Page 57 of Bound in Blood
“Oh, f—” Logan couldn’t even get the words out before Marco is on him, sliding a hand behind his neck, gripping the curls there, holding Logan in place.
Mateo moaned around him, like he was enjoying giving more than Logan was receiving, which is fucking impossible because Logan felt himself teetering on the edge of the most explosive orgasm he’d ever felt in his life, andfuckhe had to warn Mateo, he had to…
Big mistake.
The second Logan’s fingers tangled in Mateo’s hair, Mateo doubled down. He hummed, deep in his throat, somehow managing to take Logan deeper, Logan’s cock hitting the back of Mateo’s throat. Mateo’s tongue pressed flat against him, finding every single spot Logan was most sensitive over and over and over.
Logan whined.
He actually fuckingwhined.
Vaguely, he felt Marco shifting beside him. Through a haze of lust, he heard the distinct sound of a zipper, pants being kicked off, Marco coming back, closer, taking one of Logan’s hands, guiding it down, wrapping Logan’s fingers around his own cock. It twitched against Logan’s grip, letting Logan know he wasn’t the only one so affected by all of this.
“We’re not done yet,” Marco murmured, voice molten, guiding Logan’s hand to stroke him just how he liked it, “Be good for me.”
Logan barely had the presence of mind to do anything but obey Marco’s request, not when Mateo was still wrecking him, pulling him apart at the seams, determined to drive him over the edge through any means necessary.
His fingers twitched around Marco’s cock, and Marco hummed, low and pleased, dragging his teeth over Logan’s jaw.
“Just like that, Logan,” Marco purred, breath hot on Logan’s jaw. “You’re doing so good.”
Logan barely registered howgoodit felt to be praised by Marco before Mateo did some evil, devastating swirl with his tongue that made Logan’s entire body lock up. He gasped, shuddering, fingers tightening their grip around Marco on instinct, earning a sharp exhale from the vampire at his side. A chain reaction of pleasure, all at Logan’s expense.
“Fuck,” Marco muttered, and Logan felt his control fraying through the edges of the bond. His hips jerked into Logan’s grip, pupils swallowing up the gold of his eyes.
Mateo, the evil bastard, hummed around Logan’s dick like he knew exactly how close Logan was. His hand tightened on Logan’s thigh, nails pressing just enough to anchor him, like he wouldn’t allow Logan his release untilhesaid so.
Logan was falling apart.
The pleasure was overwhelming, like a spark catching and catching and catching but never quite erupting, never giving Logan that release he was so desperate for.
Mateo knew exactly what he was doing, holding Logan right there on the edge. Keeping him teetering between pleasure and desperation. Drawing it all out just to be cruel.
Marco, watching from the side, let out a soft knowing hum. He’d had his moment of weakness, and unlike Logan, he was back in control, fingers tightening just a bit around Logan’s hand, guiding him to a rhythm that had his breath catching in his throat. “He wants you to beg for it,” Marco murmured, like his pupils hadn’t blown wide, like his vampiric tendencies weren’t betraying how close he was. “Isn’t that right, Mateo?”
Mateo laughed around Logan, vibration shooting directly up Logan’s spine, pulling another shuddering moan from his lips.Logan struggled to focus, his tongue cutting on one of his fangs (when had his fangs dropped?) because he was so sick of waiting, heneededrelease. And fuck Mateo for thinking he could make Logan beg for it.
Before Logan could second-guess himself, his free hand reached out, gripping Mateo’s hair like a vice, pulling him down just a little harder, a little deeper. Mateo choked, for half a second, fingers digging into Logan’s thighs like he was shocked at Logan’s betrayal.
Marco laughed, clearly delighted by this development. “You shut him up.”
Mateo pulled off with a wet, gasping breath (that Logan knew he didn’t even need, the dramatic asshole.) His lips were slick, his eyes blown wide. He looked stunned, like he couldn’t believe Logan had just done that.
Logan smirked down at him, fingers still in his hair, though gentler now. For the first time all night,Mateowas the one having trouble keeping his footing. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, glaring up at Logan, like he was deciding between biting him and kissing him.
“Dick,” he growled.
“Don’t like it when the tables turn?” Logan mocked, feeling a little confident now that he wasn’t right on the edge of orgasm. He tightened his grip in Mateo’s hair, holding him in place and…Oh.Mateo’s pupils flickered, his breath stuttered again. Helikedthis.
Logan felt it like an electric spike of want, hitting the bond like a live wire. It was intoxicating, the way Mateo shuddered under his grip. Logan wouldn’t consider himselfdominantusually, but there was something about shocking the confidence out of Mateo that felt sofucking good.
Mateo liked it, and Logan liked that he liked it.
Logantsked, pulling Mateo’s hair, forcing him to look up at him. It was incredibly sexy, seeing Mateo’s face so near Logan’s cock, knowing he could make him swallow it back down if he wanted to. But he refrained. “Looks like someone’s not as in control as he thought.”
Mateo’s nostrils flared. “Don’t test my patience,tesoro.”
Logan wasn’t given much opportunity to revel in his small victory before Marco decided he’d had enough. One second, Logan was in control and the next, Marco was behind him, yanking him into a sitting position, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him flush against his body. The shift was so sudden, so smooth, that Logan’s brain short-circuited as it tried to keep up.
