Page 131 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

Logan’s laugh was strained but genuine. “Just getting started, little fox.”

Before I could process that alarming statement, he was lifting me, arranging me so I straddled his lap, my back against his chest. His cock pressed hot and hard against my lower back, a constant reminder of his unrelieved need.

“Feel what you do to us,” he murmured against my ear, his hand wrapping around my oversensitive cock, which was already hardening again despite my recent release. “Feel how much we want you.”

Keir moved between my spread legs, his mouth finding my cock with unerring precision. At the same time, Cade knelt beside us, his cock level with my mouth, an unspoken invitation in his silver eyes.

I reached for him eagerly, taking him between my lips with renewed enthusiasm. I used one hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit, the other reaching for Keir, fingers wrapping around his length as he continued to work magic with his mouth.

The position was impossibly erotic—Logan behind me, his cock pressing against my back; Cade in my mouth, his taste now familiar and intoxicating; Keir between my legs, his talented tongue bringing me back to hardness with embarrassing speed; and my hands full of alpha, stroking them both in rhythm with my mouth.

Logan’s hands roamed my chest, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds until I was whimpering around Cade’s cock. His hips made small, aborted movements against my back, his restraint evident in the tension of his powerful thighs on either side of mine.

“Want to feel you,” he growled against my ear, his hand replacing Keir’s mouth on my cock. “Want to feel you come apart again.”

He arranged us so our cocks lined up, his hand large enough to wrap around both, stroking with a firm, steady rhythm that had me gasping around Cade. The friction was exquisite—the hot, hard length of him sliding against mine, his hand providing the perfect pressure.

Keir moved up, positioning himself where I could reach him more easily. I stroked both brothers in tandem, my mouth on Cade, my hand on Keir, while Logan continued his relentless rhythm on our cocks.

The sensations built quickly—too quickly, embarrassingly quickly. I tried to hold back, to match their impressive stamina, but it was futile. With three alphas focused entirely on my pleasure, I was helpless to resist the rising tide.

“Let go,” Cade encouraged, his voice strained despite his control. “Let us see you fall apart again.”

I came with a muffled cry around Cade’s cock, my release spilling over Logan’s hand and both our stomachs. Logan’s rhythm never faltered, stroking me through the aftershocks until I was trembling with oversensitivity.

“Enough,” I gasped, pulling off Cade’s cock to catch my breath. “You three and your supernatural stamina. It’s not fair.”

“Never claimed to be fair,” Logan murmured against my neck, his hand still moving slowly, drawing out the last tremors of my release.

I turned in his arms, determination overriding exhaustion. “Your turn,” I insisted, looking between the three of them. “All of you. I want to see you come undone. No more holding back.”

The three brothers exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them. Finally, Cade nodded, his eyes darkening with hunger.

“As you wish, little fox.”

They repositioned us, Cade lying back against the pillows while I knelt between his legs. Logan moved behind me, his hands on my hips, while Keir positioned himself where I could reach him with my hand.

“Show us what you’ve learned,” Cade challenged, his voice rough with need.

I took him into my mouth with renewed confidence, my technique much improved after the evening’s practice. My hand worked Keir with firm, steady strokes while Logan’s cock pressed against my ass, sliding between my cheeks without penetrating.

This time, I was determined to break their control. I used every trick I could remember, taking Cade deeper, swallowing around him, my tongue working the sensitive spot just beneath the head that I knew drove him crazy. My hand on Keir matched the rhythm of my mouth, my thumb swiping over the head on each upstroke.

Behind me, Logan’s movements grew more erratic, his cock sliding against me with increasing urgency. His hands tightened on my hips, his breath coming in harsh pants against my shoulder.

“Finn,” Cade warned, his voice strained as his control finally began to slip. “I’m close. Too close.”

I doubled my efforts, taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks around him. His hands found my hair, tightening as his hips bucked upward. With a growl that was more wolf than human, he finally surrendered, his release flooding my mouth in hot pulses that I swallowed eagerly.

The sight of Cade’s control finally breaking seemed to trigger the others. Logan’s movements became frantic, his cock sliding against me with desperate need. Keir’s breath hitched, his hips bucking into my grip.

“Together,” Logan growled, his voice barely human. “All of us. Now.”

I stroked Keir faster, my mouth finding him as Logan continued to thrust against me. The three of them moved in perfect synchronization, their control finally, gloriously shattered.

Keir came first, his release spilling over my hand and onto my chest with a strangled cry of my name. Logan followed seconds later, his cock pulsing against my lower back, hot spurts of his release painting my skin as he growled against my shoulder.

As they collapsed around me, trembling with aftershocks, I felt a surge of pride unlike anything I’d experienced before. I’d done this—I’d broken the control of three alpha werewolves, brought them to the edge and over it, watched them come undone because of me.

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