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There was just so much to entertain him. The long legs in front of him, for one. He nibbled at Colin’s knee, licking along his inner thigh. And once Colin’s entrance was soaking and softened, Colin’s knees knocking into Fox’s chest as he writhed, Fox pushed a finger in.

The gasp wasn’t so muffled this time, and Fox glanced up to see Dane had turned his attention to Colin’s nipples, licking and sucking at the pink buds.

Colin’s head lifted, and he met Fox’s eye. He looked wrecked and fucked out already, and all he’d had so far was Fox’s finger and a little bit of Dane’s attention.

“How does that feel?” Fox asked, stroking Colin’s insides with his finger.

It was his brother who answered, murmuring, “His skin is so fucking soft.”

Fox hummed in agreement, turning his attention back to opening Colin up. It was slow work. Colin may not have been a virgin, but it had clearly been a very long time since he’d had anything inside him. But Fox could be patient. Sometimes.

“How’s Dane doing, little lamb?” he asked however long later, when he had two fingers crooked inside him and Colin had moved on from gasping to whimpering. “Has he earned your mouth yet?”

Colin’s eyes flew open. “Yeah, I’ll—I’ll suck it.” He tilted his head to Dane. “I’ll suck you.”

Fox didn’t miss the way Dane had to grasp his own cock hard at the base at Colin’s stuttered words. Fox couldn’t blame him. His own prick was hanging full and heavy between his thighs, aching for the tight heat his fingers were promising.

He met Dane’s eye, communicating wordlessly, and they slid Colin down the bed until his head was hanging off the end, his throat stretched and extended—any vampire’s wet dream.

Dane rose off the bed and stood behind Colin. Of course, since it was him, he was gentle as all fuck, nudging the head of his cock against Colin’s lips, letting him lick and suck at his own pace. Fox could feel the sweet torture of it through the bond, the heavy need of Dane’s to thrust and fuck into that throat.

But his brother did always love a trial in self-control.

Fox, however, was at his fucking limit. He’d resumed his stroking and probing and stretching, three fingers deep inside Colin, their human’s cock jerking every time Fox hit the rightspot inside him. It was highly possible Colin could come just like that, from Fox’s fingers and the feel of Dane’s cock in his mouth. And that would be fine, wouldn’t it? Fox didn’t have to fuck him. He could get him off with his fingers, let Dane finish in Colin’s mouth, then jerk himself all over Colin’s silky chest. It would be hot as fuck, still, Colin all covered in Fox’s cum.

His devil growled its frustration—it wanted toclaim, damn it—and Fox couldn’t keep the sound in completely.

Colin popped off Dane’s cock and managed to glare at him, although the expression was softened somewhat by his glassy eyes and spit-soaked mouth. “I’m not going to beg. But if you don’t fuck me sometime in the next ten seconds, I’ll kick you in the dick.”

Fox’s growl stuttered off, and he couldn’t help it—he laughed. He laughed so fucking hard he had to withdraw his fingers, much to Colin’s evident frustration.

Fox couldn’t even remember the last time he’d laughed during sex. Probably never. But fuck. He was just so perfect, this pissy human.

He calmed down enough to catch Colin glancing uncertainly at Dane. “That wasn’t very sexy of me, was it?”

Dane smiled down at him, his thumb rubbing some of the spit off Colin’s chin. “You threatening Fox will always be sexy. You’ve got him twisted into knots, little minx.”

“I thought I was a lamb.”

“You’re fucking everything, is what you are.”

Dane bent to kiss him, and Fox took the opportunity to do as their minx requested, pressing the head of his aching cock to Colin’s loosened hole. It was a tight, torturous process—even having opened him up so thoroughly.

God fuckingdamn it, that was good.

Colin groaned through the process, one hand fisted into the bedspread, the other on Dane’s hip. His channel gripped Fox likea glove, one three sizes too small, meant to send him to an early grave.

Dane broke his kiss with Colin once Fox had bottomed out. “How does it feel?”

Fox knew who he was asking. “How do you think?” he managed to reply through gritted teeth. He’d had to stop where he was, trying not to give in to the way Colin’s hole was already trying to milk his cock of all he had.

“I think it’s taking everything in you not to come.”

“Yeah? Put your dick back in his mouth and then we’ll talk.”

Dane flipped him off, then stroked Colin’s cheek gently. “You ready, baby?”

In answer, Colin bent his head back again, stretching his throat once more to indecent proportions.

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