Luc would wait for them to leave before he brought it up. He knew Jamie didn’t have the hots for those two ignorant assholes, so it had to be something else.
“What are you three supposed to be?” he asked instead.
Colin pointed to himself with his usual flat affect. “Black cat.” He pointed to the twins. “My junkyard dogs.”
Luc stared a moment longer, but no further explanation was forthcoming. “It’s a nonsense costume,” he pointed out.
Colin smirked, sipping at his beer. “It makes sense to me.”
Fox stepped closer to his mate, cutting off their conversation as he loomed over him, his voice veering into a whine. “Stop yapping with the enemy. I want to drink someone wasted, get my booze on.”
“He’s not the enemy,” Colin told him with an eye roll. “We’re in the same den.”
But he let himself be dragged off, the twins somehow leading him, despite the leashes he was holding.
Good riddance.
Luc wrapped an arm around Jamie’s chest, pulling his mate’s back to his front. He bit at his earlobe, watching the goose bumps break out on Jamie’s skin. “Want to tell me why you’re lusting after the twins?”
Jamie tilted his head back to look at him with wide-eyed innocence. “Who, me?” When Luc only growled, long and low, his expression sharpened into a wicked grin. “It’s not them. It’s the accessories.”
Luc took a moment to process that. Then he darted out a hand, catching the arm of a passing partygoer, one wearing a studded collar to go with whatever the scantily clad costume of his was supposed to be.
Luc laced compulsion into his voice. “The collar. Give it to me.”
He grabbed it from his mesmerized victim, shooing him off and affixing it to his own throat, arching a brow at Jamie, who’d whirled out of his arms for a better look.
Jamie smirked at him. “It doesn’t go with your costume.” But he hooked two fingers into it anyway, tugging Luc in for a filthy kiss. “So good to me, monster,” he crooned against Luc’s lips. “Giving me any little thing I ask for.”
He tasted like cigarettes and candy corn, and Luc couldn’t help swiping his tongue in for another sample. “Always.”
“Including a dance?” Jamie asked, endearingly hopeful.
“Of course, mon amour.” It wasn’t a hard ask. Luc likedthiskind of dancing, which mostly involved Jamie grinding his ass against Luc’s denim-clad dick over and over, letting Luc slide his hands greedily over his chest and waist, making a mess of all the dried blood they’d so painstakingly painted him with.
With each sway of his hips, Jamie led them closer to Colin, Fox, and Dane. Fox had evidently found someone inebriated to drink from, because he was noticeably looser, swaying to themusic as he pawed at Colin, kissing him messily while Dane held their mate up for him.
Jamie eyed them with exaggerated hunger. “I wouldn’t want to fuck the twins,” he mused, as if continuing their earlier discussion. “Colin, on the other hand…”
Luc gripped Jamie’s hips with painful force, even as he laughed softly in his ear. His mate was being ridiculously obvious. “I know what you’re doing, little menace.”
Jamie bit at his lower lip. “Appreciating my sweet friend?”
That wasn’t it at all. Jamie had a fondness for Colin, no doubt. Even some real appreciation for his old friend’s sex appeal, however mysterious that appeal might be to Luc.
But he had other motives for this little act. And frankly, it explained some of Jamie’s twitchy energy tonight, beyond his excitement for the holiday.
Luc’s flower wanted to play.
Luc’s cock jerked at the thought, and he ran his nose along Jamie’s throat, breathing in his ear, “You don’t have to wake the monster to fuck me. Just ask nicely, ma fleur.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Jamie moaned.
He didn’t ask at all, immediately dragging Luc to a back door he’d apparently been eyeing, kicking it open to a small side street, dark and dingy.
Luc had shelled out a small fortune for their expensive hotel, and Jamie still wanted to fuck him in some dim alleyway.
Ah, well.
