Page 84 of Bound in Blood
“Tesoro.”Mateo laughed, delighted. “We love you, too.”
Marco cupped Logan’s face, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. “We’ve loved you since like… twelve hours after we met you.”
“But what’s twelve hours amongst immortals?” Mateo grinned, kissing Logan’s cheek.
And Logan had never felt more loved in his life.
* My heart
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
LOGAN
The door had barely clicked shut before Mateo started shedding clothes in mild disgust, much to Marco and Logan’s amusement. “Next time someone dumps their entire beer on me, we are going to the nearest hotel to shower.”
He practically sprinted up the stairs, throwing clothes down as he went, heading for the shower. Marco quietly picked up after him, Logan trailing just behind, unable to contain his laughter. “To be fair, you instigated it!”
“All I said was if he didn’t want to witness PDA, he shouldn’t go out in public!” Mateo argued, doing a little hop as he yanked a sock off.
“Yeah, okay, but after that, when he told you there were kids present, you said ‘fuck those kids.’” Marco reminded him, picking up the sock like it had personally offended him, before tossing all of Mateo’s clothes in a hamper.
“He was mad abouthand holdingMarco! It’s not like I was tongue-fucking Logan’s mouth over fried Oreos.” He threw a scorching look over his shoulder at Logan, “But if Logan’s into that, I could?—”
“Go take your shower, Romeo.” Logan shoved his shoulder. “I’m notintojail time.”
Mateo rolled his eyes dramatically before backing into the bathroom, “There weren’t even any kids around, it was like eleven at night!”
“Shower,”Marco and Logan groaned at the same time. Mateo waved them off, closing the door almost all the way, before sticking his hand out and giving them the finger.
“You know, there are actual teenagers with better impulse control than him.” Marco sighed, shaking his head. “Every time I’m certain I’m the more anti-social one, Mateo has to remind me that it can get much worse.”
Logan smirked. “Yeah, but things wouldn’t be half as fun if he were boring.”
Marco hummed in thought, sitting down on the bed. The faint hum of running water was the only sound between them for a moment, before Marco nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. You should have known him before he got hold of his anger.”
Logan sat down next to him, body instinctively curling into his side. Marco’s arm came up around Logan’s. Logan looked up at him. “What made him finally start to calm down? He said the vampire stuff really fucked him up for a long time.”
Marco nodded again. “You’d have to ask him that. I know we share most everything now but it wasn’t always like that.” He scooted impossibly closer, his fingers under Logan’s chin, tilting it up just enough to make Logan look him in the eyes. “But do you really want to talk about all that tonight?”
Logan grinned. “What, you take me on one date and expect me to put out?” Logantsked,“Thought you were the more gentlemanly, brother.”
“Maybe it’s not very gentlemanly of me to say, but I barely got two seconds of my cock in your mouth last week and I would burn this city to the ground with no remorse if that’s what it took for you to finish what you started,” Marco’s voice was pitched low, sounding out each syllable, words pressing like a slow dragof heat against Logan’s skin. His eyes were dark, heavy with something dangerous. His pupils had swallowed up most of the gold in his eyes, like he might sink into ferality if Logan told him no.
Logan blinked up at him, all mock innocence, slightly tilting his head like he was considering his options. Like he didn’t know how this was going to end. How hewantedit to end.
“Burn the city down?” he mused, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip in pretend thought. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
Marco’s fingers under his chin tightened just slightly, not rough, but demanding. Like he knew the exact game Logan was playing, and he was prepared to end it quickly. “I would argue it’s not dramatic enough,amore mio.”
Logan huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking down to Marco’s mouth for a fraction of a second before looking back up. “Amore mio,hm? You’re so desperate for me to get on my knees for you that you’re upgrading my pet name?”
Marco let out a quiet hum, like he was humoring a child playing pretend. His grip on Logan’s chin tight enough now to remind Logan who was really in control here, whether Logan wanted to play games with him or not.
“You are my love, no?” he mused, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “What would you prefer I call you, hm?La mia puttanella?”
The words didn’t quite translate, but the filth got through to Logan just fine. He shivered. Like, a full body shiver, as he leaned in just a little closer, their noses almost touching. “What does that mean?”
