Page 85 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

“You don’t have to—” Keir began as I positioned myself between his legs, but his words cut off with a strangled moan as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his length from base to tip.

The taste was unfamiliar but not unpleasant—salt and musk and something primal that called to something equally primal in me. I hesitated, suddenly aware that despite my boldness, I had no idea what I was doing. My only guide was the memory of what they’d done to me last night, the techniques that had driven me wild.

Taking a breath for courage, I traced the prominent vein on the underside with my tongue, mimicking what they had done to me. Keir’s entire body trembled in response, encouraging meto continue exploring. When I reached the head, I remembered how he had swirled his tongue around mine, collecting the moisture there. I tried the same motion, the taste bitter but not unpleasant—like something forbidden and exciting.

“Fuck, Finn,” Keir groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Your mouth?—”

The raw need in his voice gave me confidence. I hummed in acknowledgment, then took him into my mouth properly, unprepared for the stretch. He was thick enough that my jaw ached almost immediately. The sound he made when I hollowed my cheeks around him—something I’d felt them do to me—was worth any discomfort. I couldn’t take him nearly as deeply as they had taken me—he was simply too large—but I tried to make up for my inexperience with enthusiasm, using my hand to cover what my mouth couldn’t reach as I’d felt them do.

Through trial and error, I found a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild—taking him as deep as I could manage before pulling back to focus on the sensitive head, my tongue swirling around the ridge before dipping into the slit as Cade had done to me. My hand worked in tandem with my mouth, attempting to twist slightly on the upstroke in a way that I remembered making me see stars when they had done it. Keir’s thighs trembled beneath me, suggesting I wasn’t doing too badly for my first attempt.

“Holy fuck,” Logan breathed from beside us, his own hand moving to stroke himself as he watched. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I hummed in agreement, the vibration making Keir curse and thread his fingers through my hair. He didn’t push or guide, just held on like he needed an anchor in a storm of sensation. I looked up through my lashes, wanting to see his face as I pleasured him, and what I saw sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through me.

Keir’s eyes, usually that bright blue that reminded me of summer skies, were beginning to glow with an amber light. His canines had elongated, pressing against his lower lip as he panted. His wolf was rising to the surface, called by pleasure and the mate bond between us.

Instead of being frightened, I felt a thrill race through me at the sight. I was doing this to him—me, the defective shifter who couldn’t even control his own partial transformations. I was driving this powerful alpha to the edge of his control. The knowledge was intoxicating, making me redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, determined to see just how far I could push him even with my inexperience.

“Finn,” Keir warned, his voice deeper, rougher, more wolf than human. “You need to stop. I can’t?—”

I ignored his warning, moaning around him as I took him as deep as I could, my hand squeezing the base of his cock in a way that made his hips buck involuntarily. I wanted this—wanted to see him come apart because of me, wanted to taste him, to feel the full power of what we could be together.

Suddenly, I was being yanked backward, strong hands gripping my shoulders and lifting me bodily from between Keir’s legs. Keir’s cock slipped from my mouth with an obscene pop, a string of saliva still connecting us for a brief moment before breaking. I gasped in surprise, disoriented by the abrupt movement as Cade pulled me away.

Keir’s eyes were completely glowing now, his fangs fully extended, his chest heaving with the effort of control. His claws had emerged, tearing into the expensive sheets as he fought to keep from reaching for me.

“He can’t shift yet,” Cade reminded me, his own eyes beginning to glow with that supernatural light. “If you make him come, his wolf will take over. He’ll try to claim you fully.”

“But I want—” I began, not even sure what I was asking for.

“We know what you want,” Logan growled, his voice inhuman as he fought his own transformation. “And we want it too. But not like this. Not until you can shift properly.”

I should be disappointed. Should be frustrated by yet another reminder of my inadequacy, my inability to fully participate in their world. Instead, I felt a perverse satisfaction at the evidence of their struggle. Their wolves wanted me—wanted me badly enough that pleasure threatened their control. It was the most powerful I’d ever felt.

“Then what can we do?” I asked, my voice small but determined. “I want to make you feel good too.”

The three brothers exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them. Finally, Cade spoke, his voice tight with restraint.

“We can do this,” he said, settling back against the headboard and beckoning me forward. “But you have to let us control it. Let us control ourselves.”

I moved toward him, drawn by some instinct deeper than thought. Logan’s hands caught the hem of Cade’s shirt that I was still wearing, pulling it up and over my head in one swift motion, leaving me completely naked between them. The cool air raised goosebumps across my skin, but they didn’t last long with the heat radiating from three werewolves.

Cade guided me until I was straddling his lap, my thighs spread wide across his muscular ones. The position brought our cocks into alignment, mine small against the impressive length of his. The contrast should have been embarrassing, but instead it sent a thrill of excitement through me—the visual evidence of his power, his alpha nature.

“Like this,” Cade murmured, his large hand wrapping around both of us together. The sensation was electric—the hot, hard length of him pressed against mine, his hand large enough to encircle us both completely. “Feel how perfectly we fit together.”

I gasped at the first stroke, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. The friction was exquisite—his cock sliding against mine, his hand providing the perfect pressure. I braced my hands on his shoulders, feeling the coiled strength beneath my fingers as he fought to maintain control.

“Kiss me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Need to taste you.”

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that quickly turned devouring. His tongue invaded my mouth with the same rhythm as his hand on our cocks, claiming me in the only way he currently could. The kiss was all heat and hunger and barely restrained power—his tongue fucking my mouth in a preview of what he clearly wanted to do to the rest of me.

I was so lost in the sensation that I barely registered Logan shifting closer behind me until his chest pressed fully against my back. The heat of him enveloped me as his large hands, which had been resting on the bed, now settled possessively on my hips. His mouth found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, hot breath followed by the press of his lips. The dual sensations—Cade in front of me, Logan surrounding me from behind—was overwhelming, making me tremble between them.

“So beautiful,” Logan murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing my shoulder in a way that made me shiver. “So perfect for us.”

His hands slid around to my chest, fingers finding my nipples with unerring accuracy. He rolled the sensitive buds between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain racing through me. All the while, his cock pressed insistently against the small of my back, hot and hard and a constant reminder of what we couldn’t yet have.

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