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? Tothismusic?
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?”
