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Fox crawled over him, caging him in with his elbows. He leaned in close, breathing in that intoxicating desert scent. “Sorry, slayer. I’m afraid I have to kiss you now.”

Colin held up a hand, blocking Fox’s face. “Tell me I can come with you first.”

“Fine,” Fox groaned, dropping his head into Colin’s hand. As if he hadn’t already decided Colin could go with them wherever he liked. “But we’ll hunt from here.”

Colin bit at his lower lip, his gaze flickering away from Fox. “And what if I do, you know…get a little jealous?”

Fox lifted his head to meet Dane’s eyes, and when he looked back to Colin, his smile was sharp. “Then we’ll get our fangs into you and remind you who’s our favorite snack.”

Colin’s flush deepened. “You’d still bite me?”

“Anytime, anyplace.” Fox grabbed Colin’s hand, tugging it down. “And it’s time for that kiss, little lamb.”

“I’m not little,” Colin protested for the thousandth time.

“Technically, between the two of us, you’re half our size.”

There was that laugh again. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Never said we were geniuses.” Fox grinned down at him, so happy it was fucking stupid. “Now give me that mouth.”

seventeen

Dane

“Okay, what are we looking for here?” Colin asked.

He sat between them on the porch swing, sharp eyes focused on the street with gritty determination, like some sort of hipster general assessing his battlefield.

It was honestly cute as hell.

Dane couldn’t take it—he scooped the human onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his middle to keep him locked in place.

“Hey,” Colin protested, even as he leaned more fully back into Dane, his long legs sprawled on either side of Dane’s knees. “I was scoping things out.”

Dane nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his perfect scent. “You can see fine from here.”

“See?” Fox drawled. He spread his arms over the back of the swing and widened his legs, taking up every bit of space Colin had just vacated. “He’s always hogging you.”

Dane ignored the dig, squeezing his prize lightly. His brother wasn’t actually jealous—Dane would be able to feel it if he was.Besides, jealousy didn’t really exist between them. It couldn’t—there simply wasn’t any room for it. They were two sides of the same coin; what belonged to one belonged to the other. And Colin belonged to both of them. Belongedwithboth of them.

The question was, For how long?

To give up my life? Who was he to demand it?

Was Serena right? Would it be the ultimate act of selfishness, to turn Colin without the guarantee of a bond? Even if he asked for it?

“You never answered me,” Colin prodded, interrupting Dane’s thoughts. “What are we looking for?”

“We usually go by scent,” Dane told him, resisting the urge to nose at his neck again. They had a task to accomplish, and he wouldn’t be able to focus if he was buried in their human the whole time. “Whoever smells especially good.”

Colin twisted his head to peer back at him. “DoIsmell especially good?”

Fox chuckled beside them. “You smell the best of all, baby.”

Dane caught a glimpse of Colin looking smug as hell before he turned back to face the street.

“Pickings are a little slimmer in the summertime,” Fox pointed out, gesturing to the near-empty street. “We’ll look for what’s easiest. Someone walking alone.”

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