Page 58 of Bound in Blood
“Cute. But you got too cocky,caro,”he purred into Logan’s ear, his breath fanning across Logan's throat. His fingers splayed wide across Logan’s stomach, holding him still, snapping any lingering illusion of Logan’s control.
Then, Marco bit him.
Fangs pierced skin and held there, just enough to give Logan that pleasure-soaked feeling of vampire venom infecting his blood. He hadn’t been able to properly enjoy it before, when he hadn’t known what was going on. Butfuck,now he could revel in it.
Logan’s head lolled back against Marco’s shoulder as a broken sound escaped his lips. Every nerve in his body lit up, every sensation sharpened. Mateo’s back on him in an instant, taking him back into his mouth without hesitation. No more teasing, no more waiting. Just heat and pressure and pure, relentless focus.
Vaguely, Logan felt like a puppet, his body being moved and adjusted and used without his input. His entire body was limp and pliant in their grip, every ounce of tension drained from him as pleasure took over completely.
Marco hummed against Logan’s throat, vibrations spiking straight down Logan’s spine. His fangs retracted, his tongue swiping over the puncture wounds, the sensation dizzying. Too much and not enough, all at once. Logan shuttered, hands twitching uselessly, trying his best to both grind forward into Mateo and backward into Marco all at once.
Mateo’s pace picked up, determined, like he wanted to wreck Logan, to drag him right over the edge and keep him there. Logan whimpered, actually fuckingwhimpered,because he could feel how much they loved this. How much they loved seeing him like this. Logan’s fingers spasmed, a choked sound escaping his throat as the pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, sharper. His vision whited out at the edges, the bond taking his pleasure and amplifying it with Marco and Mateo’s, his body trembling beneath them as?—
“Come for us, Logan,” Marco’s command was low and dark and absolute andfuckwho was Logan if not an instrument to obey his every request.
Loganshattered.
His entire body locked up, pleasure snapping tight before exploding through him like a precision missile. A strangled moan tore from his throat as his orgasm crashed into him like a fucking tidal wave. He shuddered, his body caught in the throes of overwhelming sensation, and for a moment, he was convinced that it was all so good it had blinded him.
Mateo groaned against him, taking everything, swallowing him down like it was his favorite fucking thing in the world, fingers gripping Logan’s thigh hard enough to bruise. Logan couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but lie boneless against Marco’s chest.
Logan shuddered again, wrung out and shaking, as Mateo slid him out of his mouth with a quietpop, the last waves of his orgasm crashing over him like aftershocks of an earthquake.
Somewhere in the haze, he felt Mateo pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to his inner thigh, Marco’s hand constant and firm against his stomach as his blunt teeth toyed with Logan’s earlobe. The bond between them hummed, quiet and warm and sated, not just with Logan’s pleasure, but withtheirs,a deep, molten satisfaction shared between the three of them.
He blinked, contented, world still swimming around him, limbs heavy and spent as he relaxed deeper into Marco’s hold. Something nagged at the back of his mind, like he’d forgotten something important, but he was feelingwarmfor the first time since he’d turned, and his mind felt so wonderfully muddled, and who cared what he’d forgotten, it could clearly wait until tomorrow.
But…
His foggy mind grasped onto something, something important.
Had Marco and Mateo?
His eyes fluttered open, trying to focus. Marco is watching him, golden eyes soft but unreadable. Logan frowned, voice wrecked and slightly hoarse as he managed, “Wait…”
Marco hummed in quiet amusement, fingers tracing lazy, grounding patterns against Logan’s ribs. Logan shifted against him, still sluggish butneedingto confirm how majorly he’d fucked up.
He’d barely touched Marco. Hehadn’ttouched Mateo, sans hair pulling. That wasn’t fair, was it? They deserved to feel good, too.
“Quit worrying, Logan,” Mateo purred, sliding up the bed. When had he removed his own pants? How out of it had Logan been?
“You should get off, too,” Logan mumbled, his voice unsteady, like he wanted to offer but wasn’t sure on the follow-through.
Marco chuckled against his skin, slow and indulgent, fingers brushing along Logan’s ribs, “You’re so adorable.” He said the word ‘adorable’ like it was a synonym of ‘naive’ and Logan wasn’t quite sure if he should be offended, until Marco added, “We already did.”
Logan’s breath caught, his foggy, orgasm-drunk mind stumbling over the words like they didn’t quite make sense. They… what?
He blinked, brain sluggish as it tried to keep up. He was vaguely aware that both of them look incredibly amused. Mateo propped himself up on one elbow beside Logan, golden eyes watching him like he was waiting on Logan to solve a math equation the entire rest of the class figured out twenty minutes ago.
“You… you mean?” Logan swallowed, eyes darting between them. Surely Marco was lying for Logan’s benefit, right?
“You fell apart so fucking pretty for us,tesoro.” Mateo’s voice was all lazy amusement, teasing but warm. He traced Logan’s lips with the pad of his pinkie finger. “Didn’t take much after that.”
Logan opened his mouth, closed it, then thought better and opened it again. “Next time, I want?—”
“You’ll have plenty of chance,” Marco murmured, tucking a curl behind Logan’s ear. “Tonight was just for you.”
Logan felt the bond humming its quiet agreement, wrapping around the three of them like a warm blanket. It wasn’t just words. They meant it.
