Page 113 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

“Fuck, Finn,” he groaned, his usual eloquence deserting him as I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper. “If you keep that up?—”

His words cut off as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, his hips bucking involuntarily. His fingers tightened in my hair, no longer gentle but almost painful in their grip. I glanced up to see his eyes had shifted completely to their wolf blue, glowing with supernatural light in the dimming room.

“Enough,” he growled, the word more animal than human as he pulled me off him with barely restrained force. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the muscles in his neck corded with tension. “Too close.”

The sight of him—always the most controlled of the three—coming undone because of me sent a thrill of power through my body. For just a moment, I’d made him forget his restraint, his careful control. I’d affected him as deeply as he affected me.

Through it all, the scar on my hip tingled and warmed, pulsing in time with my racing heart. With each touch, each taste, each sound they made because of me, the mark grew hotter—a physical manifestation of the bond between us. I pressed my hand against it, feeling it throb beneath my palm, a reminder that something connected us beyond the physical, even if it was just supernatural biology rather than love.

I sat back on my heels, looking at the three of them sprawled across the sectional—three variations on the theme of perfection, all watching me with eyes that had shifted to their wolf colors, all hard and wanting and barely restraining themselves.

“Now,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

They moved like predators—no longer patient, no longer gentle. Before I could react, Cade seized me by the waist, hauling me onto his lap with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. His chest pressed against my back, burning hot against my bare skin, his hands rough as they gripped my hips.

“Look what you’ve done to us,” he growled against my ear, his voice barely recognizable.

Logan dropped to his knees between our legs, his powerful hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise, forcing them wider apart with a possessiveness that made me gasp. The look in his eyes—amber now, his wolf fully present—was hungry, almost feral.

Keir’s fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back with a sharpness that sent a shock of pleasure-pain down my spine. His mouth crashed down on mine, teeth catching my lower lip, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the lingering flavor of him on my tongue.

“Is this what you wanted, little fox?” he asked against my lips, his breath coming in harsh pants. “To drive us crazy? To push us to the edge?”

“Yes,” I admitted, beyond shame or hesitation. “I want all of you. Everything you can give me.”

Cade’s teeth scraped the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder, not quite biting but threatening, promising. His hands were everywhere—pinching my nipples with bruising force, digging into my hips, leaving marks I knew would bloom purple by morning. The hard length of his cock pressed against my lower back, a hot brand against my bare skin.

I should have felt vulnerable, should have been embarrassed by my obvious arousal, by the slick evidence of how much I wanted them. Instead, I felt powerful—drunk on the knowledge that I had pushed three alphas to the edge of their control.

Logan’s mouth was on me without warning, his tongue laving a hot stripe from base to tip that had me arching against Cade’s chest with a cry. His large hands gripped my thighs, pushing them wider, holding me open for his assault. There was nothing gentle in his technique—no careful build-up, no teasing exploration. Just raw, hungry need that matched my own.

Keir swallowed my moans with another bruising kiss, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking in time with Logan’s movements. When he finally released my mouth, it was to whisper filth against my ear—detailed descriptions of what they wanted to do to me, what they would do when I could shift fully, promises that made me flush with equal parts embarrassment and desire.

“When you can shift fully,” he murmured, “we’re going to take you all night. One after another, until you’re dripping with us. Cade will hold you down while Logan and I take turns with that perfect mouth of yours.”

I whimpered, the images his words painted making me dizzy with want.

“Logan’s going to fuck you first,” he continued, his voice dropping lower. “He’s the thickest of us. Going to stretch you sowide you’ll feel it for days. And when he’s locked inside you, I’m going to feed my cock into that pretty mouth while Cade marks every inch of your skin.”

Cade’s teeth scraped harder against my neck, a clear sign he could hear Keir’s words and approved.

“And when it’s my turn,” Keir whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of my ear, “I’m going to bend you over, make you present for me like the perfect little mate you are. Going to slide into you where you’re already slick and open from Logan, feeling his release inside you while Cade watches. He loves to watch, you know. Loves to see what we do to you.”

My face burned with equal parts embarrassment and arousal, the explicit descriptions making my body clench with need. These weren’t things we’d ever discussed, fantasies I’d never dared to acknowledge even to myself. Yet Keir spoke them aloud without hesitation, as if he’d thought about this—about us—in explicit detail.

“And after we’ve all had you,” he said, his voice rougher now, strained with his own arousal, “after you’re marked and claimed and filled with us, we’re going to start all over again. Because one night won’t be enough. Nothing will ever be enough with you, Finn.”

I was surrounded, overwhelmed, consumed by them. The studio filled with the sounds of our pleasure—harsh breathing, low growls, the wet sounds of Logan’s mouth, my own desperate whimpers. The scent of our combined arousal hung heavy in the air, primal and intoxicating.

Cade’s hand slid down my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my length alongside Logan’s mouth, creating dual sensations that had me trembling on the edge almost immediately. His other arm locked across my chest, holding me in place as I tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Take it,” he growled against my neck, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. “Take everything we give you.”

Logan’s fingers found my entrance, slick with saliva and need. There was no gentle preparation, no careful teasing—just the immediate pressure of one thick digit pushing inside me. The stretch burned, a delicious pain that grounded me in the moment, made everything sharper, more real.

“More,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand, demanding rather than asking.

A second finger joined the first, stretching me, curling to find that spot inside me that made my vision blur. Logan’s mouth never stopped its relentless assault, working in tandem with his fingers and Cade’s hand until I was a writhing mess between them.

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