No More Clubs
Colin
Colin sighed heavily before sipping his drink, his head throbbing in time with the club’s music.
He knew he didn’t really have a headache—he hadn’t had one since turning—but club music was just so fucking awful it was enough to feel like he did. On top of that, his shirt was itchy—some annoying, long-sleeved black mesh thing Soren had insisted on.
Apparently that was the price of him and Gabe showing Colin, Fox, and Dane their hunting ground the next town over from Hyde Park: Soren getting to dress Colin.
“Not that you don’t have your own style,” Soren had told him while giving him an extremely thorough once-over. “It’s even halfway decent. But I have something better in mind.” He’d leaned in close to whisper, “Drive your mates wild.”
His “something better” had included tight-as-fuck jeans and the stupid mesh shirt, plus smudging black eyeliner on Colin’s lids and slicking his blue hair back from his face.
Colin didn’t know about the whole “driving his mates wild” part. Fox and Dane had greeted him with the same casual handsiness as ever. Even now, they seemed mostly focused on getting him to eat.
Fox currently had his arm slung around Colin’s shoulders, and Dane had a firm hand on Colin’s thigh, but they were both too busy scanning the club like hawks to focus on what Colin was wearing. They were clearly trying to find his next meal for him.
It wasn’t like Colin didn’t like hunting. It just wasn’t the most exciting part of being a vampire. Plus, hunting involved people, and people were boring. And yeah, Colin’s inner vamp got hungry, but with two mates to keep it entertained, human blood wasn’t even its highest priority.
Come to think of it, maybe Colin’s vamp was a little defective.
So yeah, he did need to eat. Nibbling on the twins didn’t “count” or whatever.
But he wasn’t a child. He nudged a shoulder first into Fox, then into Dane on the other side, getting both their attention. “Hey. Why don’t you two chill the fuck out? I can pick my own meal.”
“Then can you hurry up?” Fox griped, shoving his face into Colin’s neck. “The sooner you eat, the sooner we can get you on the dance floor.”
Colin leaned away to look at him askance. “Who’s going on the dance floor?”
They wanted him to dance? To this music?
Dane squeezed Colin’s thigh. “Your blond friend’s grinding pretty hard on his mate over there,” he pointed out.
It was true. Soren was basically having clothed sex with Gabe in the middle of the crowded room, every now and then pulling in some dazed “can’t believe my luck” guy to get a taste before pushing him away again and making out with his mate like he was dying and Gabe’s mouth was the only cure.
Colin shrugged. Or he tried to. Fox’s arm was keeping his shoulders in place. “Just because I let him dress me doesn’t mean he’s my new role model.”
“If only,” Fox muttered.
Jesus, they were getting dangerously close to pouty territory. The twins’ whole energy was off, actually. Colin had been sensing their tension through the bond the whole night, a weirdly antsy feeling. They must have been extra eager for him to eat.
“I thought you like that I’m a recluse,” he pointed out.
“We do,” Fox insisted, now rubbing his cheek against Colin’s shoulder. “It’s just you—”
Dane cleared his throat loudly, and Fox stopped mid-sentence, straightening in his seat with a huff.
“I what?” Colin asked, cocking his head.
“You need to eat, is what he’s trying to say,” Dane said evenly.
“Fine.”
Colin did a quick scan of the club and locked eyes on a tall, muscly dude with a buzz cut in the corner by himself. There, that was a good choice, right? More muscles, more blood flow. Or something. Colin wasn’t a fucking doctor, but it sounded right.
He brushed off the twins’ grabby hands and rose from their booth, stalking over to the corner and putting himself in the guy’s line of sight.
He was gratified when the dude’s eyes lit up with interest. That would make things easier—compulsion always went a bit smoother when the inclination was already there.
Maybe having Soren dress him hadn’t been the worst idea in the world.
“Hey,” Colin greeted, figuring simple was best. “I’m Colin.”
The dude leaned in close with a wide grin. “What’s up, Colin? I’m Allen.”
Colin was about to suggest they talk somewhere more private when a firm arm wrapped around his middle.
“Beat it, dickhead.”
Allen immediately walked away with the stilted movements of someone who’d just been compelled.
Colin whirled on Fox, who was smirking after the guy’s retreating form. “What the fuck? You said I needed to eat.”
Dane pressed in from the other side. “Not that one.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“He’s too good-looking,” Fox said, his tone suggesting that offense was on par with being an axe murderer.
“It’s not like I want to fuck him.”
“Yeah, but he definitely wanted to fuck you,” Dane pointed out.
Colin stared at him for a moment. Why had he expected Dane to be the voice of reason? He should know better. They were both idiots. “So what if he wanted to fuck me? It makes it easier to get him alone.”
“Yeah, but—” Fox cut himself off again when Dane shook his head.
Colin looked from one to the other. “What? What is going on with you two?”
Fox threw up his hands, ignoring Dane’s protest. “You look really fucking hot, okay? You always do, but tonight it’s ridiculous and there are a million and one assholes checking you out.”
That wasn’t what Colin had been expecting him to say. He tried to hang on to the shreds of his annoyance, but it was difficult. He bit at his lip. “You think I look ‘really fucking hot’?”
“Yeah,” Fox said with a sigh. “It’s like borderline unbearable. Can’t you feel how worked up you’ve got us?”
Colin assessed their bond, then shrugged. “You’re always horny, how am I supposed to know the difference? And you didn’t say anything when I came out with Soren.”
The twins shared a look. “We were worried if we made a big deal about it, you’d insist on changing,” Dane told him.
“Yeah, you’re contrary like that,” Fox said with affection, draping an arm back over Colin’s shoulder.
“Who should I feed on, then?” They were at a gay club; it wasn’t like any of Colin’s options were going to think he was approaching platonically. “I’m not changing locations. It’s too much of a hassle.”
Fox turned him about ninety degrees. “There’s a bachelorette party in that corner. They haven’t been drinking for too long yet. Go eat one of them.”
Colin started to head over, then hesitated. “You two know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
The smile Dane gave him was so sweet it was ridiculous. “We just don’t want some random creep rubbing his hard-on all over you.”
“Jesus.” But Colin didn’t exactly want some random creep’s hard-on all over him either, so he made his way over to the opposite corner of the bar, where a group of women were scattered on the couches, all wearing matching sashes.
The bride-to-be seemed eager to dance, but it felt a little rude to feed on the woman of the hour, so Colin asked one of the bridesmaids out to the floor instead.
From there, it was easy enough compelling and feeding discreetly with the flashing lights to hide them, especially with the added protection of the twins using their bodies as a shield. It was the same as always—delicious and filling, but not nearly as exciting as biting Fox or Dane.
Once Colin had enough, he sent her on her way, compelling her to drink a little more water than usual.
And then two familiar muscled bodies were pressed against him, Fox at his back and Dane at his front, sturdy and warm and perfect.
Colin wrapped his arms around Dane’s neck. The music was still crap, but his vamp was full and sated, happy to be pressed between their mates. Its contentment had him relaxing as well, giving in to the swaying motion the twins had started.
Still. Colin pushed his vamp forward one more time. He tugged Dane’s head down, and Dane stretched his neck obediently, letting Colin latch on. He bit in, moaning as the warm coppery fluid filled his mouth, covering up the taste of the stranger.
So. Fucking. Good.
It might have been weird that Colin always wanted to feed on his mates after a hunt, but Fox and Dane never seemed to mind.
Fox’s voice whispered in his ear from behind. “Can we get a hotel tonight?”
Colin ignored him for two more swallows before releasing his hold on Dane’s neck. ”Why?”
“It’ll be over an hour to get home,” Fox pointed out, sliding his hands under Colin’s shirt and up his chest, toying with his nipples. “And you never let us give you road head.”
“It’s dangerous for the other drivers,” Colin told him, not for the first time. He leaned his head back on Fox’s shoulder, sighing happily at the touch. “You’re kind of whiny tonight, did you know that?”
“You just look so sexy,” Fox insisted, his voice bordering on a whine, further proving Colin’s point. “It’s doing scary things to our brains.”
“And if I don’t want to fuck tonight?”
“Then will you rub my back while I watch porn?” Fox asked hopefully. “You and Dane can put on whatever stupid movie you want. I’ll watch it on my phone.”
Colin laughed in spite of himself. Fuck. He was in love with an idiot. Two idiots, he amended, seeing as how Dane was nodding along to all of Fox’s insanity, his hands firm on Colin’s hips.
But the truth was, he wasn’t unaffected himself. Especially with the taste of Dane’s blood in his mouth, and Fox touching him so nicely. His inner vamp was practically purring. Neither of them wanted to sit in a car for an hour, keeping their hands to themselves.
“A hotel, then,” he agreed.
The hotel the twins chose was unnecessarily fancy. As was the fact they’d chosen a full suite instead of a regular room.