Page 30 of Bound in Blood
Maybe he could convince Marco to sleep in here as well. The final missing puzzle piece to perfection. It wouldn’t be weird, he didn’t think. If the brothers didn’t mind sharing one-night stands, surely they wouldn’t mind sharing a bed if Logan were in between them. Though, neither of them had actually taken off any clothes before Marco had drained Logan’s blood. Maybe it was a lie, that they were comfortable sharing. Or that they were comfortable sharing meals, but not actually fucking the same person. But Logan was mated to both of them, wasn’t he? How exactly would that work?
“You’re thinking too loud,tesoro,” A rough, sleepy voice next to him mumbled against Logan’s hair.
Logan’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. He’d forgotten about the bond. Well, not the mate thing, but the ‘no more private feelings’ thing. He wondered if Marco could feel his feelings through the wall that separated them.
Mateo still hadn’t moved. Not really. There was literally no way to tell that he was awake. His fingers were still curled into Logan’s back, his eyes still closed. But Logan was more… aware of him now. Aware of that undercurrent of‘pleased’that buzzed unfamiliarly under his own skin.
Logan swallowed. Of course, now that he knew Mateo was awake, his instincts wanted him to bolt. But then, Mateo made this… small, sleepy noise. A quiet hum, that with no words said ‘I’m happy you’re still here.’
Logan stayed put.
Mateo’s arm tightened ever so slightly around Logan, burying his face a little deeper into Logan’s hair. “Do you want me to answer your question? Or should we pretend I didn’t understand it?”
He was genuinely asking, Logan realized. Like if Logan told him to drop it, he would never mention it again. Logan thought, for a moment, not sure how he wanted to respond. Mateo filled the time by drawing circles along Logan’s lower back with his thumb.
Well, he was curious, wasn’t he? Was he supposed to be like some child of divorce, bounced back and forth between either of his mates? Because he couldn’t imagine a world where he slept with Mateo every night. Not without Marco. And how would… how would sex work? Logan’s face burned at the thought. He hadn’t considered it a possibility before. Not because he never wanted to touch them again, but because he hadn’t really had time to think about it. But, of course, he wanted them. Didn’t he?
“Logan,” Mateo murmured, strong and steady against his temple, “It’s okay. Don’t overthink. I promise, we’re not that complicated.”
“I am not overthinking,” Logan muttered, though not even he believed himself.
Mateo huffed a soft laugh. “Tesoro,you’re the definition of overthinking. Your thoughts are so loud I can feel them through the bond. It’s okay, I promise.” He grinned down at Logan. He could feel the curve of Mateo’s lips pressed against his temple. “Marco wasn’t supposed to bite you when he did. Usually, we play with our food a little bit more. I’d barely gotten to taste you when things started to go wrong.”
Logan tried not to think too hard about the fact that Mateo definitely didn’t mean Logan’s blood, but once the thought was in his head, it didn’t want to go away. His faceburned,and he was quickly becoming all too aware that Mateo was nearly naked underneath the sheets.
“We don’t mind sharing, Logan. If you were ever comfortable with… taking things a bit further than teasing. We prefer it, actually. It makes things so much easier.”
Preferred it?Outside of the context of feeding, how was it easier for them to share a romantic partner? Was there jealousy involved? Would Logan have to worry about?—
The door to Mateo’s bedroom creaked open, putting a pause on Logan’s thoughts. He looked up, half-startled, ready to bolt, but Mateo didn’t even flinch.
“Are you two going to sleep all night?” Marco asked, voice low and amused, cutting through the darkness.
Logan twisted slightly, trying to look over at the door, but Mateo held firm, “We might. Why? Did you have plans?”
Logan heard Marco shut the door, the sound of his bare feet padding toward the bed, before he sat down on the opposite side of the bed to his brother. “Not tonight. Well, other than showing Logan around the house.”
Right. He still hadn’t done that. “In a few minutes,” Logan mumbled, nuzzling deeper into Mateo’s chest.
Mateo didn’t tease him for it, though. And Marco seemed in no rush. Instead, he settled himself onto the bed, his hand reaching up to toy with the curls at the crown of Logan’s head. Logan stiffened at first, but relaxed within seconds. He’d never had one person dote on him, never mind two.
“Poor little fledgling.” Mateotskedquietly, “He’s not used to all of this, Marco. He has no idea how much more we could do for him.”
The fact that they were all together, in a bed, with no life-threatening danger to distract them, hit Logan like a semi truck. All the desire from when they had walked him home, the intoxicating pleasure of being surrounded by the two of them. Mateo’s lips on him in the elevator. Marco holding him down on the couch…
“Fuck,Logan,” Mateo groaned, and Logan couldfeelhis and Marco’s immediate reaction through the bond. Feeling horny allon your own is one thing, but feeling two other people’s desire forspecificallyyou… God, there was nothing like it.
Marco’s fingers tightened slightly in Logan’s hair, tugging his head back and exposing his throat. Logan moaned, a quiet, involuntary sound, as Mateo began nipping at his jaw with blunt teeth.
“You still haven’t tasted him,Teo.” Marco pointed out, his voice a harsh whisper against Logan’s ear, “It’ll only be better now that he belongs to us.”
Logan’s brain short-circuited.
Mateo’s mouth was so hot against his skin as he trailed lower. From jaw to chin to the hollow of his throat. He nibbled with blunt teeth, just enough to sting. The bond was too much, a flood of heat and want and hunger pressing in from both sides, wrapping Logan’s body in something he couldn’t explain but needed more of.
Marco’s fingers tightened in Logan’s hair, holding his head steady. He couldn’t move an inch, completely at the mercy of the two of them, andfuckhe couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in this moment. Mateo groaned, a low, wrecked sound against Logan’s throat, and it felt like he had been struck with lightning.
“Still so sensitive,” Mateo murmured against his throat. “Just wait until we actually touch you,tesoro.”
