Page 92 of Bound By Alphas 1: Bound

“Having fun?” he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

“I won,” I announced, dropping onto the towel beside him. “Keir’s getting slow in his old age.”

Keir snorted, shaking his head like a dog to spray water over all of us. “Keep telling yourself that, little fox.”

Aunt Vivian handed me a water bottle, her knowing gaze moving between us. “You boys seem to have worked things out,” she observed casually.

I choked on my water.

Keir, shameless, just grinned and stretched out on the sand beside me. “We’re figuring it out,” he said.

Vivian nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Good. It’s about time.”

I had just finished my water when Logan emerged from the ocean, water cascading down his toned body in rivulets that traced every defined muscle. He caught me staring and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face—that knowing look that always made my breath catch in my throat.

“Finn,” he called, beckoning me with a casual wave. “I found something interesting down the beach. Come see.”

“What is it?” I asked, already standing despite myself.

“You’ll have to come see,” he replied. “It’s just around that bend.”

Drew shot me a knowing look as I brushed sand from my shorts. “Subtle,” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Don’t be too long,” Aunt Vivian called after us. “I’m starting the grill soon.”

I followed Logan along the shoreline, watching as he occasionally bent to examine something in the sand. He’d point out interesting stones or unusual pieces of driftwood.

“There’s a beautiful piece just over there,” he said, gesturing toward a narrow opening between two large rock formations. “Come look.”

Curious, I followed him through the narrow passage, which opened into a small, secluded cove completely hidden from themain beach. Smooth stone walls curved around us, creating a natural alcove with soft sand underfoot and the gentle lapping of waves providing the only soundtrack.

“Where’s the—” I began but never finished the question.

In one fluid movement, Logan had me pressed against the smooth rock wall, his body caging mine, his mouth descending onto mine. This was pure hunger—demanding, consuming, almost desperate in its intensity. He was possessive, his kiss staking a claim that brooked no argument.

His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly until we were eye level, my feet dangling several inches off the ground. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck for balance, his strength evident in the way he held me as if I weighed nothing.

“Been watching you all day,” he growled against my lips, his voice rougher than usual. “Watching Keir touch you. Watching Cade look at you. Driving me crazy.”

His mouth trailed down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there in a way that made me gasp. One of his hands slid up my back to tangle in my hair, tugging gently to expose more of my throat to his attention.

“Logan,” I breathed, not even sure if I was asking him to stop or begging for more.

He seemed to take it as the latter, his mouth returning to mine in a kiss that was even more demanding than the first. His tongue swept past my lips without preamble, tasting, claiming, conquering. I could do nothing but hold on, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pressed me harder against the rock wall.

The contrast of sensations was overwhelming—the cool stone at my back, the heat of his body against my front, the slight roughness of his stubble against my skin. When his hand slid from my waist to my chest, thumb brushing over my nipple, I couldn’t suppress a moan that he swallowed eagerly.

“Love the sounds you make,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw. “Love knowing I’m the one making you make them.”

His thumb circled my nipple again, more deliberately this time, drawing another sound from me that seemed to please him immensely. His hips pressed forward, pinning me more firmly against the wall, the evidence of his desire hard and insistent against me.

“We can’t—” I gasped, trying to remember why this was a bad idea. “The others?—”

“Are far enough away,” he finished, though he did ease the pressure of his body slightly. “But you’re right. This isn’t the place.” His eyes, darkened with desire, held mine. “Tonight, though.”

The promise in those words sent heat flooding through me, making it hard to think straight. He must have seen it in my face, because his mouth curved in a satisfied smile before he leaned in for one more kiss—this one slower, deeper, but no less thorough.

When he finally set me down, my legs were embarrassingly unsteady. He kept an arm around my waist, steadying me as I found my balance.

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