Page 77 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

My heart practically stopped as Logan and Keir entered, both already shirtless because apparently undressing was a pack bond notification feature. I kept my face hidden against Cade’sneck, suddenly shy despite my bold invitation. My fox ears flattened against my head in embarrassment, my tail curling tighter around Cade’s arm. The reality of having all three of them here, looking at me with such naked hunger, was overwhelming.

“Look at you.” Keir’s voice was warm honey and dark promises. “All pretty and flushed for us. And those ears”—he reached out to stroke one gently, making me shiver—“absolutely adorable.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, but there was no heat in it. Especially not when the couch dipped beside us and I felt Logan’s hand, large and warm, slide up my spine to the base of my tail. His touch was gentle but possessive, claiming me as surely as Cade’s had.

“Still sassy,” Logan observed, his breath hot against my human ear while his fingers explored the fur of my fox tail. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

I should be freaking out. Three alpha werewolves—my adoptive brothers, no less—surrounding me while I sat naked in Cade’s lap. Instead, I felt… safe. Wanted. The mate bond hummed between us, no longer just a connection to Cade but a symphony of need linking all four of us. It was like being wrapped in a blanket of desire and protection, surrounded by their combined presence in a way that felt both overwhelming and perfectly right.

“You can still say no,” Cade murmured, though his hands tightened possessively on my hips. “We’ll stop if you want.”

I finally lifted my head, meeting his intense gaze. “And if I don’t want you to stop?”

Cade’s eyes darkened to midnight blue, a predatory smile spreading across his face. “Then we give you exactly what you need, little fox.” His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through me, sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine. “Everything you need.”

“Everything?” I heard myself ask, a strange boldness overtaking me. My fox ears perked forward with interest, betraying my attempt at nonchalance. “That’s a pretty big promise, even for three alphas.”

“One you’ll find we’re more than capable of keeping,” Cade replied, his confidence making my stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with nervousness and everything to do with anticipation.

My tail swished behind me, clearly eager despite my attempt to maintain some semblance of control. “Well then,” I managed, surprised by the steadiness in my voice, “I guess you’d better prove it.”

Cade shifted us to the larger section of the sofa—which was basically a bed masquerading as furniture, because apparently regular-sized seating was also beneath alpha dignity. He settled back, pulling me against his chest, and I was surrounded by warm skin and wandering hands. The sensation was intoxicating, like being wrapped in living heat.

His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing sensitive spots that made me shiver. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through me, building the fire that had been burning since our kiss on the beach. “Still okay?” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could answer, Logan moved with military precision, one large hand cupping the back of my neck while the other gripped my waist. Unlike Cade’s measured approach, Logan gave no warning—his mouth crashed against mine with raw, unleashed power that stole my breath.

Where Cade had been controlled fire, Logan was a wildfire, consuming everything in his path. His lips weren’t gentle or patient; they demanded surrender. His tongue didn’t request entry but invaded, sweeping past my parted lips to claim every inch it could reach. The hand at my neck tightened, tilting myhead to give him better access while his other arm wrapped around me, crushing me against his chest until I could feel his heartbeat hammering against mine.

I gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his desire. The sound only seemed to fuel him, his kiss growing deeper, hungrier, more demanding. He kissed like a warrior—direct, powerful, taking what he wanted without apology. My hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into hard muscle as I tried to anchor myself in the storm of sensation.

When he finally broke away, leaving me dizzy and gasping, my lips felt bruised in the best possible way. The contrast left me reeling—Cade’s calculated dominance that hinted at carefully restrained power versus Logan’s raw, unfiltered hunger that demanded immediate surrender. Both overwhelming in their own way, both claiming me with an intensity that left me breathless.

Meanwhile, Keir had taken a different approach entirely. While Logan had been commanding my attention with that devastating kiss, Keir’s fingers had found my fox ears. His touch was lighter than his brothers’—playful, curious, exploring. He traced the sensitive fur with featherlight strokes, then scratched gently at the base in a way that made my eyes flutter closed.

“Look at that,” he murmured, his voice warm with delight as my ear twitched and flicked under his ministrations. When his fingertips found a particularly sensitive spot near the base, I couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped me—something between a gasp and a whimper.

Keir’s smile was pure mischief as he repeated the motion, watching my reaction with fascination. “These are so sensitive,” he said, his voice dropping to an intimate register that sent shivers down my spine. His thumb traced the edge of my ear before gently rubbing that spot again, making me tremble.“Every touch makes you shiver. I wonder what other spots make you react like this?”

His approach was neither Cade’s controlled power nor Logan’s raw demand, but something equally dangerous—playful exploration paired with keen observation. Each touch was a test, each stroke an experiment, his eyes brightening with each small gasp or shiver he drew from me. While his brothers conquered, Keir seduced, finding my weaknesses with delighted precision and a smile that promised he’d remember each one.

“So pretty like this,” Logan growled, his attention returning to my face as he traced my lower lip with his thumb. His eyes, dark with desire, roamed over my flushed cheeks and parted lips. “All flushed and wanting.”

The three distinct approaches left me dizzy—Cade’s calculated dominance, Logan’s raw hunger, and Keir’s playful exploration. Each overwhelming in their own way, each claiming a different part of me.

“Your… sweet talk needs work,” I managed, though it came out more breathless than snarky. My usual defenses were crumbling under their combined attention, leaving me vulnerable in a way that should have been terrifying but somehow wasn’t.

Logan’s laugh rumbled through his chest, a deep sound that vibrated against my skin where his hand still rested at my throat. “Still talking back? We’ll have to fix that.”

Keir chose that moment to drag his tongue across my nipple, making me arch with a gasp. The sensation was electric, pleasure shooting straight to my core. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking with maddening slowness while his mouth worked magic on my chest. At the same time, Logan’s fingers found my tail, stroking from base to tip in a rhythm that matched Keir’s hand.

“Did you know your tail wraps around whoever’s touching you?” Keir observed, breaking away from my chest to watch as my tail coiled possessively around Logan’s wrist. “It’s like it has a mind of its own.”

“It won’t listen to me,” I admitted, mortified by how openly my fox parts were betraying my desire. “It just… does what it wants.”

“I like it,” Logan murmured, giving my tail a gentle tug that sent pleasure racing up my spine. “It’s honest, even when you’re trying not to be.”

The sensations—Keir’s hand on my cock, Logan’s fingers in my tail—were overwhelming, pleasure building in waves that threatened to drown me.

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