Page 92 of Bound in Blood
Oh, Marco wasn’t having that.
He snapped his hips up, hard, right as Logan was in the middle of a sentence. Logan’s breath hitched, words faltering into a gasping moan before he could swallow it down.
Marco smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
So, Logan wasn’t immune to him after all. Good to know.
He shot Marco a sharp glare, biting his lip hard enough to stifle any other sounds threatening to escape. Marco only smirked wider, dragging his hands up Logan’s thighs, as if to say ‘Go on, keep talking.’
Logan, to his credit, tried his best. “N-no. Sorry, I-I can be there soon,” he said, voice just slightly breathless, just barely betraying him. “Y-yeah. Give me a-ah!” Logan groaned as Marco bucked his hips upward again, “G-Give me an hour, okay?”
Marco hummed, feigning innocence as Logan glared down at him. His breath stuttered as Marco ground up into him one last time before Logan was frantically saying his goodbyes to whoever the fuck was so important he couldn’t have declined the call in the first place.
Hm.A mistake Logan will clearly never make again.
“Yes, mm-hm. See you soon.” Logan hit the end call button like it had personally offended him, tossing the phone onto the bed beside them like it had personally offended him.
Marco arched a brow. “Done?”
Logan glared down at him. “Fuck. You. That was myboss.”
Marco smiled sweetly, shifting beneath him. “That’s what you get for answering the phone while riding my cock,caro.”
Logan bristled, opening his mouth to retort, but Marco didn’t give him the chance. He grabbed Logan by the waist and flipped him onto his back, pressing him into the mattress with his full weight.
“Now…” Marco purred, lips grazing Logan’s ear as he settled between his thighs, “where were we?”
Logan swallowed, glare melting into somethingmuchhungrier within seconds.
Mm-hm.
That was what he thought.
The smell of blood hit Marco’s senses just before the bedroom door creaked open.
“Oh,come on,” Mateo groaned in mock-frustration as he stepped in the room, three blood bags in his hands, “I can’t leave you two alone forten minuteswithout—” He paused, taking in the wreckage that was Logan, sprawled boneless on the bed, still flushed and barely coherent. Mateo arched a brow. “Hm. Nice work,fratellino.”
Marco grinned, stretching lazily. “I do my best.”
Logan made a vague, half-hearted noise of protest that sounded a bit like‘fuck both of you,’but it wasn’t coherent enough to be sure.
Marco pressed a kiss to his shoulder, feeling a mix of amused and proud, “Shh,amore.Drink first, then you can insult us all you want.”
Mateo tossed a blood bag at Marco before settling in on the bed next to Logan, helping him into a sitting position before bringing one of the bags to his lips. Logan leaned into Mateo heavily as he struggled a bit to drop his fangs.
Mateo huffed an exasperated laugh. “Jesus, Logan, are you going to be okay?”
Logan blinked up at him, dazed but unimpressed. “Leave me alone,” he mumbled, dropping his fangs and latching onto the blood bag like he had something to prove.
Mateo laughed, ruffling his hair. “You show that bag who’s boss,piccolo.”
Marco rolled his eyes fondly, sinking his fangs into his own blood bag while Logan slowly regained his ability to function. It tasted… fine. Marco wondered if he’d ever be able to convince Logan to go out and drink from a live source. Blood tasted so much better warm.
By the time Logan had finished, he stretched, seemingsomewhatalive again. Marco took the empty bag from him and Mateo, standing up and discarding all three of them in the trash before sitting back down on the bed.
He nudged Logan lightly. “So?”
Logan blinked up at him, definitely more alive but not quite at 100 percent brain capacity yet. “So…what?”
