Page 101 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

Cade watched for a moment, his eyes tracking every reaction, every gasp and shudder, before he moved to join them. His hands skimmed down my sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake, before settling on my hips. His thumbs traced the sharp jut of my hip bones, pressing just firmly enough to anchor me in place.

“We’ve been thinking about this,” Cade said, his voice a low rumble that I felt as much as heard. “About you. About all the ways we want to touch you, taste you.”

As if to emphasize his point, Logan broke our kiss to trail his lips down my chest. When he reached my nipple, he paused, his breath hot against the sensitive skin, making it tighten in anticipation. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my back arching to press closer.

“Sensitive here,” Logan observed, before closing his mouth around the hardened peak and sucking hard enough to make me cry out.

The sensation was electric, drawing a moan from my throat that I couldn’t have suppressed if I’d tried. Keir took advantage of my distraction to claim my mouth, his kiss deeper and more demanding than Logan’s had been. His tongue swept inside, tasting, exploring, while his hand came up to tease my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure-pain racing through me.

Cade’s hands, meanwhile, had moved lower, his fingers tracing the crease where my thigh met my hip, deliberately avoiding my cock which was now hard and aching for attention. The teasing was maddening, making me squirm beneath their combined attention.

“Please,” I gasped when Keir finally released my mouth, allowing me to breathe.

“Patience, little fox,” Cade murmured, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, so close yet so far from where I ached for him. “We’re just getting started.”

Logan’s mouth had moved to my other nipple, giving it the same attention, while his hand replaced his lips on the first, keeping the sensation going. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight calluses on his fingers created a contrast that had me arching into his touch, seeking more.

“Hold him,” Cade instructed, and Logan immediately moved to comply, his large hands capturing both my wrists and pinning them firmly above my head with one hand. His other hand returned to teasing my nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp pinches that had me gasping.

The position left me completely exposed, unable to do anything but feel as they worked me over. Logan’s grip on my wrists was firm but not painful, his strength obvious inthe casual way he held me immobile with just one hand. The restraint shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but something about being at their mercy sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

Cade settled between my spread legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider apart. The sight of him there, looking up at me with hunger in his silver-blue eyes, made my cock twitch with anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the full length of my shaft in one long, slow stroke.

The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, every nerve ending alight with sensation. My hips bucked involuntarily, but Cade’s hands immediately pressed down on my thighs, holding me in place as he repeated the motion, this time ending with a swirl of his tongue around the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” I gasped, the word torn from my throat as Cade took me into his mouth, the wet heat engulfing me making my eyes roll back.

Keir had moved to kneel beside my head, his fingers trailing down my chest as he watched Cade work. “Look at you,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “Taking it so beautifully.”

I felt something cool and slick against my entrance. Keir’s finger circled teasingly before pressing gently inside, the slight burn quickly giving way to pleasure as he found that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Oh God,” I moaned, caught between the dual sensations of Cade’s mouth on my cock and Keir’s finger inside me. Logan’s grip on my wrists tightened as I instinctively tried to reach for someone, anyone, needing something to anchor me against the overwhelming pleasure.

“So tight,” Keir murmured, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me with careful precision. “So perfect for us.”

Logan had released my nipples to focus on holding me down, his free hand now tangled in my hair, occasionally tugging in a way that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned down to capture my mouth again, swallowing my moans as Cade and Keir continued their sweet torture.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when the pleasure had built to an almost unbearable peak, Cade pulled back, releasing my cock with an obscene pop that should have been embarrassing but instead just ramped up my arousal even further.

“Please,” I begged, beyond pride or embarrassment, reduced to pure need as Keir’s fingers continued to work inside me while Cade’s breath teased my wet cock. “Please, I need?—”

“We know exactly what you need,” Cade whispered, his hand replacing his mouth as he spoke, stroking me with a grip that was just shy of tight enough. “And we’re going to give it to you. But not yet.”

His hand worked me slowly, bringing me to the edge before easing off, a pattern that had me nearly sobbing with frustration and need. Keir’s fingers continued their maddening assault on my prostate, pressing and circling in a rhythm that had my toes curling and my back arching off the leather.

Logan released my mouth to trail kisses down my neck, occasionally using his teeth in a way that would definitely leave marks. “You should see yourself,” he murmured against my skin. “Flushed and desperate, taking everything we give you.”

My fox features were completely beyond my control now, ears flattening against my head in frustration before perking up in excitement with each new touch. My tail had wrapped itself around Logan’s arm, as if trying to hold him in place, a fact that seemed to amuse and please him in equal measure.

“So beautiful,” Cade murmured, his thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the wetness gathered there. “So perfect for us.”

The praise, combined with a particularly clever twist of Keir’s fingers inside me, sent me spiraling toward the edge again. This time, instead of backing off, they intensified their efforts, Cade’s hand speeding up on my cock while Keir added a third finger, stretching me further as he continued to stroke that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

“Let go,” Cade commanded softly. “Let us see you fall apart.”

The permission was all I needed. The pleasure crested and broke, my release hitting me with such force that my vision actually whited out for a moment, my back arching off the leather as I cried out their names. Cade worked me through it, his hand never stopping as I spilled over his fingers, while Keir’s fingers continued their relentless assault on my prostate, prolonging my orgasm until I was trembling and oversensitive.

Each wave seemed stronger than the last, until I collapsed back onto the sectional, boneless and gasping. Logan finally released my wrists, his hand moving to stroke my hair as I came down from the high, my chest heaving with exertion.

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