Page 39 of Bloodline Unbound

I didn’t say out loud that I didn’t want Seth to learn how horror movies affected Logan. We always ended up messing around when we watched them because she was just too fucking turned on being terrified. She wasn’t calling veto, so hopefully she could keep it together until the end of the movie.

Seth took over the grill again while Logan and I stood in the slim bits of sunlight that made it onto the porch. I slipped into my small form so I could lay in a sunbeam and toast myself. Logan gathered my clothes up and set them inside to avoid any spiders climbing up my ass later.

It was more peaceful than it had any right to be. Logan sat next to me, absently stroking my fur while she and Seth argued about the finer points of the horror genre and its evolution. I fell asleep at some point and woke to Logan scooping me up.

“Dinner’s ready, sleepyhead.” She kissed my head and carted me inside.

I only bothered pulling on pants after changing back to human form and before sitting down at the little kitchen table. The food tasted so fucking good I had to stop myself from tearing into it like my panther form would have preferred. I could have probably scarfed down at least three steaks, but I made do with filling up on baked potatoes since that was a hell of a lot less expensive.

By the time we’d finished eating, Logan was looking sleepy from stuffing her face on these glorious potatoes. I was so full I thought I might burst, and Seth didn’t look to be in a much better state.

“Caden, you have to roll me to bed tonight.” Logan patted her food baby.

“I’ll start with carrying you to the couch for the movie.”

She groaned as I picked her up. “Too full. I’m gonna die.”

“You’ll digest, Lo,” Seth said, gathering the dishes to set them in the sink.

I was a little surprised that he filled up the sink and started washing them without prompting or complaining. I got Logan situated with a blanket and went to dry the few dishes we’d used and tucked them away. She was fussing with the remote and getting everything set up for the movie.

When all three of us were on the couch, Logan stretched out, her head in my lap and her feet across Seth’s. His eyebrows had risen up his forehead at the casual sprawling, but he didn’t make a peep. He stared at me, his hands hovering awkwardly over her calves, and when I nodded, he gently lowered his hands and let them rest on her.

She did pretty well through the first bit of the movie, but once the jumpscares started, she had her eyes poking over the top of her blanket. She buried her face against me as one of the ghosts flickered across the screen.

Seth laughed and patted her leg. “Don’t worry. We won’t let you get eaten by ghosts.”

Logan shivered, her scent spiking deliciously as another jumpscare jolted her. I breathed her in, the sweet, intoxicating hint of her arousal like lightning straight to my groin. She squirmed, her legs gliding over Seth’s lap. His knuckles turned white as he gripped her calf.

I should have told her to trade spots with me, to pause the movie and come to bed, but I didn’t do either. Instead I slipped my hand beneath the blanket and teased the tempting line where her shirt had ridden up. She bit her lip, smothering a gasp at the contact, and Seth slid a questioning glance toward me. I didn’t stop like I normally would have. In almost a dreamlike state, I trailed my fingers back up the side of her, and when she tipped her face up to look at me, I laid my hand over her throat.The little squeak of surprise, the potent spike of her scent, both combined like a hit of cocaine.

Fuck.

I should stop.

My brother was sitting two feet away. He could smell her as well as I could. He knew what was going on in her body.

His fingers flexed against her calf and she groaned. I watched him move up her leg in the tiniest increments, curving over her knee to hold a solid handful of thigh. Logan was shaking, her own fingers holding on to my jeans for dear life. Neither of us made any move to tell him to stop touching her. She gazed up at me with sweet, pleading eyes, deep as the ocean and filled with a longing she wasn’t putting into words.

I stroked my thumb over her cheek, over her soft bottom lip. Her tongue darted out to lick the tip and I hooked it into her mouth. She let out another perfect gasp of surprise and curled her tongue around my invading digit. My other hand came up to play with her hair.

She was so perfect. Sweet and yielding to every pleasure I could give her, every pleasure she could ask for.

Logan rolled from her side and onto her back. Her gaze locked on me, and Seth’s fingers grazed the inside of her thigh with the change of position. He was absolutely silent, his breathing forcibly smooth and level, despite the pounding of his heart that was so loud to me I could hear it where I sat.

The movie blurred out of my attention, and all that remained was the heat in Logan’s gaze. I slipped my hand back to her throat and she tipped her head to give me a better grip. Seth sucked in a sharp breath at that. I had the massively inappropriate thought that I could turn and pull her into my lap, peel off every item and clothing and spread her open so Seth could see everything but touch nothing. The compulsion burned deep and it took every ounce of fortitude to not do just that.

Part of me was curious if Logan would object to any part of that fantasy. She’d stop anything I started if she wasn’t enjoying herself. I trusted her fully to know and understand her limits, and it was easy enough for me to pick up on her being genuinely uncomfortable.

I trailed my fingertips down, letting the maddening compulsion guide me. I slipped right into the neck of her shirt and under the cup of her bra. Her eyes were so wide, her pupils flared as she made a sweet, helpless sound. I didn’t look up just yet, focusing on the tease and tweak of her nipple until she lost control of her squirming.

“Caden?” she gasped out my name and her eyes lit with confusion, but she still arched into my hand and moaned.

I spared a glance to Seth and he looked surprisingly similar to Logan with his pupils dilated, a rush of confusion and desire painting his features. I focused back on Logan. It was so easy to ruin her. I kept up exactly what I was doing, moving slowly and methodically, knowing every tweak pulled her closer to the edge. I could yank her over that edge in a couple of heartbeats if I put my mouth on her right now, but this was more fun.

We’d never played while having someone watch. We’d talked about it. Between the movie and Seth being right there, she was as keyed up as if I’d already taken her apart.

Logan gave a telltale whimper. Her body twitched and squirmed, and I continued teasing her exactly as I had been. She arched up, muscles tensing, a pitiful little cry falling from her lips.

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