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“You wanna fuck me?”

In an instant, Dane’s cock was plumping up fully against him. God, they were easy. “Yes.”

Colin loved it, that simple yes. No asking if he was sure, or why he’d changed his mind from earlier. Dane trusted him to know his own desires, his own mind.

Cool air hit his back as Dane rolled away, and then there was the sound of him rummaging through the nightstand. A large, firm hand settled on the back of Colin’s thigh, shifting his leg up and over Fox’s hip in front of him.

Fox didn’t even stir.

A slick finger ran down Colin’s crease, parting his cheeks. Colin closed his eyes as Dane spent endless minutes circling his entrance, pressing in slightly before easing up again and toying with his rim.

“What are you doing back there?” Colin eventually asked.

Dane hummed, pressing a kiss to Colin’s shoulder. “Just enjoying myself. You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

So are you.“You’re looking at my ass, not my face,” Colin pointed out, unable to keep the thought to himself.

“And your ass is fucking beautiful.” Dane grabbed one of Colin’s cheeks with his free hand, squeezing the flesh firmly. “You have the most gorgeous skin.”

Dane must still be confused from sleep. Colin definitely didnothave a beautiful ass, or gorgeous skin for that matter. He was bony and pale—he was pretty sure his butt glowed in the dark, what there was of it.

But who was he to mess with someone else’s delusions?

When Dane finally pressed a finger in, it was so goddamn easy. Colin was relaxed—from his half-awake state, from the comforting press of their bodies, from the heady familiarity of their scents—his muscles loosened of their ever-present tension.

What followed was a thorough, lazy fingering, one that had Colin’s cock leaking even as his mind melted into a fuzzy, floating arousal. His world narrowed down to Dane’s thick fingers, his persistent touch. He tilted his head back for a kiss,and Dane captured his mouth with the same ease with which he toyed with Colin’s body.

Colin had no idea how much time had passed when Dane broke the kiss, his heavy breathing the only sign he might be just as twisted up as Colin. “Ready, baby?”

“Mm.”

The blunt head of his cock pushed against Colin’s rim, pressing in steadily. It was still a tight fit, no matter how relaxed Colin was, but the burn only heightened his arousal, sharpening the edges. He closed his eyes as Dane pushed in fully, his ragged breath hot against Colin’s neck.

He opened them again to find Fox awake, gazing at him with languorous hunger, every inch the relaxed predator.

“Hi, baby,” he crooned, echoing Dane’s endearment. “Dane making you feel good?”

Colin’s stuttered moan at the next thrust of Dane’s hips must have been answer enough because Fox chuckled softly. “Of course he is. Our Dane knows how to be gentle with his toys.”

Danewasbeing gentle, in a way, rocking his hips unhurriedly, with the same lazy thoroughness he’d brought to fingering Colin. That didn’t change the fact that he was going sodeep, his cock filling every inch of Colin, his front pressed against Colin’s back tightly.

With his leg over Fox’s hip, Colin’s hard cock kept bumping against Fox’s rapidly filling erection, but the vampire made no move to touch him.

“You’d be gentle too,” Colin found himself saying. “If I asked.”

Fox’s lips twitched. “Now you’re getting it.”

“Getting wh-what?” Colin gasped the words as Dane’s cock bumped against his prostate again.

“That we’ll give you anything you want.” Fox’s mouth may have been smirking, but his eyes were shining with fiercesincerity. “We’re your loyal dogs. Your humble fucking servants, kneeling at your feet.”

“I thought I was your kept slut?” It was meant to be a tease, but everything in Colin went hot, remembering when Fox had told him that. It was the filthiest thing anyone had ever said about him.

Dane’s lips were at his ear. “It can be both,” he murmured, his hand heavy on Colin’s hip. “You can be our kept slut when you feel like it. Doesn’t change the fact that you own us.”

Colin wanted to ask why, what he could possibly have done to earn that right, but Dane’s steady rhythm was nailing his prostate every time, and he whined instead, overstimulated and turned on beyond belief.

“Shh, baby,” Fox crooned, as if he hadn’t been the one spouting all sorts of nonsense just seconds ago. “Let Dane make you feel good.”

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