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“Then, my brave, prickly human,” Fox answered, kissing Colin again for good measure.

“Then I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been craving since the moment you appeared on our doorstep.

But only once you’re begging for it. Would you like that?

Dane’s cock in your mouth, me fucking your hole?

Messy and used and absolutely overwhelmed? ”

“I don’t, um—I don’t know.” But Colin was rocking his hips against Fox’s body again, searching for friction. “I’ve never tried it before.”

“Any objections?”

Colin shook his head frantically, and Fox nodded to Dane, who captured their human’s mouth with his. Fox worked to push Colin’s shorts the rest of the way off, humming in approval when Colin shimmied his hips to help him out.

Together, the two of them laid him on his back, his head pointed to the foot of the bed.

Colin looked nervously from one to the other, but he made no attempt to cover himself. “Shouldn’t I be on my hands and knees?”

Fox shook his head, brushing his fingers along Colin’s calf.

“Another time, maybe.” Because while that image was hot as fuck to think about, Fox wasn’t about to deprive himself of the sight in front of him: Colin’s long limbs stretched out, that beautiful face on display, his pebbled pink nipples just begging to be sucked, and his flushed and weeping cock, hard as hell and dripping precum onto his stomach.

“You’re going to get naked too?” Colin asked, his nerves creeping into his voice for the first time.

Fox’s need to reassure him made it an easy answer. “Of course.”

He started stripping, nodding to Dane to do the same. It was almost funny, the way Colin whipped his head back and forth sharply, trying to get an eyeful of both of them at the same time. His tense muscles began to relax again with each piece of clothing they removed.

Fully nude, Fox uncapped the lube while an equally nude Dane stretched out beside Colin on the bed.

Colin stopped gaping at Fox’s naked body and turned his head to Dane. “Hi,” he said softly.

“Hi.” Dane’s answering smile was adoring as all hell. What a fucking softie.

“Fox said you’re going to worship me.”

“Well, then…” Dane’s smile grew wider. “I’ve never known Fox to lie.”

It was a sweet moment, all tender as fuck, and it made Fox’s heart clench. There was something real here. He knew it. And he knew Dane knew it, whether the stubborn dick wanted to admit it or not.

But now wasn’t the time to get sentimental. Not with Colin stretched out before them, ready and willing.

Fox focused on his task, peripherally aware of Dane capturing Colin’s mouth again, his fingers exploring Colin’s chest. Fox lubed up his own fingers, coaxing Colin to bend his knees, giving Fox access to that soft, silken furrow once again.

He stroked along the crease and heard a gasp, muffled by Dane’s mouth.

Fox smirked, nudging Colin’s legs even wider apart.

He found that puckered entrance and rubbed against it gently.

He took his time.

There was just so much to entertain him. The long legs in front of him, for one. He nibbled at Colin’s knee, licking along his inner thigh. And once Colin’s entrance was soaking and softened, Colin’s knees knocking into Fox’s chest as he writhed, Fox pushed a finger in.

The gasp wasn’t so muffled this time, and Fox glanced up to see Dane had turned his attention to Colin’s nipples, licking and sucking at the pink buds.

Colin’s head lifted, and he met Fox’s eye. He looked wrecked and fucked out already, and all he’d had so far was Fox’s finger and a little bit of Dane’s attention.

“How does that feel?” Fox asked, stroking Colin’s insides with his finger.

It was his brother who answered, murmuring, “His skin is so fucking soft.”

Fox hummed in agreement, turning his attention back to opening Colin up. It was slow work. Colin may not have been a virgin, but it had clearly been a very long time since he’d had anything inside him. But Fox could be patient. Sometimes.

“How’s Dane doing, little lamb?” he asked however long later, when he had two fingers crooked inside him and Colin had moved on from gasping to whimpering. “Has he earned your mouth yet?”

Colin’s eyes flew open. “Yeah, I’ll—I’ll suck it.” He tilted his head to Dane. “I’ll suck you.”

Fox didn’t miss the way Dane had to grasp his own cock hard at the base at Colin’s stuttered words. Fox couldn’t blame him. His own prick was hanging full and heavy between his thighs, aching for the tight heat his fingers were promising.

He met Dane’s eye, communicating wordlessly, and they slid Colin down the bed until his head was hanging off the end, his throat stretched and extended—any vampire’s wet dream.

Dane rose off the bed and stood behind Colin.

Of course, since it was him, he was gentle as all fuck, nudging the head of his cock against Colin’s lips, letting him lick and suck at his own pace.

Fox could feel the sweet torture of it through the bond, the heavy need of Dane’s to thrust and fuck into that throat.

But his brother did always love a trial in self-control.

Fox, however, was at his fucking limit. He’d resumed his stroking and probing and stretching, three fingers deep inside Colin, their human’s cock jerking every time Fox hit the right spot inside him.

It was highly possible Colin could come just like that, from Fox’s fingers and the feel of Dane’s cock in his mouth.

And that would be fine, wouldn’t it? Fox didn’t have to fuck him.

He could get him off with his fingers, let Dane finish in Colin’s mouth, then jerk himself all over Colin’s silky chest. It would be hot as fuck, still, Colin all covered in Fox’s cum.

His devil growled its frustration—it wanted to claim , damn it—and Fox couldn’t keep the sound in completely.

Colin popped off Dane’s cock and managed to glare at him, although the expression was softened somewhat by his glassy eyes and spit-soaked mouth. “I’m not going to beg. But if you don’t fuck me sometime in the next ten seconds, I’ll kick you in the dick.”

Fox’s growl stuttered off, and he couldn’t help it—he laughed. He laughed so fucking hard he had to withdraw his fingers, much to Colin’s evident frustration.

Fox couldn’t even remember the last time he’d laughed during sex. Probably never. But fuck. He was just so perfect, this pissy human.

He calmed down enough to catch Colin glancing uncertainly at Dane. “That wasn’t very sexy of me, was it?”

Dane smiled down at him, his thumb rubbing some of the spit off Colin’s chin. “You threatening Fox will always be sexy. You’ve got him twisted into knots, little minx.”

“I thought I was a lamb.”

“You’re fucking everything, is what you are.”

Dane bent to kiss him, and Fox took the opportunity to do as their minx requested, pressing the head of his aching cock to Colin’s loosened hole. It was a tight, torturous process—even having opened him up so thoroughly.

God fucking damn it , that was good.

Colin groaned through the process, one hand fisted into the bedspread, the other on Dane’s hip. His channel gripped Fox like a glove, one three sizes too small, meant to send him to an early grave.

Dane broke his kiss with Colin once Fox had bottomed out. “How does it feel?”

Fox knew who he was asking. “How do you think?” he managed to reply through gritted teeth. He’d had to stop where he was, trying not to give in to the way Colin’s hole was already trying to milk his cock of all he had.

“I think it’s taking everything in you not to come.”

“Yeah? Put your dick back in his mouth and then we’ll talk.”

Dane flipped him off, then stroked Colin’s cheek gently. “You ready, baby?”

In answer, Colin bent his head back again, stretching his throat once more to indecent proportions.

Fox withdrew slowly, feeling the pull of Colin’s flesh against him, his hole protesting Fox’s withdrawal.

He slid back in with a hiss, repeating the process as he watched Dane fuck Colin’s mouth.

Dane was keeping it shallow, making it easy for Colin to push him away if it became too much.

But Colin had his hand wrapped around the base of him to make up the difference, and Fox couldn’t imagine him pulling away from Dane anytime soon.

Not with the way he was moaning around Dane’s cock with each of Fox’s thrusts.

Fox let himself give in to the rhythm, and then it was just a haze of sensation.

The desert scent of Colin, deep and rich from his arousal.

The lethal grip of him around Fox’s cock.

And the sounds. Skin slapping skin, the slurping of Colin’s greedy mouth, the muffled grunts and groans and Dane’s whispered, “Just like that.”

Fox wanted to taunt, to tease, to draw it out for hours.

He knew their Colin liked that. But Dane was right: it was taking everything in Fox not to come in two seconds like some teenage virgin.

It was just so tight, so perfect. And at some point, Colin had wrapped his legs around Fox’s hips, and he was meeting him thrust for thrust, the motions erratic given his split attention, but still enthusiastic as fuck.

But it was Dane who lost it first. Fox heard the shattered groan he let out, the messy sound of Colin swallowing as best he could.

As soon as Dane moved back, Fox slid Colin back up the bed and dropped over him, wrapping a hand around Colin’s cock and fucking him in earnest.

“Look at you,” he crooned. “Look at how well you’re taking us.

Dane’s cum in your throat and my cock in your ass.

You were made for this. Made for us.” He was only half-aware of what he was saying.

He knew he was spouting filth, but he needed Colin to come.

He needed him to come right the fuck now.

“You’re our little kept slut, and we’re never letting you go. ”

That seemed to do it. Colin’s cock jerked in Fox’s hand, spouting his release. And none the fuck too soon. Fox’s hips stuttered as he emptied himself into Colin’s waiting channel.

He collapsed to the side, trying not to crush their human underneath him. There was the sound of panting. The dip of the bed as Dane climbed on. Fox opened bleary eyes to see Dane stroking Colin’s hair. Fox watched as Colin’s eyes drooped closed, even as he kept muttering, “Holy shit,” repeatedly.

Fox looked at the mess they’d made of him.

He had cum on his face, little streaks that had escaped his eager swallows.

Fox knew his hole would be leaking the same, and it took everything in him to resist fingering the evidence.

Colin’s body was limp and sated, and on top of his desert scent, he smelled like pure fucking sex.

They’d wrecked him completely, and he’d never even asked for a bite.