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It felt like some kind of miracle.

Still, Fox needed some reassurance that that asshole hadn’t raised any doubts. After rinsing his hair, Fox grabbed Colin’schin, tilting his head to meet his gaze. “You know it’s bullshit, right? You’re enough, just as you are.”

Colin stared at him for a long moment, and then his eyes closed once more, his frame going so still, Fox feared he had stopped breathing. “And if one day I didn’t want to fuck anymore? Would I still be enough?”

Was that what he was worried about? That the affection Fox and Dane felt for him was purely physical?

Fox exchanged a look with Dane over Colin’s shoulder. He knew at once they were on the same page. “Then we’d become reacquainted with our right hands,” he told Colin. He grabbed the conditioner, coating Colin’s strands. “And maybe porn. Or toys. Or a million other things. We’d figure it out.”

“We would?” Colin’s eyes opened again, the green in them standing out against the bathroom tile, and there was a naked vulnerability there that stabbed at Fox’s chest.

Dane pressed in closer behind Colin, dropping the washcloth to the shower floor. “Of course we fucking would.”

In opposition to his words, Colin’s cock was fully hard now, brushing against Fox’s hip. Fox was happy enough to ignore it, but Colin peered up at Fox from beneath his lashes. “I don’t want to be fucked right now…,” he began, his teeth grazing his lower lip.

Fox hummed. “Yes, you said.”

“But I wouldn’t mind…” Colin trailed off again.

“What wouldn’t you mind, little lamb?”

“A bite?” Colin asked hopefully. He nudged his hips closer to Fox, his cock sliding against Fox’s wet skin. “And maybe I could—like before…”

Fox grinned, delighted. “You want to rub off against me while we bite you?”

Colin looked uncharacteristically doubtful. “That’s selfish, huh?”

“It’s hot as fuck,” Fox told him, sliding a hand around his back to keep him right where he was. “We like giving you what you need.”We fucking love it.

Was there a part of Fox that worried a bite was all Colin was ever going to need from them? That there had been truth to Luc’s taunting words—that Colin might get what he wanted from them and move on to a different vampire? Sure. This was too new, with too many unknowns, not to worry. But he wasn’t going to let his doubts ruin things before they even started. He was going to trust his instincts. There was something real here; he knew it in his bones.

Besides, he didn’t think it was about just any bite, with Colin. It wasn’t just about the abstract pleasure of being vampire food. It was about Colin’s need for reassurance, in that moment, that he was wanted. That they craved the very essence of him.

And fuck, did they ever.

He pushed Colin under the showerhead, rinsing his hair out, before pulling him closer once again, Dane pressing in from behind. Fox’s hard cock was rubbing up against Colin’s stomach, but this wasn’t about him now. It was about making their human feel good. Making him feel wanted.

They bit in unison, fangs slicing through tender skin. Fox kept it light—knowing Dane would do the same—sucking gently and letting only the smallest amount of blood slip between his lips. They’d fed from him fairly recently, and they didn’t want to take too much from him in too short of time.

They needed to be careful with what was theirs.

Colin’s breath hitched, and then he let out a long moan. He was immediately rutting against Fox in a slippery slide of skin, following his own mindless rhythm.

He tasted like sin.

Fox’s devil purred happily, pleased with their human’s blood coating their mouth, with the feel of him against them, chasinghis release. They were doing exactly as they should, tending to their ma—

Fox caught himself. To their human. They were tending to their…human.

It was barely any time at all before Colin came against Fox with a soft grunt, and he and Dane retracted their fangs, licking their bites closed.

Fox let the water rinse him clean, then gently pushed Colin out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, ignoring his own dripping body and drying off Colin’s long limbs instead, as Dane toweled off beside them. Colin was practically swaying on his feet, exhausted from either the drama of the day or the orgasm he’d just had. Possibly a combination of both.

“Time to sleep,” Dane said, herding Colin out of the bathroom. Fox followed behind them, toweling himself off as they walked down the hallway.

Colin yawned wide. “What about you two though?”

“What did I say?” Fox smacked his hip lightly. “Not every boner needs to be dealt with.”

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