Page 85 of Bound in Blood
Marco didn’t answer right away.
Instead, his grip shifted, his hand sliding down Logan’s throat, to his shoulders, then lower, finally settling on his hips. His hands stilled there for a moment, like he was savoringthe feel of him, before he yanked Logan forward, slotting him into his lap like he belonged there. Logan allowed himself to be pulled, straddling Marco’s lap with little resistance, because, really, this was always how it was going to go down.
A breath caught in Logan’s throat as Marco slid his hands up, under the shirt Logan had borrowed from Mateo, dragging against his bare sides like he had all the time in the world. Logan’s stomach tightened in anticipation as Marco leaned in, lips brushing Logan’s ear, sending a shiver straight down his spine and to his groin.
“It means ‘my little whore.’”Marco purred, the filth of his words settling hot and heavy in Logan’s stomach, spreading outward like fire licking at his nerves, but Marco gave him no time to respond.
His grip on Logan’s waist tightened, fingers digging in hard enough for Logan tofeel itas he rolled his hips up, letting Logan know exactly how much he wanted him. Logan inhaled sharply, and Marco grinned at him, as if he’d been waiting for that reaction.
Logan wasn’t used to this expression from Marco. Usually, his smiles were soft and reserved. Grinning was for Mateo, who gave them out freely and playfully. When Marco grinned at him, it was dripping with sinister heat, a promise to Logan to ruin him beyond repair.
Marco’s hands skimmed back up Logan’s torso under his shirt, thumbs brushing his bottom ribs as he watched Logan carefully. They’d only done this a couple of times, but Marco had him trained. Logan’s arms went up before he had to say a word, and Marco pulled the shirt free, discarding it on the floor.
“Good boy,” Marco purred, rewarding Logan with a chaste kiss. He pulled back too quickly, eyes roaming over Logan in appreciation, his gaze scorching Logan’s skin where it landed.
Logan huffed a breath feeling too warm, too exposed, butGodhe wanted more. He let his hands fall to the hem of Marco’s shirt, toying with the fabric, his voice a little breathless as he murmured, “Yours too.”
Without breaking eye contact, Marco reached down, brushing Logan’s fingers before gently pushing them away, pulling his own shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Logan barely stopped himself from sucking in another breath.
Logan had been given plenty of opportunities to see the twins without their shirts over the past week, but his reaction remained the same. Marco was unfairly built, all lean strength, untouched by age in the eighty-six-ish years he’d been immortal. It wasn’t just his body, though. It was the way he watched Logan, cataloging every reaction, heated gaze never leaving Logan’s face.
He leaned in, their lips justalmosttouching but not quite close enough for full contact. “Speechless already,amore mio?” he murmured against Logan’s mouth.
He let the moment stretch, let Logan hang in the heat of it, lips still hovering barely out of reach. Logan could close the distance. They both knew it. But they also both know hewouldn’t,because Marco didn’t say he could.
Just when the anticipation became unbearable, Marco moved.
One second, Logan was straddling his lap, the next, Marco had him on his back, weight pressing Logan down, pinning him to the mattress. A beat later and Marco’s hands were on him, skimming the bare skin of his sides, dragging over his stomach, settling finally on Logan’s waistband.
He didn’t rush.
No, Marco was nothing if not a patient man, Logan was coming to learn.
Marco got off on the emotions he drew out of Logan just as much as he did being touched. He slowly popped the button of Logan’s jeans, eyes locked on Logan’s face, watching for every tiny reaction, every flicker of anticipation.
The bond was a live wire between them, Logan’s arousal sent to Marco and coming back doubled… then, suddenly, there wasmore.
A fresh wave of heat flooding his senses, unexpected and overwhelming.
Mateo.
The realization hit him at the same time Marco’s fingers hooked into the loops of Logan’s jeans, tugging downward, teasing just enough to make Logan’s breath catch. The fabric slid down his thighs, Marco’s hands firm and possessive, his fingertips dragging over newly revealed bare skin.
Then,finally,the bathroom door creeked open.
Mateo’s voice, warm and lazy, dripping with amusement, filled the room. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”
Logan barely had time to react to Mateo’s entrance before a hand that was not Marco’s slid up his thigh, deliberate and precise, fingers dragging close enough to Logan’s groin to make him shiver. Mateo, still warm from the shower, still slightly damp, was already settling beside them, casual and unbothered, like he had all the time in the world.
His eyes raked over Logan’s flushed, exposed body, a slow, appreciative drag that had Logan’s stomach tightening. “Thank you, Marco, for doing all the hard work.” Mateo mused, voice smooth and edged with something wicked. His fingers curled around Logan’s thigh, pressing in slightly before retreating, his teasing just light enough to keep Logan’s hips from bucking.
“You look so beautiful like this,tesoro,” Mateo murmured, voice dripping with something warm, dangerous… possessive.The words slipped into Logan, thick and sweet, pooling into his core.
Mateo’s fingers pressed into his skin again, firmer this time, draggingup, up up… so close, but not close enough. “You’d look even more beautiful on all fours for us.” He hummed, fingers still teasing, forcing Logan to inhale through his nose to keep composure, a fresh wave of heat licking up his spine.
The mate-bond pulsed through the three of them, thick and electric, Mateo and Marco’s desires striking Logan like a bolt of white-hot lightning, threatening to burn him from the inside out. Mateo grinned down at Logan, like he could feel the moment all his resolve crumbled into dust.
“Don’t you agree,mio fratello?He’d look so beautiful taking both of us at once.”
