“And Rake,” Kit provided.
The knock on the front door took Quin by surprise. They’d sounded further away still.
“Deej! Someone might have seen you disappear!” Rake hissed. Ah. That explained it.
Kit tottered into the hallway like he’d forgotten how to put one foot in front of the other. Quin followed and propped himself in the doorway between the hall and the open-plan kitchen and living room.
Kit paused at the front door and glanced backwards. Quin gave him an encouraging thumbs up, to which Kit responded with an exasperated look.
“Go on,” Quin mouthed.
Kit turned back to the door and opened it.
“Kitty boy!”
“What the fuck have I told you about calling me that?”
A big, broad man with dark skin and close-cropped black curls stepped through the entryway, arms thrown wide. “C’mere and give me a hug.”
“Since when did you think I became a hugger?” Kit shuffled backwards, out of reach of the vampire who Quin assumed to be DJ.
“I bet you give great hugs,” DJ said.
“Kit does,” Quin said.
DJ’s attention whipped to Quin, eyes trailing up and down his body overtly. “Well, hello, Daddy,” he purred. “I’m DJ.”
“Absolutely not,” Kit said, putting his hands on his hips and glaring up at DJ.
“Called it! Shaun, you owe me a blowjob,” DJ crowed, turning to his boyfriends as they trailed him into the house.
“I hate you,” Kit said. “Why did I invite you here? Leave.” He pointed at the door, but Quin grasped his hand and pulled him to his side instead.
“He’s just winding you up,” Quin said. “Nice to meet you, DJ.”
“Notthatnice, I hope,” Kit said, pouting.
“You’re gonna be insomuch trouble,” Shaun said to DJ. He was of a height with Kit, with messy ginger hair and pale skin. He looked more of a Scottish stereotype than Kit did, his pallor almost corpse-like.
DJ shrugged. “I had to.”
“No, you didn’t,” Kit said.
Rake—slimmer and a tad shorter than DJ, with warm, brown-hued skin—rubbed at his forehead above a pair of spectacularly thick, dark eyebrows. “Sweetheart, we talked about this.”
“Yeah,” DJ said. “And we both agreed that Kit was in dire need of a Daddy.”
“Is this normal?” Quin whispered to Kit.
He got a chorus of yeses in response, because of course being in a roomful of vampires meant nothing said was private.
Shaun held out a friendly hand to Quin. “Shaun. Good to meet you.” He jerked his head towards Rake. “And this is Rake. He doesn’t do the whole handshake thing. It’s not you, it’s him.”
“Quince Rheon, nice to meet you all,” Quin said, giving Shaun’s hand a shake and Rake a little wave.
Kit squeaked. Quin checked behind him in the kitchen to make sure that a mouse hadn’t snuck in before looking down at Kit, confused. “What?”
“Since when was your nameQuince?” Kit said, in such a high voice that Quin was surprised it didn’t break.
