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“Of course not.” Fox smirked, like he didn’t believe Colin for a second. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“And?” Colin asked, looking at him pointedly.

Fox grinned. “I love you. Of course I fucking do. I’ve loved you since the night you showed up on our porch, reeking of whiskey.”

Yeah, right. Colin wrinkled his nose. “You’vewantedme since then, maybe. That’s not the same thing.”

The smirk dropped from Fox’s face. He cupped Colin’s chin with one hand. “I wanted you, yes. But I could also tell how brave you were. How curious. How you were clearly going to live your life however you damn well pleased. And then…when you took us to see your dad. When I saw just how steady and solid your love can be, for those you think deserve it.” His thumb rubbed circles on Colin’s cheek. “I coveted it. For myself. For Dane.” His eyes darkened. “You were never getting away from us.”

Colin met his gaze head-on. “I never intended to.”

It was becoming strangely difficult to stay still. They were surrounding him, but they somehow weren’t close enough. He needed them on him. Or in him. Needed to kiss them. Or maybe fuck them.

Consumethem.

Yes, purred that new voice inside him. It liked that idea. Devouring them whole.

Fox was smirking again. “Look at him,” he said to Dane. “He’s trying to hide how desperate he is.” His fingers dug into Colin’s chin. “You’re freshly turned, slayer. You need our touch. The touch of your mates.”

Colin glared at him. “If you know, thendosomething about it.”

Fox dropped his hand and nodded to Dane, and then Dane was tugging Colin on top of him as he lay back on the bed. Colin wasted no time—he tugged at the hem of Dane’s tank, urging him to take it off. He needed bare skin, needed access to that solid, muscled chest.

When the shirt was off, he rubbed his chest against Dane’s, burying his face in Dane’s neck, nuzzling his nose into the skin there, like Dane always did with him. Fuck. That was better.

Or it almost was.

A shiver ran through Colin, and he could feel his face…changing. Like a mask coming off. He licked at his incisors. Sharp.

He had fangs.Fuck, yes.

He didn’t need anyone to tell him what to do with them. He bit in, groaning at the flood of hot, coppery blood. His cock filled rapidly, as if the blood he was swallowing was transferring straight there.

“Jesus,” Dane gasped, his arms tightening around Colin.

Fox laughed. “I knew he’d be vicious,” he crooned, sounding delighted by the fact.

He was next to them on the bed now. He better have been fucking naked, but Colin refused to unlatch his mouth to check.

He gulped greedily. It wasn’t a literal hunger; he knew that—Dane’s blood wasn’t filling his belly, not like he instinctively knew human blood would—but it was soothing something inside him, cooling some inner fever.

He felt his shorts getting tugged off, heavy hands on the backs of his thighs. Fox.

Was he going to open Colin up? Fuck him right there, on top of Dane?

But it wasn’t a finger Colin felt probing his hole, hot and slick. Was that Fox’s…tongue?

Colin lifted his head, peering behind him. There was Fox, between their legs, his face buried in Colin’s ass. He lifted his head and met Colin’s gaze, and Colin jerked as he bit the flesh of one cheek with blunt teeth. “You’re not the only one who’s hungry, little lamb.”

“I—I’ve never—”

Fox hushed him. “Why don’t you sink those new, shiny fangs of yours back into Dane. He’s fucking desperate for it.”

Dane’s hand landed on the back of his head, guiding him to the other side of his throat. Colin bit in, gasping as Fox took the opportunity to lick at him again, the slick heat of his tongue lighting up all Colin’s nerve endings.

He moaned around Dane’s flesh, and it wasn’t long before Fox was eating him with abandon, his tongue suddenly everywhere all at once: licking at Colin’s hole, laving the tender skin of cheeks.

When Fox put his mouth right at Colin’s center andsucked, Colin almost saw stars. Fuck, he’d never known he was so sensitive there. He started moving—he couldn’t help it—pressing his hard cock against Dane’s, biting into every bit of flesh he could find. Dane made muffled grunts of approval, and his hands were everywhere, encouraging Colin to move harder, to bitedeeper.

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