Page 50 of Bound in Blood
Mateo groaned, half from exasperation and half from the horny fledgling practically writhing over his lap. “I hate him. Return to sender.” But he didn’t make a move to shove Loganaway, and Marco was sure that with a little more teasing, Logan might realize he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
“You’re lying. I can feel it through the bond. But fine, I suppose we can be responsible for an hour or so.” He untangled his legs to give Mateo room to stand, before turning to Marco, smiling up at him. “You really fought to keep me?”
“Wasn’t much of a fight,” Marco said honestly. “I mean, there was a little fight when I was actually turning you, but after that…” He cradled Logan’s cheek in his. “If I’d have known you are so much better than good smelling blood and a pretty face, though, you might not have made it out of that bar a human, consequences be damned.”
Logan’s lips parted slightly, expression darkening just a little as he processed what Marco had said. Seriously, had nobody ever evenlikedLogan? What is wrong with Texas?
“We’ll be revisiting that later for sure,” Logan drawled, mischief returning to his eyes. “You can’t just say romantic shit like ‘God Logan you’re so hot and taste good’ when you’re trying to get meoutof bed.”
“Actually, I believe I said you’re hot and you taste good, but your personality is better than both of those things,” Marco corrected.
“I’m going to throw up. Get fucking dressed so we can get this over with,” Mateo sighed, pulling a t-shirt from the floor over his head. He paused, before leveling a heated stare at their mate. “But, Logan, when we no longer have stupid obligations, you’re going to put your money where your mouth is.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Logan said, rolling out of bed and onto the floor before standing to get dressed. Mateo threw him one of his own shirts, which he caught, slipping it over his head before going to his own room to look for pants. Marco sighed, throwing his legs over the side of the bed,shamelessly admiring Logan’s ass as he left the room, before standing to do the same.
As Marco made for the door, he stole a glance at Mateo, who was watching Logan with the same unashamed hunger Marco felt. Like being responsible and having time constraints was for people whose time would eventually run out.
“I think sex demons are traditionally called ‘incubus,’” Marco offered from the doorway. “Next time you’re looking to encourage him to make us late.”
Mateo groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Do you know how hard it is for me to be responsible? And where were you? Not helping.”
Marco smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Because I was fine with being late. I had his mouth on me for all of two seconds before that idiot interrupted. If it had been you, you’d have understood.”
He went to his room, grabbing a pair of navy-blue trousers and a button-down only a couple of shades lighter, dressing quickly and returning, somehow, at the same time as Logan. Mateo’s shirt was adorably a couple of sizes too big for him, so he’d tucked it into his white-washed jeans, which he’d cuffed to show off a pair of Doc Martens, that he was clearly very proud of. He looked very punk, despite the baby face, curly ginger hair, and freckled skin.
“Y’all ready?” he asked. “Uber will be here in five. I assumed we’re meeting at The Pyre?”
The name really was obvious, now that Marco thought about it.
“You look…” Mateo started.
“Hot, I know.” Logan flashed a grin, and Marco couldn’t help but notice his slightly longer canines.
“Mateo just likes that you’re wearing his clothes. Make sure you put on a jacket, though, so humans don’t look at you funny,” Marco noted, heading for the stairs.
“You sound like my mother,” Logan grumbled, but snatched a jacket on the way out the door anyway. Marco tried not to let it go to his head too much when the jacket Logan grabbed was one of his.
Marco hadn’tmeantto work Logan up in the car ride to the bar, but accidents happened, he supposed. He hadn’t had anything even close to a release indays,and Logan was like his own personal brand of catnip. Whenever he was near, like when his body was pressed up against Marco’s in the backseat of someone’s shitty Nissan Altima… Marco couldn’t help if he got alittlehandsy. Nothing that was going to get them arrested, but he made sure to tip the driver a couple of hundred in cash just to be safe.
But, God, what a perfect little plaything Logan had been. Within seconds, Marco and Mateo had him squirming, flushed, and barely able to keep himself quiet. They whispered straight filth into his ears, breath ghosting over either side of his neck, like they’d sink their teeth in if they could. Hands ghosted all over Logan’s body with practiced precision, and by the time they pulled up to the bar, Logan was awreck.
Marco could hear the unsteady rhythm of his unnecessary breath, see the way his fingers twitched like the second they stepped out of the car, Logan would be testing how easily his new strength would let him yank them into the nearest bathroom stall.Fuck,Marco wanted that.
But this was Logan’s place of employment, and there was a Romanov-era vampire in the booth nearest to the door watching their every move as soon as the three of them walked in. Maybe there would be no update, and this would all be very quick. Marco was banking on that.
Mateo noticed Alexei at the exact same time Marco did, if the heavy sigh he let out was any indicator. He ran a hand through his hair, grumbling under his breath, “God, just his face is a fucking mood killer.”
Logan snorted a laugh before snapping back into focus. Marco hadn’t expected the boy to bounce back so quickly. Maybe he and Mateo hadn’t been trying hard enough in the car. He would personally ensure they didn’t make that mistake again.
Alexei didn’t wave them over. Didn’t gesture. Hell, he didn’t even look up from his phone. But he knew they were there, if the smirk on his face was anything to go by. Like heknewwhat the three of them wanted to be doing, and that it was about as far away from whatever this was as possible.
Marco sighed.
Well, no use delaying the inevitable.
He tipped his head toward the booth, his hand pressing into the small of Logan’s back. As they approached, Mateo took the seat closest to the wall, pulling Logan in after him. Marco squeezed in on the other side of Logan, and if the lack of room in the Altima was bad, this might be unbearable. Marco was for sure going to be hard the entire time, but he wasn’t about to sit next toAlexei.
Alexei finally looked up from his phone, smirk deepening into something just shy of smug. Marco wanted to punch him, just a little.
