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Fox stepped closer, trying to be subtle about breathing in that desert scent as he did so. “We could do it again,” he offered.

“We’re going to. That’s the deal.”

“Not the feeding. Well, yes to the feeding,” Fox corrected. No way was he not getting another taste of that blood. “But notjustthe feeding.”

Colin finally turned around. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were narrowed fiercely in Fox’s direction. Brave little lamb indeed. “The orgasm part,” Colin said flatly.

“Yeah.” Fox smirked. “The orgasm part.”

Colin actually rolled his eyes, the little shit. “Listen. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea. I’m ace. Sort of. Gray ace, I guess? Something along that spectrum. I’m not sex averse, and I’ve felt attraction before, but…sex doesn’t come easy to me. And you two frankly don’t seem like the patient types.”

“Did you not like it?” Dane asked, and Fox could hear the worry in his voice, an echo of his own.

Fuck. Had Colin not wanted what had happened? Was Dane right to be hesitant? Should they have slowed things downsomehow—what if they’d inadvertently traumatized their new houseguest?

They were assholes, but they weren’tamoralassholes. Scarring Colin for life hadn’t been the goal.

But Colin shook his head, that delicious blush still on his cheeks. “I liked it fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. Just—I wouldn’t count on it happening again, is all.”

“But would you want it to?”

Thank God for Dane, asking the important questions.

Colin looked down, fidgeting with the leather bracelets he seemed to always have on one of his slender wrists. “I’m not…opposed. But you can’t be dicks about it.”

Fox wasn’t getting it. “Dicks about what?”

“If itdoesn’thappen, and you get all disappointed or pissed off or whatever.”

Fox raised his brows. “You think we’re gonna be assholes and cry blue balls? I don’t know what boys you’ve been playing around with, but we’re grown-ups here, slayer. We’re not going to pull some childish human bullshit. You don’t want something, it doesn’t happen.”

Did Fox want nothing more than to fill this human up with his cock? Fuck yeah. He could already imagine the tasty, whimpering mess Colin would become with a dickandfangs inside him. But not everybody got what they wanted, did they? And if putting aside his own lust meant more of Colin sticking around, bossing them about in their own space and letting them taste the most delicious blood they’d had in decades?

Well, that was fine by Fox. Even his dumb-as-rocks devil agreed. It wanted Colin to stay.

Colin blinked at them, and from the blank look in his eyes, it was clear some assholehadmade a big deal about it. The kid had been hurt before.

Stupid fucking humans. They never knew how to appreciate a good thing.

Then Colin cleared his throat, shaking off whatever had just grabbed at him. “Okay. Well. Good.” He glanced at his phone. “But I gotta go. Catch you both later.”

He slid past them, the front door closing a few seconds after.

Fox rubbed a hand over his jaw, looking to Dane. “What do you think?”

Dane met his gaze evenly. “I think don’t push him too hard.”

“As if I would ever.”

Fox wasn’t going to push, but he wasn’t going to back off either. Not if Colin wanted them, if it was only fear holding him back. Fox didn’t know what this pull was, but he didn’t feel like ignoring it. Not when they could all be on the verge of something really good.

He and Dane deserved something good, didn’t they?

Fox stalked through the front door, anger curling in his gut. He’d been halfway to the ocean when he’d felt Dane’s unhappiness wash through the bond, a sharp burst of despair followed by heavy lassitude.

What had those smug fucks said now?

He rushed past the living area, ignoring Amelia’s sarcastic hello as he bolted up the stairs to their shared room. He found Dane lying face down on the bed, a black-and-white movie on the screen.

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