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“You can see my soul, can you?” Colin’s eyes had gone soft again, but the teasing smile hadn’t left his lips. Did he not believe Dane?

“My devil can,” Dane insisted. Seeing wasn’t quite right. More like…sensing. Tasting. But it was close enough. The important part was— “He loves it. They both do.”

Colin’s breath hitched as his smile fell, his eyes widening.

Dane startled as Fox cackled loudly beside them. “Holy shit. You thoughtIwas going to be the problem?”

Before Dane could tell him to fuck off—they were having amomenthere—Colin tore his face out of Dane’s grip and turned to scowl at him. “Hey. Be nice to him. He’s tipsy.”

Dane nodded emphatically. Yeah. Right. Exactly.

Except—

He pulled Colin’s face back to his, eager for his attention. “My devil loves it when I’mnottipsy too,” he clarified.

Fox cackled again.

Colin flipped him off, never breaking eye contact with Dane. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and grab the lube?” Dane almost moved before he realized he was talking to Fox. He settled back as Colin stroked his cheek with slender fingers. “You still want to fuck me?”

Dane did. He really fucking did. “Yes, please.”

There was the telltale sound of Fox bounding up the stairs. Apparently he could be agreeable, as long as it was Colin he was being agreeable to.

“Hey,” Colin whispered. He was still stroking Dane’s cheek. That was lovely.Hewas so lovely, even when he was telling them to fuck off. “Thank you for saying such nice things.”

Dane leaned into his touch. “Wanna say nice things to you all the time,” he mumbled.

“Why don’t you, then?”

Colin was smiling again. He was beautiful when he scowled, but this was good too. Everything about him was good.

But he’d asked a question, hadn’t he? Dane tried to gather his thoughts. “We’re trying to be patient. Trying not to—”

“Not to what?” Colin prompted.

“Not to overwhelm you.”

“Don’t you remember? Iwantto be overwhelmed.”

Colin’s firm cock was pressing against him, and Dane couldn’t be sure they were talking about the same thing. Did Colin want to be overwhelmed only when they fucked him, or overwhelmed in the sense that Dane kind of sort of wanted to lock him in this house for all eternity and never let him go?

Probably the former, unfortunately. Even with stolen, whiskey-laden blood running through his veins, Dane knew he shouldn’t say that latter part out loud. Those were thoughts that belonged firmly in his head.

Then Fox was back, tossing the lube on the couch along with an infuriating, knowing smile directed at Dane.

Dane protested loudly as Colin escaped his grasp, hopping off his lap deftly. But then he was stripping, and all rational thought fled from Dane’s brain. He quickly shrugged his own shorts off, and Colin clambered back onto his lap, this time with an endless expanse of bare skin available to Dane’s touch.

Fox loomed behind Colin, pushing him forward, pressing him closer into Dane. “Why don’t you shut Mr. Chatty up with that beautiful mouth of yours, slayer. I’ll open you up for him.”

Colin’s lips lowered to his, and Dane took what was offered, licking into his mouth while Fox busied himself behind them. Dane could tell by the harsh whines and frantic push of Colin’s hips that Fox wasn’t taking his time opening him the way Dane had, but Dane was grateful for the rush. A feverish, urgent need was thrumming through his veins.

He needed inside Colin, needed it more than anything.

But Colin distracted him well enough with his eager, searching mouth, and Dane didn’t know how long it had been when there was a soft slap of Fox’s hand on Colin’s skin. “He’s ready for you.”

Had he just smacked Colin’s ass? Were they allowed to do that?

It didn’t matter, not if Colin was ready to be filled. Dane gripped his aching cock at the base, watching, enraptured, as Colin lowered himself onto it.Fuck. He groaned. It was heaven. It was torture. He was so fucking tight—tighter than the last time Dane had filled him. Last time he’d been sleepy and relaxed. Now he was all worked up, his cheeks flushed, his eyes—

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