Page 55 of Bound in Blood
Logan tipped his head back against the couch, exhaling a shaky breath, though not for the same reasons as earlier. He let his eyes flutter shut, for just a moment, focusing on both of their touch and the weight of devotion surrounding him, pressing in on him, filling all the empty spaces left by those who were supposed to care about him but never did.
“Okay,” he whispered, up toward the ceiling. “I… yeah. Okay.”
For a moment, nothing happened, and Logan briefly wondered if he’d even spoken the words aloud. The quiet of the room hummed around them, for just a second longer than comfortable.
Then, the entire world tilted.
Well, Logan’s did, anyway, as one moment he’s staring at the ceiling, and next he’s hovering about six feet above the floor. A startled noise escaped his throat as Mateo grabbed him from his spot on the couch and hauled him over his shoulder likehe weighed nothing. The movement is so quick and unexpected that Logan wasn’t really sure what was going on until Mateo moved towards the stairs.
“Mateo!” Logan swat at his back, half laughing half mortified, shooting a look to Marco for help. “Put me the fuck down!”
Marco trailed behind the two of them, shrugging at Logan like, ‘What can you do?’
“Sh. You said you’d let us take care of you. Don’t question my methods,” Mateo mused, sounding way too pleased with himself for Logan’s liking. Logan’s legs involuntarily tried to find any sort of balance, but Mateo placed a firm grip on Logan’s thigh just underneath his ass, holding him perfectly in place.
“You really think we’d let our first time with our mate be on acouch?”Mateo scoffed. “You can’t possibly think so little of us.”
Logan let out a huff of laughter, tension slipping from his shoulders as he tried his best to relax against Mateo’s caveman-style hold. “That’s funny, because like a week ago you had no complaints about fucking me on an arguably much less romantic couch.”
Mateo barked a laugh, giving Logan’s ass a sharp, playful smack. Logan considered leaning down and biting his shoulder blade.
“That was different,tesoro,” Mateo’s voice dipped a little lower, still teasing but now laced with intent, “That was just fun with a cute bartender. This is something else entirely.”
Logan raised an eyebrow, leveling a‘he-cannot-be-serious’look at Marco, because Mateo couldn’t see him. Mateo reached the top of the stairs, jostling Logan a bit, causing Logan to hold on just a little tighter.
“What do you mean it’s different? You want romance now? Are we going to light some candles and listen to Hozier while you fuck me?”
Before Mateo could answer, Marco smiled at Logan, his voice cutting into the conversation, smooth as sin.
“The only music we’re going to need,caro,is the sounds you’ll be making,” his words were soft, measured. Not a threat, apromise.It wasdevastating.
Logan’s stomach dropped straight through the goddamn floor.
Mateo laughed, absolutely delighted at Logan’s speechlessness, tossing him onto the bed. Logan wondered briefly when they even got to the bedroom.
Then, he wondered why the hell that even matters, because Marco was already closing in, moving slowly, golden eyes assessing Logan like a predator sizing up its next meal. Logan’s lips parted, his brain not really sure where to focus as one twin climbed up the bed toward him, and the other knelt down by his feet, just… staring. Waiting for a reaction. It was intense, it was overwhelming, it was all so very hot that Logan wasn’t sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself the second either of them touched him.
Marco moved closer.
It was slow, methodical. Like he had all the time in the world. There would be no interruptions today, and he knew it. All three of them did.
He reached out, thumb brushing against the hollow of Logan’s throat, just barely skimming skin before dragging down, tracing the line of Logan’s collarbone.
Logan inhaled sharply, causing a chuckle to escape Mateo. Mateo, who was still perched on the foot of the bed, his hands spanning over Logan’s calves, thumbs pressing in just enough to tease.
“So tense,tesoro,” he hummed, lips quirking upward. “Don’t tell me we make you nervous?”
Logan wanted to scoff, or fire back some witty comment. Anything to pretend that these barely-PG touches weren’t burning him from the inside out… but then Marco’s hand curved around his jaw, tilting his face up just slightly, forcing Logan to look him directly in the eyes.
“Relax,” Marco murmured, more command than suggestion. His thumb brushed Logan’s bottom lip, teasing for just a moment, before he slid both hands down Logan’s body, grabbing the hem of the t-shirt Logan had borrowed from Mateo just hours earlier.
Logan swallowed hard, barely resisting the urge to squirm under all the intensity. “I?—”
“Sh.” Marco’s hands tightened their grip just a little as he stilled his motions, “You know the drill. Arms up,caro.”
Logan’s body reacted as if compelled, before his brain even registered the command. His arms lifted, and Marco wasted no time. The borrowed shirt is gone in a single motion, leaving Logan half-naked, pale, freckled skin flushed red, completely exposed to his and Mateo’s eyes.
And oh,fuck, the way they looked at him.
