Page 101 of Bound in Blood
“You wear the same hoodie every day,” Mateo pointed out. “Give us five minutes to make you feel good before you have to get up,tesoro.”
Marco hummed in agreement, dragging his lips against Logan’s skin.
Mateo grinned, his fingers ghosting from Logan’s hip to his mid-thigh. “We’ll make it worth your while.”
Logan exhaled sharply as Mateo’s fingers began toying with the hem on the leg of his boxers, just as Marco slipped his own fingers under the waistband.Fuck,what were his plans again? Did it even matter?
“F-fine. Five minutes,” He half stated, half moaned, just as Marco’s fingers wrapped around Logan’s cock.
“Look how worked up you already are,” Mateo purred. “I doubt it’ll take that long.”
Logan opened his mouth to reply ‘I hate you’but Mateo silenced him with a heated kiss, and any thoughts of August or Christmas shopping flew out the window.
Logan was late.
Very,verylate.
By the time he had finally managed to extract himself from the tangle of limbs and actually get out of bed, he was pushing over half an hour behind schedule.
Mateo stretched, smug as ever, as Logan frantically pulled on his jeans. “Tell August we send our deepest regrets for making you late.”
Marco, fully unbothered, leaned lazily against the bedroom door frame, watching Logan fumble with the zipper and reach for his coat at the same time. “Or don’t. Those marks won’t heal for a while. He’ll probably know.” He reached out, sliding his fingertips over themultiplesplotchy red marks lining Logan’s neck. Logan’s vampire healing never seemed to kick in properly when it came to marks made by Marco and Mateo. He might have the physical representation of his lateness all night, which was incredibly fucking embarrassing.
“I hate both of you,” Logan groaned, shoving his Docs on his feet. To his credit, Marco knelt down to help tie the laces.
Mateo, however, just grinned at him from his spot on the bed, utterly unrepentant. “Just wait until you get home later.”
Marco stood, planting a quick kiss to Logan’s lips before cupping his face gently. “Be safe, okay? Text us if anything out of the ordinary happens.”
FinallyMateo stood, striding over to Logan, kissing him much more heatedly than Marco had. “Or if youwantsomething out of the ordinary to happen. Or if you just want to talk.” He rubbed a thumb over Logan’s cheek. “Because we’ll miss you, and we want to hear from you.”
“It’s just a couple of hours…” Logan mumbled, blushing furiously. He still hadn’t quite gotten used to being someone who was missed.
“Hours feel like days when you’re not around,” Mateo sighed, only a little over-dramatically. “But we’ll cope.”
“I love you,” Logan said, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Both of you.”
“We love you too. Go have fun with your friend.” Marco pressed one last kiss to Logan’s cheek before they both walked him down the stairs and to the door.
It was freezing outside, the sharp Boston air biting at his skin, but nowadays Logan barely felt the chill. Maybe a bit from the vampirism, but his body still felt warm from tangled limbs and teasing hands and whispered promises oflater.
He was late, and doomed to teasing from Alexei the second he got to his and August’s home for sure. But as Logan ducked into the Uber, he found himself not able to mind too much.
Because for the first time in his life, his old oneorhis new one, he wasexactlywhere he was meant to be.
End of Book One.
After
???
He watched from the shadows across the street from the bar as his entire grand plan unraveled.
He’d been standing outside for hours, but the cold hadn’t bothered him in decades, and it wasn’t planning to start now. There was blood drying on the collar of his coat—nothis.Human. Alluring. The scent curled in his nose like a promise.
It belonged to the man currently unconscious against the brick wall of the alley.
The vampire—notthe one he wanted to see—walked out of the bar with the feral clinging to him. Quiet. Controlled.Docile,even.
