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Colin hummed noncommittally. He didn’t think Jay would be leaving until he’d satisfied himself that Colin was stable and secure. “They’ll head back soon enough,” he told them vaguely. “But I think I want to be a snowbird.”

Dane’s fingers paused in their absent-minded patterns. “A snowbird?”

Colin tugged at his wrist, encouraging him to keep petting. “Yeah. I’m not ready to leave Tucson completely—I want more time with my dad. But I was thinking of spending summers in Hyde Park. Splitting my time, you know?”

Just a few weeks ago, he might have been afraid to suggest it. Afraid it would be too much, to ask Fox and Dane to disrupt their lives for him. But it was different now. For once, Colin didn’t feel stuck, or lost, or confused about his own life. He could see their future together, the three of them, clear as day, and it was a future that didn’t have any room for doubt.

So he wasn’t surprised when Fox only said, his voice mild, “I guess we need to look at properties in Hyde Park, then.”

“What else do you need from us?” Dane asked, brushing his fingers along Colin’s side. Good man.

“I’ll need to eat soon, I guess,” Colin said, pressing into his touch. “And I want you to fuck me again right after.” His body was already tingling, eager for another chance to be connected to its mates. “After that…just be with me. Nothing else.”

He couldn’t ask for anything more. For once, he didn’t want to.

They were enough.

Epilogue

Fox

“Fuck.Fuck.F-Ffuck.”

Fox smirked, driving his hips up even deeper, not letting his rhythm falter for even a second.

He wasn’t always so vocal, their lamb, but Fox had him pressed up against the wall at the perfect angle, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust, and Colin had started mindlessly babbling ages ago.

Of course, Colin’s version of mindless babbling was just the wordfuckover and over.

Fox bit at his ear, tugging the lobe with blunt teeth. “You like that, baby? Am I filling this needy hole just right?”

“Fuck.”

“Hurry it up.” Fox looked to the side to see Dane had come into the room at some point, and he was frowning at Fox. “They’re gonna be here any second.”

But that didn’t stop him from walking over and taking Colin’s mouth in a filthy kiss, drinking in his muffled cursing like it was his own special blend of ambrosia.

Fox let up for just a moment, stroking the soft skin of Colin’s hip when he whined in protest. “You’re only saying that because you already had him this morning,” he accused before moving his hips again.

“Mm.” Dane kept right on kissing Colin, their faces pressed against the wall, and judging from the keening Colin’s swearing had turned into, and the slick sounds of wet flesh, he was working Colin’s cock with his hand.

Fine. Fox sped up his pace, giving in to the flames of arousal licking up his spine, finishing just after Colin groaned, presumably releasing into Dane’s waiting hand.

As soon as he withdrew his spent cock, Colin twisted in his hold and glared at him. “Jerk. You told me you just wanted to sneak a kiss before the guests arrived.”

It was Jay who’d suggested a housewarming party to celebrate their new Hyde Park digs. Fox had been about to tell him to fuck off, but Colin had looked so quietly pleased at the idea he’d had to hold his tongue.

Fox smirked, smoothing the frown lines off Colin’s forehead with his thumb. “Is that what I said?”

He didn’t bother mentioning that it was Colin who’d started grabbing at his dick, growling at him to get his pants off before he ripped them into shreds. The devil in him was an insatiable little thing once it got all riled up, even if Colin liked to pretend Fox and Dane were the worst offenders.

“Don’t forget, it’s your turn to hunt tonight,” Fox told him, tucking himself back into his shorts.

“Yeah, yeah.” Colin waved a dismissive hand, wandering into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Fox felt positively used. It was delicious.

He hadn’t thought they’d have to remind him to eat as a vampire, but Colin was enamored with every aspect of vampirismexceptthe blood drinking, which he seemed to only tolerate. He reveled in stretching the sleeplessness as long as he could, sometimes getting lost in drawing for an entire night without breaks, just because he could. (He was making a new comic for Riley, one Fox and Dane were hoping he’d one day share with the world.) He would have them bring him to the open desert so they could race against him, laughing gleefully every time he won. They may have been stronger, but he was faster.

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