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“Dane just drank from a drunk,” Fox explained, amusement coating every word.

What a dick.

“He didn’t seem that drunk,” Dane protested, rolling his head to the side to glare at his brother.

Although, to be fair, Dane probably should have realized by the smell alone. But he’d been impatient, wanting to get it all over with and focus back on Colin. And, really, alcoholics could be misleading that way—they presented a much more sober front than was truthful.

Dane had been—he’d beentricked, damn it.

Colin’s brow was furrowed in confusion. “What does it matter if he was drunk?”

“Vamps can get tipsy if we drink from someone with a high blood alcohol level,” Fox explained. “It’s more efficient thanstraight from the bottle, actually, if that’s your goal.” He laughed again, clearly delighted by Dane’s predicament.

Why exactly did Dane love this asshole so much again?

“Shut it,” he griped. “Give ’im back to me.” He tugged Colin out of Fox’s arms, nuzzling back into the crook of his neck with a happy sigh.

There, that was better.

Except his cock was still hard from Colin’s sexy-ass voice, and he could practically smell the arousal coming off Colin’s skin. “Wanna fuck you,” he mumbled into that same soft skin, brushing his lips over the goose bumps that arose. “Can I? Feels so good to fuck you.”

Colin squirmed in his grasp. “Jesus. He’s a horny drunk,” he mock-whispered to Fox.

“He’ll back off if you tell him to.”

Was that even a fucking question? Of course Dane would back off. “Don’thaveto fuck you,” he muttered. “Just wanna.”

Colin turned to face him, and he had the prettiest smile on his face. Dane wanted to bite it. Or kiss it? That probably made more sense.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Colin breathed the words into Dane’s ear, sending a shiver down Dane’s spine. “I want you to fuck me too.”

Well, Dane could work with that.

Dane resisted when Colin tried to pull him up the stairs, tugging him into the living room and over to the couch instead.

Dane had become very fond of their overstuffed, raggedy couch. This couch was where they’d first tasted Colin, first brought him to orgasm. It was where Colin had first let Dane hold him, falling asleep with his head on Dane’s lap.

This couch should be in a museum of all things good.

Dane fell back into it, pulling Colin with him so he was straddling Dane’s lap, this time facing toward him, his slender waist fitting perfectly into Dane’s hands.

The position had Colin looking down at him slightly. Dane grinned up at him. “Hello.”

“Hi.” Colin smiled that soft little smile he seemed to save just for Dane. “Fox says you’re drunk.”

Dane held his thumb and forefinger a smidge apart. “Jus’ a little.” Loose strands of Colin’s pale-blue hair had fallen forward, and Dane tucked them behind his ear, chuckling when they fell forward again in the next instant. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“So you’ve said.”

When had he—? Oh, right. When he’d had his fingers stuffed inside him, watching Colin’s muscles shift as he clenched around them, his pale skin glowing in the dim light.

Dane almost smiled at the memory, but he wanted to get an important point across, so he schooled his face into what he hoped was a serious expression. “Not just your ass. Also your face.” He lost himself for a moment staring at it, the soft beauty Colin tried to hide behind his fierce scowls. “But notjustyour face.”

Colin gave him a teasing smile, cocking his head. “Also my neck?”

God, he did have a gorgeous neck.

“Yes,” Dane agreed dreamily. Wait. “No.” He grabbed Colin’s chin, pulling his face even closer. “You. Your soul.”

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