Colin Bonus Epilogue
Colin
Colin threw his keys onto the counter, making his way into the living room of their Hyde Park home in search of his mates.
He found them there, Dane half-reclined on top of Fox, his head resting on Fox’s shoulder with Fox’s arm around him.
Colin’s heart swelled at the sight. This was a newer trend, and one unbelievably precious to him.
As their bond had stabilized, as the three of them spent more time together, the twins had become increasingly physically affectionate with each other.
It was like Dane had slowly let go of the last of his shame, his reservations, and now allowed himself the comfort he’d been so afraid of for so long.
Colin loved it—he could feel, through the bond the three of them shared, how it soothed their devils, to be in close contact like that. Just because it was a platonic bond didn’t mean they didn’t crave a cuddle now and again.
Not that it kept them from manhandling Colin every chance they got.
Case in point, Colin thought as Fox’s arm darted out to nab his wrist, tugging him until he fell bodily on top of them both.
“Hey,” he grumbled in protest, more out of habit than anything else.
Dane’s arm snaked around his waist, tugging Colin back against him. He patted Colin idly, his eyes on the TV.
Good thing they’d invested in another gargantuan couch.
“How’s your other boyfriend?” Fox asked, tugging at a lock of Colin’s hair.
Colin swatted at his hand. “Jay’s fine. He was just showing me the ropes.”
Colin had decided not to go back to DBC.
Instead, he was going to help out at Jay’s animal shelter during the summers they’d be spending in Hyde Park.
Animals were better than people anyway, and it would give him more time to work on his comics for Reilly—the one comic had quickly turned into a series, one Colin was going to publish at some point, if he could work up the courage.
But with the way Fox and Dane were hyping him up all the time, it was probably a matter of when, not if.
Colin glanced at the TV. “What are you two watching?”
“The 39 Steps,” Dane answered, still seemingly mesmerized by what was on-screen. “Hitchcock.”
“Scary?”
“No. Suspenseful.”
“Mm,” Colin hummed. It was clearly suspenseful enough to have Dane’s full attention. “Can we go running in the forest tonight? When this is over?”
He didn’t think he’d ever tire of the feeling of racing at full vamp speed. The energy he had now was like nothing else he’d experienced in his life. It was intoxicating, especially with his mates beside him, their devils in sync as they bounded through the trees.
“Tonight?” Fox asked—more of a whine, really—pulling Colin higher on the couch so he was more equally dispersed between them, Colin’s torso on his lap. “But we’re so cozy here.”
“We can be cozy after.”
“Or we could just”—Fox’s arm came around Colin’s chest, his thumb oh so casually brushing Colin’s nipple—“keep being cozy.”
Typical homebody Fox. Colin tilted his head back to peer up at him. “If you go running with me—no, if you catch me, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
Fox leered down at him. “Oh, little lamb, we do whatever we want with you, anyway.”
“And if I prepped myself beforehand?”
There was a pause while Fox processed that, his mouth slackening slightly. He cleared his throat. “Slayer, correct me if I’m wrong, but are you offering to let us fuck you into the dirt?”
“Whoever catches me gets to,” Colin corrected, turning back to the TV screen.
There was another pause, and Colin could sense the twins looking at each other, wordlessly communicating in that way they liked to do sometimes.
Dane had been silent so far, but Colin could feel his growing erection pressing against his backside.
He knew Fox wasn’t the only one interested in his proposition.
Colin wasn’t above playing a little dirty to speed things along.
He pushed his body back against Dane’s, wiggling just the slightest bit against that telltale bulge. “What’s the holdup? You don’t want to fuck me?”
There was a softly muttered “Jesus” from Dane behind him.
Colin grinned to himself.
Gotcha.
Fox’s thumb started rubbing its circles again, coaxing Colin’s nipple into a hard peak. “You want to play, little lamb? We’ll play.”
“Perfect.” Colin hopped up from the couch, too fast for Fox, who—predictably—tried to pull him back down again, and headed toward the stairs. “I’m gonna shower and…well, you know.”
He looked back to see them both staring at him hungrily. Poor babies.
They’d just have to wait, wouldn’t they?
Even with summer fast approaching, the night air had a nice, crisp edge to it.
Colin breathed in deep, loving the familiar, earthy smell of the forest. His devil was itching inside him, eager to run, to stretch their legs, to push their abilities as far as they could go.
God, he loved being a vampire.
“So what are the rules here?” Dane asked beside him.
“No rules. You catch me, you can take me.”
At Dane’s raised eyebrow, Colin gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll always tell you if I don’t want anything.” He leaned in and offered him a quick kiss, just for being so sweet, ignoring Fox’s grumble about starting things early.
“Are we giving you a ten-second head start or something?” Fox asked once Colin had leaned back from Dane.
“No head start. Just…go!” Colin took off with the last word, cackling as he left them behind in the dust. He was fast as a vampire—faster than those two lugs, at least—and it felt fucking amazing.
The wind rustling past, the blur of the trees, the way his feet moved so fast they hardly made a sound.
Had the twins really wanted to skip this tonight?
He could hear them coming up behind him, not quite as light on their feet as he was. He kept running straight, confident they wouldn’t catch up just yet. The sound of their pursuit changed, and then—there, at his left.
He turned on a pin, darting to the right. He wasn’t going to be caught so easily. If he kept in this direction, he’d bet he could make it to the lake before they even came close. He’d get there in a few minutes, turn east toward—
Oomph.
Colin hit the dirt hard, eyes closing on impact, as two broad bodies barreled into him at the same time.
What the fuck?
“Have you two been holding back on me this whole time?”
He opened his eyes to find Fox looming over him with an exaggerated leer on his face.
“No, baby. You just gave us an awfully good incentive to up our game.”
“Oh. Damn.” Colin smiled to himself as his jeans were ripped off. Who knew these two still had surprises left in them? “You both caught me,” he pointed out, lifting his hips as Fox removed his underwear. “Did you plan it that way?”
Fox’s answering grin was wolfish. “Of course. Share and share alike, that’s our motto.”
A new, tingling awareness ran through Colin as his shirt went the way of his jeans. His devil was practically dancing inside him with anticipation. It liked this prospect just as much as a night run.
His devil was a slut for its mates.
Fox tapped Colin’s hip. “Hands and knees, little lamb. Dane needs your mouth, doesn’t he?”
Fully nude now, Colin got on all fours, his hardening cock hanging heavy between his legs. Luckily, no one came into this part of the forest at night, or he’d be giving some poor Hyde Park citizen an eyeful. He looked up at Dane through his lashes. “Do you?” he asked. “Need me?”
“Always, baby.” Dane’s voice came out a little raspy, and his eyes were hot and heavy-lidded. That little bit of a hunt had turned him on; Colin could feel it.
Good thing he’d prepped so thoroughly.
He was even more grateful for it when he felt the slick head of Fox’s cock at his entrance already. No fingers to ease the way this time—Colin had known there wouldn’t be. He was surprised at the slickness though. He turned his head to look back at Fox. “Did you bring lube in your pocket?”
Fox didn’t even meet his eye, his entire concentration centered on Colin’s entrance. “Hush,” he scolded, tapping his cockhead against Colin’s hole. “Put that mouth to use.”
Colin turned back to Dane, but before he could do anything, Fox was pushing in with one smooth thrust, groaning his pleasure.
Colin gasped. Oh fuck, that was a lot of dick.
“How does he feel?” Dane asked softly, his thumb brushing Colin’s cheek.
“Like a naughty little vampire who’s already opened himself up for us,” Fox answered, his voice strangled. “Still fucking tight though.” He leaned over Colin’s back, whispering in Colin’s ear, “Your fingers are too slender, baby. You need us to do it properly, don’t you?”
Colin would have to disagree, but he was too busy panting to say so. God, the way Fox was filling him was perfect—not painful, exactly, but…intense.
Overwhelming.
He felt something at his lips then. Colin had closed his eyes without realizing it, and he opened them now to find Dane had freed himself and was rubbing his already hard cock against Colin’s mouth.
Colin darted his tongue out to taste the slightly bitter precum.
Fox swatted Colin’s hip lightly as he pulled out and thrust in again, the force of which had Colin grunting. “Open up, baby. Dane’s fucking desperate for it.”
Well, he had promised himself to whoever caught him.
Colin opened his mouth, and Dane pressed in with a haggard groan.
Maybe Fox had been right—maybe he was desperate.
Colin sucked hard, finding himself eager for it.
He loved his mate’s taste, the weight of him on his tongue.
He loved the way Dane always let him set the pace when it came to giving head, let him lick and suck however he wanted to, never tried to choke him on his dick.
He was such a good boy that way, wasn’t he?
But Colin wanted him deep tonight.
He couldn’t help it. Naked and kneeling on the forest floor, he was feeling fucking hungry and debauched and…primal.
He wanted to be filled at both ends, wanted his mates to take him over.
He pushed himself forward, sucking as much of Dane’s cock in as he could, basking in Fox’s approving murmur. “There you go, slayer. Give him his reward, hm? We caught you fair and square.”
Fair and square, Colin’s ass. The two of them had herded him like goddamn velociraptors. Faking him out on the left so he’d run straight into their clutches.
But that was fine.
Colin had always intended to be caught.
He gave in to it now, the feel of them both. The way Fox was stretching his insides and Dane was stretching his mouth. Their grunts and groans and filthy mutterings. He closed his eyes and let himself be—just for the moment—pure animal, dirty and desperate. No thoughts, just sensation.
Fox changed his angle, hitting that electric bundle of nerves, and Colin moaned, the sound muffled by Dane’s cock.
Spit dripped down his chin and into the dirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Dane’s hand landed on the front of his neck, squeezing lightly in approval. “God, you feel fucking amazing, baby.”
“Doesn’t he though?” Fox purred.
Colin clenched his inner muscles, and Fox cursed, the heavy weight of his body settling fully over Colin’s back.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” He picked up his pace then, pounding furiously into Colin, the force of it pushing Dane’s cock even deeper down Colin’s throat, his punched-out groans coming out garbled and choked.
His head began to go fuzzy in that perfect way, the way only the two of them had ever been able to give him.
Dane came first, shooting down Colin’s throat almost without warning, and Colin barely had time to swallow before Dane withdrew from his mouth, propping Colin up against his body, his hand working Colin’s cock furiously.
Colin gasped for air. It was almost too much—the pressure of Dane’s hand combined with the force of Fox’s thrusts, the new angle as Dane held his upper body off the ground. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
“Make him come,” Fox ordered Dane, his breath hot in Colin’s ear. “I want to see him dripping on the dirt.”
It wouldn’t be long. Tension was building low in Colin’s spine, and he barely felt in control of his own limbs as it was. When that tension released, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, Colin bit down with rapidly lengthening teeth into Dane’s pec, sucking down whatever copper he could get.
“Fuck,” Dane groaned, his hand still gripping Colin’s softening cock. Colin whimpered at the too-much sensation.
Fox half laughed, half groaned. “Is he drinking you?”
“What do you think?”
“Our vicious lamb,” Fox crooned.
He was way too smug, the bastard. Colin clenched down again, his breath coming in pants as he released his teeth from Dane’s skin, and Fox’s rhythm stuttered, his hand gripping Colin’s hip hard as he came.
He stayed bent over Colin as he caught his breath, his body heavy and perfect. “Devious,” he accused when he finally slipped his cock out of Colin’s well-used hole. Colin hummed his agreement, too spent to attempt any sort of speech.
Fox tugged him down on the ground with him, Dane following suit and resting his head against Colin’s bare stomach.
“I’m gonna need a shower after this,” Colin murmured when he could finally form words.
“Together?” Fox asked, the hopefulness in his voice unbearably charming.
“Together,” Colin agreed. How could he not? They’d given him exactly what he’d wanted tonight. They always did, his two mates. Since the day he’d met them, whether he’d realized it or not. “Always together,” he murmured.
Their hands tightened around him, his mates recognizing the words for what they were.
A promise.
Always together, the three of them. Forever. Colin smiled to himself as he stretched in the dirt.
Who could ask for anything more?