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Colin was vaguely aware he was writhing against Fox’s body, strange mewls escaping his mouth while he chased friction he hadn’t known he was searching for, but he couldn’t seem to stop. Fox’s hard stomach just felt too good against his cock, and the approving grunts Fox was making weren’t helping any.

Why did everything feel so fuckinggood?

“Fuck,” he gasped, and then Dane made this—thisgrowlingnoise, and Fox was using his grip on Colin’s hip to push Colin against him just right, his clothed erection pressing against Colin’s ass, and Colin was coming.

He wascoming.

He was just fucking coming in his pants, and no one had even touched his dick, and how the hell was that happening, and what if he passed out right this second? He was never going to live that down.

But he stayed conscious, even as his vision whited out at the edges and his mind went hazy in a way it never had before in his life.

Holy fucking vampire Jesus.

He became slowly aware over the passing seconds—minutes? Hours?—that Dane had stopped drinking from him, closing his bite with a few efficient licks, a far cry from the way Fox had basically been making out with Colin’s neck when Dane had been feeding.

Colin shook his head fiercely in an effort to dispel the fog, pushing back from where he’d slumped against Fox’s chest. He couldn’t look at either of them.

He tried to control his panting long enough to say something. “Oh. Well. Um. Jesus fuck. I’m going to bed.”

He scrambled off Fox’s lap—still pointedlynotmaking eye contact—and bolted up the stairs, not stopping until he was in his new room, the door shut firmly behind him.

What the fuck had just happened?

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“Where the fuckishe?” 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 theirbossy 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. “Imade 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 actuallyintendedfor him to come?

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

“But it was after you bit him,” Fox insisted. “Yourfangs 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.

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