Jaxon woke up groggy, blinking the drowsiness from his eyes as he tried to get his bearings.
It was dark and his body felt deliciously sore, the sensation bringing back memories from the night before… the marking…
The last thing he remembered was the mind-blowing pleasure that came with being marked by two people at the same time, he must have fainted after that. Honestly, he was surprised he was still alive.
Leon had his arms wrapped around him, cuddling him close, at least that hadn’t changed since when they were younger.
Darian just had a possessive grip around his thigh like he expected Leon to steal him in the night, he guessed that wouldn’t change too.
Slowly, he reached up a hand to his neck, wrapping his hand tenderly around it to feel for proof, a much tamer sensation than what he had felt when he was first given the bites shivered down his spine and he bit his lips to keep dangerous sounds in.