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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? Wasinterestingthe 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 intohim—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.

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