Page 128 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

“That’s a mate bond,” Keir corrected, his fingers finally making contact with my cock, tracing its length with featherlight touches that made me bite my lip to hold back a moan. “Everything shared. Nothing hidden. Including the fact that you never even tried to be with anyone else because your heart knew what your stubborn brain refused to accept.”

“Which was what, exactly?” I challenged, though my voice had lost its edge, softened by the pleasure building under his expert touch.

“That you’re ours,” all three said in unison, the synchronicity both unnerving and oddly touching.

“And that we’re yours,” Cade added, his silver eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “Always have been. Always will be.”

The truth of it resonated through me, impossible to deny. I hadn’t been with anyone else because I couldn’t be—not because of some supernatural bond, but because my heart had made its choice long ago. No matter how far I ran, how much I denied it, how desperately I tried to build a life without them, I had always been theirs.

I tried to focus on my food, I really did. But with Logan’s mouth on my neck, Keir’s fingers teasing my cock, and Cade’s heated gaze tracking every reaction, eating became a secondary concern. By the time I’d managed half the plate, my body was thrumming with need, the fork trembling slightly in my hand.

“Enough,” Cade finally said, his voice a low command that had all three of us looking up. “He can eat more later.”

The look he gave me sent heat pooling low in my belly—possessive, hungry, promising things that made my breath catch. Without warning, he took the plate from my hands and set it aside, then pulled me onto his lap in one smooth motion.

“Still thinking about running?” Cade’s voice was dark honey and sin against my ear, his hands already working to remove the shirt completely.

“I’m considering my options,” I shot back, trying to maintain some illusion of control even as Keir helped Cade slide the shirt off my shoulders, leaving me completely naked across Cade’s lap.

“You have no options,” Logan growled, his eyes flashing amber as he watched me being stripped bare. “Not anymore.”

I should have been outraged. Should have fought harder, maintained some shred of dignity or independence. Instead, I shivered as cool air hit newly exposed skin, my body responding with an eagerness that made me want to crawl under the bed and die of mortification.

Before I could summon another protest, Cade’s mouth crashed against mine in a kiss that was nothing short of devastating. His lips claimed mine with four years of pent-up hunger, his tongue sweeping inside without permission, tasting, exploring, demanding a response I couldn’t help but give. His hands cupped my face, holding me steady for his assault while Logan moved closer, his solid chest pressing against my back.

I was vaguely aware of being moved, of strong arms lifting and carrying me through the stronghold to the master bedroom. The ridiculously enormous bed gave them plenty of room to maneuver as they positioned me between them like a chess piece. I found myself backed against Logan with Cade in front of me and Keir to my side—surrounded, outnumbered, overwhelmed by their scent, their heat, their unmistakable intent.

“I hate you all,” I managed when Cade finally released my mouth, though the breathless quality of my voice undermined any conviction behind the words.

“No, you don’t,” Cade replied with maddening certainty, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “You’ve missed this. Missed us. Your body can’t lie, even if your mouth tries.”

“My body is a traitor,” I muttered, even as it leaned into their touches like a flower seeking sunlight. “It has terrible judgment.”

“Or maybe,” Logan suggested, his hands sliding around to find my nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds betweenhis fingers until I arched involuntarily against him, “it’s the only honest part of you right now.”

Before I could formulate a suitably scathing response, Keir’s hand wrapped around my cock, stroking with devastating precision that short-circuited whatever remained of my higher brain functions. His grip was perfect—firm but not too tight, twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way that made my toes curl.

“Stop fighting it,” Keir murmured, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. “Let go, Finn. Let us take care of you.”

“I don’t need—” I started, but the words died in my throat as Logan’s teeth found my earlobe, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain racing down my spine.

“You do need,” Cade corrected, his voice rough with desire as he watched me come undone between them. “You need us. Just as we need you.”

I wanted to argue, to maintain some semblance of the independence I’d cultivated over four years away. But my body had other ideas, arching into their touches, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything they were offering.

The mate bond pulsed between us, stronger than I remembered, dragging me under like a riptide I couldn’t fight. It was too much—too many sensations, too much pleasure after too long without. My control slipped, then shattered completely as Keir’s hand moved faster, his thumb swiping over the head of my cock with each upstroke while Logan continued his assault on my nipples.

“That’s it,” Cade encouraged, his eyes never leaving mine as I trembled on the edge. “Let go for us.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure crashing through me with such intensity that my vision blurred at the edges. I came with a cry that Cade swallowed in another demanding kiss, my release spilling hot over Keir’s hand as my body shuddered between them.

As I collapsed back against Logan’s chest, trembling with aftershocks, I expected some teasing comment about my lack of stamina. Instead, all three of them murmured praise against my skin, their hands gentling as they eased me through the intensity of my release.

“Beautiful,” Keir whispered, lifting his hand to his mouth to taste my release with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. “Even better than I remembered.”

“Perfect,” Logan added, his hands still stroking my oversensitive nipples, drawing out the aftershocks. “Our perfect mate.”

“And we’re just getting started,” Cade promised, his eyes darkening with intent. “Four years is a long time to make up for.”

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