

He slid past them, the front door closing a few seconds after.

Fox rubbed a hand over his jaw, looking to Dane. “What do you think?”

Dane met his gaze evenly. “I think don’t push him too hard.”

“As if I would ever.”