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“Dane’s hogging you over there,” Fox complained, tugging at his foot.

Colin kicked at him. “He is nothoggingme. I can’t be hogged. I’m a person, not a bag of potato chips.”

Fox leered at him. “Ten times more delicious than a bag of potato chips.”

He was ignored. “And I don’t want to flip,” Colin told him. “I don’t want this”—he pressed his heel against Fox’s burgeoning erection, ignoring his hiss—“anywhere near my face at the moment. Who knows what you’d do with it?”

“Come on it?” Fox suggested hopefully.

He was—against all odds—rewarded with Colin’s laughter, a surprisingly bright, bubbling sound. Fuck, did Fox want to hear more of that. Every day for the rest of eternity, if he could.

“Dane, tell him to stop being a nuisance,” Colin ordered after his laughter had trailed off, pressing his head up into Dane’s fingers while Dane smiled down at him indulgently.

And damn, that did things to Fox, the easy way they had with each other. It was like a missing puzzle piece slotting into place. His brother washappy, full in a way he hadn’t been in…well, possibly ever.

Fox had always known Dane had an endless well of affection to give, with no one to give it to. But seeing it in front of him brought the point home in a way it never had before. Daneneededthis. He needed Colin.

They both did.

Fox tickled his fingers along Colin’s arch again. “Fine. Dane can keep hogging you. But my time will come.”

“How vaguely threatening,” Colin murmured, turning back to the movie with a soft smile as Dane continued to pet at his hair.

But Fox was bored of reading, and he wanted to bring up a potentially unpleasant subject while Colin was in a (relatively) nonhostile mood. Maybe he should have stopped tickling him when he asked. Ah, well. Fox cleared his throat. “So we need to feed. I mean…we need tohunt.” When Colin glanced at him in surprise, he clarified, “We haven’t been taking enough from you.” He tried for a playful smile. “We’re growing boys, you know.”

Colin’s heel pressed on his erection again. “Only one part of you is growing, and it has nothing to do with food.” He lifted his head from Dane’s lap. “Where do you hunt, then?” He didn’t seem upset, only curious.

“Sometimes we go out,” Dane said, finally paying attention to their conversation for the first time. “Sometimes we just grab someone from our porch.”

“Dining in?” Colin quipped. He stretched his neck, with a sigh. “Okay, I’ll go with you,” he told them, settling back into Dane’s lap.

“Pardon?”

“I want to watch. Is that a problem?” he asked, his tone letting them know that if it was, they’d have a truly pissed-off human to answer to.

Fox exchanged a look with Dane. Was it? In theory, no, but wouldn’t it make Colin…jealous? Fox found himself weirdly disgruntled that he wasn’t.

Dane took the lead. “It wouldn’t bother you?” he asked carefully. “Watching us feed on someone else?”

“You have to, don’t you? I’d feel better if I was there.”

It was a surprisingly vulnerable admission from their prickly lamb. And almost like a declaration of ownership, if they decided to take it that way.

Fox was definitely going to take it that way.

Colin cleared his throat. “They’re not going to—like how I—?”

“Are they going to come in their pants?” Fox finished for him, rewarded for his contribution with a middle finger waved in his direction. “Doubtful. You, my little lamb, are especially sensitive to a vampire’s bite.”

The tips of Colin’s ears went red. “Not always. With Jay, I never—I mean, it felt good, obviously, but not like—” He trailed off, clearly embarrassed.

How fucking adorable. The embarrassment, not the admission. The admission—well, Fox’s devil preened inside him, and his chest tingled with satisfaction. It wasn’t like he hadn’t known Colin had a stronger reaction to their bites than he was used to before, but he loved to hear it anyway.

No one could please him like they could, and Colin fucking knew it, didn’t he?

In a flash, Fox was tugging Colin down by his ankle, sliding him off Dane’s lap and onto his back between them.

Colin glared at him, but the effect was softened by his cheeks, which were a lovely pink. “Hey,” he complained in half-hearted protest.

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