Page 56 of Bound in Blood
Marco’s gaze didn’t waver, his fingers trailing down the center of Logan’s chest, like he’s feeling for Logan’s unsteady heartbeat.
Mateo, still lounging at the foot of the bed, watching with interest, let out a low appreciative hum. “He takes orders so well, doesn’t he?” he mused, one of his hands sliding up Logan’s leg, spanning over his thigh, thumb teasing over the inside seam.
Logan bristled, heat flashing in his chest at Mateo’s words. He wasn’ttaking orders! Marco was just clearly better versed in threesomes, and Logan was listening to his advice on how to streamline the process. To get to the good stuff faster, obviously. Logan opened his mouth to argue with Mateo, but instead,Marco shut him up with a searing kiss, his hand cupping Logan’s jaw in a grip just a little too tight to be considered gentle.
“Shh,” Marco soothed, pulling back just a little, his grip forcing Logan to keep eye contact. Not rough, just firm enough to remind Logan who’s in control. Even if Logan didn’t quite want to admit it. Two versus one, and all.
“I like you like this.” His thumb brushed over Logan’s lower lip again. “When you do what we tell you.”
Logan should hate that.
Really, he should.
But, of course, he didn’t.
It had never been like this before. Not with any of his exes or his occasional hookups. People who wanted to use Logan for their own benefit, never caring what he got out of the situation.
No, Marco and Mateo might be dominating the situation, but they had access to every little private emotion Logan was feeling, just like Logan had access to theirs. If Logan was willing to trust them, they’d make him feel good, he was sure of it.
And fuck, Logan wanted to feel good.
So when Marco saw Logan’s indigent expression turn heated, from argumentative to compliance, and offered up a whispered, “Good boy…” Logan groaned, his body relaxing, his dick straining against the rough fabric of his jeans. Mateo’s hand was close, so fucking close, but not touching, causing the most uncomfortable deja vu of Logan’s life.
Marco hummed, pleased, his fingers ghosting over Logan’s throat, just barely pressing in. Logan wondered if it would hurt anymore to have his airways obstructed, since he no longerneededto breathe.
Mateo noticed the way Logan exhaled shakily as Marco’s grip tightened, probably reading the thought straight off Logan’s expression. How strange it was to have no secrets between two people he’d met not even a week ago.
“I think he might like that, Marco,” Mateo murmured, mockingly sweet. His hand dragged slow, so goddamn slow, down Logan’s thigh, teasing without touching.
Logan didn’t need to confirm or deny.
The bond thrummed with the truth: Logan liked it a bittoomuch.
Mateo chuckled, and the sound went straight to Logan’s dick. “Of course you do.” His fingers moved up, and up, and up, toying with the waistband of Logan’s jeans, popping open the top button one-handed, but refusing to touch the zipper. Logan momentarily felt a flicker of embarrassment that he was so close to being fully undressed when neither twin had removed a single article of their own clothing.
The bond betrayed his need, loud and certain and overwhelming. It pulsed with the undeniable truth: Logan loved being held down, being put in his place, being reminded to whom he belonged. Both twins watched him for a moment, to see if he’d protest, if he’d try to deny what had been so plainly laid bare for them. When the protest never came, they shared a look.
Then, in a unison so fluid it borders terrifying, they moved.
Marco tightened his grip on Logan’s jaw, tilting his face up just enough, angling him just right to crush their mouths together. While his first kiss in that dingy apartment elevator had been searching, and every one following had been honing, this kiss was a direct strike. It wasn’t soft, or gentle. It was devouring, all-consuming, claiming. Like he had spent the last five days figuring out exactly how to make Logan’s body light up just the right way.
Logan could barely react, though, because while Marco claimed his mouth, Mateo yanked Logan’s jeans and boxers off his body so fast, Logan didn’t even have time to register it. One second, the rough denim was chafing against his thighs,the next, he was fully exposed to the cool air of their bedroom, clothing tossed somewhere out of sight.
Logan’s breath stuttered somewhere between a surprised gasp and a needy moan, but Marco refused to let him escape. His grip tightened, his free hand threading through the curls of Logan’s hair, his blunt teeth scraping against Logan’s bottom lip just enough to draw blood.
And then…fuck—andthen…
Mateo’s hands sliding up Logan’s newly exposed thighs. He took his time, and Logan tried really hard not to think about the fact that, despite all their attempts, this was the first time either of them had seen Logan naked. Mateo’s thumbs burned holes where they traced Logan’s upper thighs, his hip bones, everywhere but where Logandesperatelyneeded to be touched.
Mateo exhaled, hot and teasing, his breath ghosting over Logan’s skin. Logan was like… eight months removed from any orgasm that wasn’t self-inflicted, so he refused to be embarrassed when his back arched off the bed at the mere tease of contact. The groan that escaped his throat was incredibly pathetic, but Marco swallowed it down greedily, deepening their kiss with a satisfied hum. At least Logan hadn’t fully humiliated himself yet. He might, the second Mateo finally stopped teasing andtouchedhim, but that was beside the point.
Mateo settled his body between Logan’s thighs, watching Logan tremble like the most pathetic virgin on the planet. Marco pulled back from Logan’s mouth, nipping at his jaw, allowing Logan to whisper a desperate “Please…” into the still air. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for, just that heneededit.
Like he was waiting on Logan to ask, Mateo moved instantly, taking Logan’s cock deep into his mouth, swallowing him down like it was nothing.
Logan nearly blacked out.
His head snapped back, a strangled moan tearing from his throat, spine and hips arching off the bed as Mateo worked him with his tongue.
