Page 49 of Bound in Blood
The man snuggled into his chest smelled like Marco’s own soap, like eucalyptus and mint. Right,Logan.He breathed in, the smell of him uninterrupted by the metallic scent of humanity. The feral part of Marco was practically purring. Logan washis.Well, Logan wastheirs,but whatever Marco had belonged to Mateo anyway. He couldn’t help the slow grin that spread across his face at the thought.
Marco blinked open his eyes, not quite ready to move yet. The more he got to know the boy he had accidentally turned, the more he needed to be near him. Logan, even sleeping, was magnetic. Marco’s fingers curled lightly around the other man’s hip, and possessive vampire genes caused by a mating bond or not, Marco would rather die than let Logan go.
He lay there, watching his mate breathe for he wasn’t sure how long, before Logan finally,finallybegan to stir. Marco, who knew subconsciously he did not need to breathe, found himself holding his breath until Logan’s eyes fluttered open, sleepy and unfocused.
“Hey.” Logan yawned, smiling sleepily up at Marco.
“Good morning,” Marco replied awkwardly. God, it had been decades since he’d been so nervous around a man. Though he’d never been irreversibly bound to anybody else he’d ever slept with, to be fair.
“S’not morning,” Logan mumbled, blinking slowly, like he could fall back asleep at any moment, “S’like… five in the evening.”
Marco huffed a quiet laugh, tracing circles over Logan’s hip with his thumb. “Sunrise, sunset, all the same thing.”
Logan looked back up at him, a hint of seriousness in his eyes as his brain woke up a bit more. “How often do we need to… eat? Drink? Feed? Whatever it’s called.”
“Twice a week or so, depending. I suppose it’s a bit like human eating, if you’re more active, you’ll need more.”
Logan hummed in acknowledgment, stretching slightly, his body shifting against where Mateo basically had him pinned.
“Keep grinding your ass into me like that and the next time you feed, you’ll be tied to this bed.” Mateo groaned. “Seriously, you are a professional tease.”
“Who, me?” Logan asked, voice dripping with mock innocence, shifting his hips again, pressing further into Mateo. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing,tesoro,” Mateo growled.
“To be fair, I always intend to finish what I start, but we keep getting interrupted.” Logan looked up at Marco. “But I don’t work Wednesdays, and we have nothing planned, right,Marco?” He batted his eyes like a cartoon character. Marco, unfortunately, found it incredibly adorable.
He smirked, tilting Logan’s chin up with two fingers, loving the way Logan was so reactive under his touch. “No plans that can’t be rearranged,” he said, his voice dipping a little lower.
Hehadmade some sort of plans the night before, hadn’t he, though? Oh well, it couldn’t be too important if he had already forgotten.
“As much as I hate being the responsible twin, if we make Alexei wait, he will announce to the entire vicinity why.” Mateo pointed out.Ah, fuck.That’s what it had been. A debrief with Alexei.
Marco sighed, flopping back against the pillow. He could feel Logan trying to follow him before being yanked back by Mateo.
“How many times can we possibly be cockblocked by the same guy?” Logan sighed.
“You have no idea,” Mateo and Marco both replied in unison. They’d known Alexei for eighty-ish years, and this had become a terrible habit of his. Marco, in the past, had treated it as a vague annoyance.
Typically, there was no shortage of men looking to fulfill some sort of fantasy by having a threesome with twins. It was a way to ensure all the attention was on themselves, and for Marco and Mateo to guarantee that they’d both feed. Practically symbiotic. In the past, if Alexei had some stupid task for them that prevented fucking one man, the twins would just find another.
But now, they just had Logan. Andfuck,if he couldn’t get inside Logan within the next couple of days, he might have to kill the Russian, rogue vampire be damned.
“So, I guess we have two options,” Logan said, wiggling free of Mateo’s grasp before lying flat on his back. “We could be responsible, get up, get dressed, whatever, whatever… or…we could pretend you forgot. Personally, my vote goes to forgetting.”
Mateo snorted, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at Logan. “Great idea. Until, of course, he breaks into our house and lectures us.”
“I could think of a couple of things we could do to keep him out of this room,” Logan offered, looking Mateo up and down. Marco was sure he hadn’t blushed in at least seventy years before Logan, and now the stolen blood in his body was making up for lost time.
“What the hell did you let into our house, Marco? He’s relentless!” Mateo groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically.
“Me?”Marco huffed indignantly “I seem to remember a certain someone stopping in themiddle of the streetto chase down his scent, which means this is your fault.”
Logan, while showing no outward symptoms of pride, seemed to inwardly preen through the bond. God, he was easy to please. Marco wanted to strangle everyone who had ever interacted with Logan before them.
Mateo put on a slightly deeper voice than his own, even though Marco wasn’t sure they sounded all that different, “‘He’s our responsibility, mio fratello, we need to take him home! We stole his humanity, how could we ever live with ourselves?’And the whole time, you have invited some sort of… sex demon into our house!”
Logan let out an exaggerated gasp, putting a hand over his heart. “Sex demon?This is the best compliment I’ve ever received.” He leaned into Mateo’s space, his legs tangling with the other man’s. “Say it again, slower this time.”
