He’d caused that, hadn’t he? The urgency? Because Dane was so turned on, just by kissing Colin, holding him against his chest, while his brother’s mouth made Colin lose his mind?
Dane broke the kiss again, and Colin sucked in deep, ragged breaths as he began nosing down Colin’s neck again, his arm never slowing its frantic rhythm.
Colin was so close. What did people do when they were this close?
“Bite,” he gasped. “Can I— Can you bite?”
He didn’t need it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to be able to come without it. But he wanted it. He wanted that feeling again, of being consumed. And this time it would be all of him—his spit, his blood, his cum. It would be too much and too wild, and that was exactly what he fucking wanted.
Dane’s arm paused, for just a second. “Should I?” he asked.
Colin was about to answer—yes, of course you fucking should—but he didn’t get a chance, Fox popping off his cock again to respond, “Give him whatever he wants.” It was more growl that words. “He’s fucking perfect.”
Of course. The question hadn’t been for Colin at all.
And then Fox was back to sucking Colin down, and Dane’s fangs were cutting into Colin’s neck, and Colin just…lost it.
He blacked out. Or maybe he died for a second.
He was somewhat aware of the sounds of the twins finishing, their ragged groans and soft curses. He was a limp noodle in Dane’s arms, his spent cock soft against his thigh.
Should he sit up? He should probably sit up.
He gave a pathetic attempt, then slumped back down when his arms didn’t want to work. He didn’t think Dane had taken much, but he felt lightheaded anyway.
Dane’s fingers were in his hair again. “Hey, Casanova,” he said, his voice harsher than it ever was when speaking to Colin. “Get him some fucking water.”
Colin felt the couch dip as Fox rose, stalking off. Fingers tilted Colin’s chin until he was looking into Dane’s dark-blue eyes. “You okay?” Dane asked, his voice soft and sweet again.
Colin giggled. He fuckinggiggled. He’d have to remember to be mortified by that later. “Holy fuck.”
The smile Dane gave him was breathtaking. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Holy fuck.”
nine
Colin
It was a weird morning.
Or it wasn’t weird at all, and that was the weird part. Or maybe all three of them were the same amount of weird and it canceled out into normal? Colin wasn’t sure, but it was definitely one of those three options.
He’d fallen back asleep on that couch, after they’d straightened themselves up and wiped any lingering fluids away. A whole few hours of sleep again. He didn’t exactly feel fully rested, but he wasn’t so foggy either.
He wasn’t sure what the twins had done all that time. They hadn’t left the couch, he was pretty sure—he’d woken up split between their laps again—so maybe they’d watched another movie? Or slept what few hours they needed sitting up?
Either way, when he finally got up to make his iced coffee, they followed him silently into the kitchen. And when he went to drink it in the shade of the backyard, before the day got too hot to tolerate, they followed him out there too, pulling theirloungers closer to his and slouching down, idly chatting about neighborhood gossip while he sipped away.
For two guys who seemed to have nothing better to do than dog Colin’s every step, they knew an awful lot about their neighbors. It was weirdly comforting to listen to, to zone out and savor his coffee while the desert birds twitted away in the background.
At some point, he found his legs being hauled up onto Dane’s lap, the vampire not even looking at him as he did so, as if it was a totally reasonable, par-for-the-course thing to do. At another point, he looked up to find Fox glaring at him and his coffee before stalking away into the house, reappearing with a granola bar he shoved into Colin’s hand. Colin was pretty sure the thing was expired, but it was edible enough once he’d softened it by dunking it in his drink. And biting into it had stopped Fox from scowling at him, at least.
It was all harmonious enough until Colin went up to shower and had to literally shut the door in their faces to keep them from following him into the bathroom too.
He was in his bedroom, toeing on his shoes, when they reappeared in the open doorway, his two giant shadows.
“Where are you going?” Fox asked.
Colin straightened, shooting an exasperated look somewhere in the space between their two faces, trying to encompass them both in his irritation. “Where do I go every day for lunch?”
