Dane seemed to take that as an order—he took hold of Colin’s cock in his hand, thumbing at the leaking tip as his hips moved relentlessly.Fuck. Colin wet his lips, trying and failing to contain his punched-out noises. “Kiss me?” he asked, not even sure which one he was talking to.
“Look at you, asking so sweetly.” Fox’s eyes were twin blue infernos, hot and heavy-lidded. “What did I say about giving you anything you want?”
He leaned in and licked into Colin’s mouth, drinking in every one of Colin’s desperate noises. He tasted faintly of copper. It made Colin almost lightheaded with need—that washisblood that had coated Fox’s mouth, his essence that had fed him. But it was Dane’s steady hand on Colin’s cock, stroking him over and over in time with the punch of his hips, that brought Colin to completion with a suddenness that was startling.
Colin cried out into Fox’s mouth, his orgasm almost painful in its intensity, and Dane pressed even closer, if that was possible,clutching Colin tightly against him with his cum-covered hand pressed against his stomach, chasing his own release, his throaty moans soft but urgent in Colin’s ear.
Fox stroked himself unhurriedly to his own orgasm, giving Colin long, lazy kisses as Dane stroked gentle fingers down Colin’s side. Colin didn’t make a move to take over—Fox would have told him if that was what he wanted. Healwaystold Colin exactly what he wanted from him.
Colin didn’t have to question, didn’t have to wonder if he was enough.
Now if only he could be enough forever.
fifteen
Dane
The resort’s lobby was massive, everything inside bright and spacious, including the giant windows that lined the room, which somehow managed to let in all the desert sun without a trace of the real desert heat.
A group of men in business suits walked by, heading into what appeared to be a conference room just off the lobby. It made sense to Dane. Who else would be staying in an Arizonan hotel in the summer, if not workaholics being made to by their employers?
He was answered by a gaggle of kids wrapped in towels heading out one of the back doors, presumably searching for the pool. Families looking for cheaper offseason resort stays? Maybe even locals going for a staycation, treating themselves to poolside lounging and air-conditioned room service.
“Fancy,” Colin murmured. He didn’t sound impressed.
Dane wasn’t exactly sure how their human had ended up coming along. They’d told him what they were doing, that he had to stay behind for his own safety, and then he’d said somethingabout loyal dogs and obeying his wishes, told them thatheneeded company for once, and they’d both caved in an instant.
Was human compulsion on vampires a thing?
It was too late, either way. And it was fine. It wasn’t like they actually expected to find their rogue vampire sipping Bloody Marys at the hotel bar—they were just covering all their bases, checking every nook and cranny.
There was a line at the front desk, so they followed Colin as he wandered over to the back windows overlooking the path to one of the pools (of course the place had more than one). “You two ever stay here?” he asked them.
“Nah,” Fox answered. “Too rich for our blood. We’re homebodies, you know.”
He said it with a wink, like he was joking, but Colin seemed to take it at face value. He glanced back at them. “You two never travel either?”
Dane exchanged a glance with Fox—don’t get defensive. “Not really.”
“Why not? You said you have money. And you can compel people, right? You could go anywhere. Do anything.”
Fox sidled up to Colin. “You want to travel, slayer? We can take you. Wherever you want to go.” There was just the faintest hint of desperation in his voice. God, it was so obvious how badly he wanted to keep this kid.
But then again, fuck, so did Dane.
God, the way Colin had felt around him that morning, his channel clenching Dane’s cock. It had been like nothing else. Like coming home to a place Dane had never known he was missing. Dane knew what Fox was talking about, when he talked about Colin—something just feltrightwith him. There was no explaining it, not rationally. They’d both taken one look at him and decided,Ours, whether conscious of it or not.
Colin cocked his head, staring at Fox like he could see right through his bullshit. “I’m not asking if you want to travelnow. I’m asking why you never have.”
Fox and Dane exchanged another glance—how honest to be? How much to bare?—and Dane cleared his throat. “Something compelled us to stay, I guess. A feeling. Even when we’ve been bored or restless or whatever, we never really wanted to leave.” He tried to shrug, but the movement was stilted. “Guess we were…waiting, you could say.” He pasted on a smile, trying not to reveal the depths of what his words might be disclosing. “But Fox is right—we’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
Colin’s face gave nothing away. “Aren’t you still waiting though?”
“Don’t be dense,” Fox growled, pressing Colin back against the window.
Before Colin could respond to that—and God, what happened to playing it cool? What did Fox really expect him to say?—the line in front of the counter cleared, the concierge beckoning them over with an elegant wave of his wrist.
“Come on,” Dane urged, pulling Fox back. “Let’s get this over with.”
