Page 79 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

Keir moved to my side, but unlike his brothers’ direct approaches, he took his time. His fingers traced my jawline first, tilting my face toward his with gentle pressure. His eyes, bright with mischief, met mine briefly before dropping to my lips.

“Been waiting for my turn,” he murmured, his breath warm against my mouth.

When our lips finally met, the contrast to his brothers was immediate. Where Cade had been controlled and Logan demanding, Keir was playful—his mouth teasing mine with light, nipping kisses that had me chasing his lips for more. He smiled against my mouth, clearly enjoying my frustration before finally deepening the kiss.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, requesting rather than demanding entry. When I opened for him, he didn’t surge forward like Logan or methodically claim like Cade. Instead, he explored with curious delight, his tongue dancing with mine in a teasing rhythm that had me melting against him. He tasted of mint and something sweeter, his scent wrapping around me like expensive cologne.

Just when I thought I understood his pattern, he’d change—alternating between deep, thorough kisses and playful retreats that left me gasping and leaning forward for more. His teeth caught my lower lip, tugging gently before soothing the spot with his tongue. The unpredictability was maddening and thrilling all at once.

As he kissed me, his hands weren’t idle. His fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds until I was whimpering into his mouth. His other hand stroked my fox ear, finding that spot at the base that made me shudder with pleasure.

“So responsive,” he whispered against my lips, pulling back just enough to watch my expression as his fingers continued their devastating work on my ear. “I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make.”

The kiss stole what little breath I had left, leaving me dizzy with sensation and want. Each brother had claimed me in their own way—Cade with controlled power, Logan with raw demand, and now Keir with this maddening playfulness that was somehow just as overwhelming.

“Your ears are almost as sensitive as your tail,” he murmured against my lips. “We’re going to have so much fun exploring all these new spots.”

Down below, Cade lowered his head between my thighs, his hot breath ghosting over my half-hard cock. “Ready for more, little fox?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. His mouth closed around me, taking me to the root in one smooth motion that had me crying out against Keir’s lips. The wet heat of his mouth was exquisite, his tongue working the underside of my shaft with devastating precision.

Logan’s hands spread my ass cheeks wider, his fingers teasing my entrance without penetrating, just adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure already consuming me. His other hand found my tail, stroking from base to tip in a rhythm that matched Cade’s mouth on my cock. The dual stimulation had me writhing between them, caught in a storm of sensation with no escape.

“Look how beautifully he responds,” Keir murmured against my lips, breaking our kiss to watch my face contort with pleasure. His fingers continued their merciless assault on my nipples, twisting and tugging until they were hard, sensitive peaks. “And his tail—I’ve never seen anything like it.”

My tail had taken on a life of its own, coiling and uncoiling around Logan’s arm, then reaching for Keir, then wrapping around Cade’s shoulders as if trying to touch all three of them at once.

“It’s like it can’t decide which of us it wants more,” Logan observed, his voice a rumble I felt more than heard. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, sending electric currents racing down my spine.

“Seems pretty greedy to me,” Cade added, pulling off my cock just long enough to speak. “Just like its owner.”

I lost myself in the sensations they created, my body no longer my own but a shared territory they explored with single-minded focus. Cade’s mouth worked magic on my cock, his tongue swirling around the head before he took me deeper, his throat constricting around me as he swallowed. Keir’s kisses grew more demanding, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of Cade’s mouth on my cock. Logan’s hands were everywhere, kneading my ass, stroking my thighs, his fingertips teasing my entrance with maddening patience. All the while, my fox features betrayed my pleasure, my ears flicking and twitching, my tail coiling and uncoiling around whoever was closest.

“Please,” I begged when Keir finally released my mouth, not even caring how desperate I sounded. “I need?—”

“We know what you need,” Keir murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “We feel it too.”

The mate bond pulsed between us, a four-way current of desire and need and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name. It vibrated with an intensity that took my breath away, connecting us in ways that went beyond the physical. I could feel their restraint—the careful control they maintained to keep from claiming me fully. It should have been a relief. Instead, it felt like exquisite torture.

Cade’s mouth worked faster, his tongue pressing against that sensitive spot just beneath the head of my cock. Logan’s finger breached me slightly, just enough to send sparks of pleasure racing up my spine, while his other hand continued to stroke my tail from base to tip. Keir swallowed my gasp with another deep kiss, his hand tangling in my hair to hold me in place while the other continued to toy with my fox ears.

Pleasure built faster this time, sharper and more intense, until I was writhing between them, completely at their mercy. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep me away.

“That’s it,” Logan encouraged, his voice rough with desire. “Let go for us again.”

The second climax hit even harder than the first, tearing a scream from my throat that Keir captured with his mouth. I came hard down Cade’s throat, his name a broken cry on my lips as he swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine. My fox features went wild—ears flattening, then standing straight up, tail thrashing, then wrapping tightly around Logan’s arm as if seeking an anchor in the storm of pleasure. The mate bond flared between us, bright and demanding, and I felt echoes of their pleasure mingling with mine. It was like being caught in a feedback loop of sensation, each wave of pleasure amplified by their response until I was drowning in it.

As I floated back to awareness, I realized they were murmuring praise against my skin, gentle words that should have made me roll my eyes but instead made something warm bloom in my chest. Cade pressed kisses to my inner thighs, Logan nuzzled my neck, and Keir stroked my fox ears with surprising tenderness. My tail had somehow managed to wrap around all three of them, connecting us physically just as the bond connected us emotionally.

“Beautiful,” Cade murmured, resting his cheek against my thigh as he looked up at me with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Perfect,” Logan added, his arms tightening around me possessively.

“Ours,” Keir finished, the word both a statement and a promise. “Even your fox knows it,” he added, gently stroking my tail where it had wrapped around his wrist.

The tenderness in their touch was almost more overwhelming than the pleasure had been, a reminder that this wasn’t just about physical release. There was something deeper here, something I wasn’t ready to examine too closely.

“We should get him to bed,” Cade said softly, brushing hair from my face. “He’s exhausted.”

“Mm not,” I protested weakly, though my eyelids felt impossibly heavy. My body felt boneless, completely wrung out from the intensity of what we’d shared. “Can still…”

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