Page 87 of Bound in Blood
“What do you want,piccolo?” Mateo’s voice was sin incarnate, just enough mockery to make Logan’s skin burn. His fingers were back to teasing around Logan’s entrance without probing further, not anywhere close enough to be considered anything other than cruel.
“Use your words,amore.” Marco purred against Logan’s jawline. His voice was smooth and controlled. Like he could andwouldwait Logan out.
Loganhatedthem.
Loved them.
But God, hereallyhated them right now.
His entire body ached from the heat, from the mate-bond pulsing like a living thing between them, amplifyingeverything.“P-please…” He whimpered again, followed by, “Touch me.” His voice was small but urgent, his body resigned not to argue with them again. Mateo and Marco held all the cards here. Logan had never experienced anything hotter.
Marco hummed his approval, dragging his lips over Logan’s throat, nipping softly, then kissing over the mark like he was sealing Logan’s apology in place. “That’s more like it,” he muttered, clearly savoring every second of Logan’s surrender.
Mateo grinned, pleased, wicked, and finally,finally, he slid his fingers back where Logan needed them. “Good boy.” The words were a lazy purr, sinking into Logan’s bones, making him shudder at the sheer weight of them.
His fingers pressed in, slow and deliberate, but this time he didn’t stop, stretching Logan open with a steady precision. Every stroke of his fingers a targeted attack to pull a fresh moan from Logan’s throat.
Marco, still pinning Logan’s wrists, chuckled against his jaw. “I love your little sounds.” His voice was low, filled with something dark and satisfied.
Mateo presses a third finger inside of Logan, curling them just right, hitting that spot again in a way that shoots lightning up Logan’s spine. His hips bucked as his head fell back on a gasp.
Marco groaned, low and approving, dragging his fangs along Logan’s throat. “Just like that,amore.Let us hear you.”
Logan wasn’t sure if it was the mate-bond amplifying everything or if it was justthem, their presence, their hands, their voices, but he felt raw, desperate, like they were unraveling him thread by thread. He tugged at Marco’s grip, trying to move his arms, trying to touch, but Marco didn’t let him. Instead, he smoothed his thumb over Logan’s pulse, keeping him pinned, savoring his restraint. He whined and whimpered and made noises he didn’t previously think were achievable with human vocal cords, and his mates soaked up every second of it.
All too quickly, Mateo was withdrawing his fingers again, leaving Logan’s lust-addled brain spiraling to figure out what he had done to earn this new form of torture. He gasped, his body aching for more, but he was given no time to complain, as Marco’s grip was shifting from his wrists to his waist, maneuvering him with effortless control.
“That’s it. Turn over for us, Logan,” Marco murmured, low and commanding.
Logan obeyed without thinking, his body moving on instinct as Marco helped guide him onto his hands and knees. The shift in position sent a fresh wave of anticipation rolling through him, breath catching as Mateo’s hands found his hips. He shuddered a bit at the positioning, at the way he was so open for them, completely at their mercy.
Once Marco was satisfied with how they’d positioned Logan, he ran a hand up his back, tangling it in Logan’s curls, coaxing his head back until their eyes met.
“There you go,” Marco hummed, thumb of his free hand tracing Logan’s lower lip, “You’re so beautiful,amore mio.”
The praise burned through Logan, low and molten, curling in his gut like bloodlust. Logan could swear he’d never had a praise kink before meeting the twins… though he was not entirely sure it was just the praise. Anything Marco and Mateo did to him sentwhite-hot electricity through his body, burning him from the inside out.
As Logan let the weight of Marco’s praise settle around him, Mateo’s grip on his hips tightened, firm and grounding. Logan’s arms threatened to buckle under the combined scrutiny, but Marco’s grip on his hair held firm, tilting his head back just a fraction more, keeping Logan exactly where he wanted him.
“Hold still for me,caro,” he purred, voice smooth and indulgent, layered with just enough command.
Logan obeyed, his eyes locked with Marco’s, trying his best to focus on the little bit of gold that hadn’t yet been swallowed up by the black of his pupils. Mateo’s hands slid over Logan’s hips, warm and possessive, thumbs dragging along the dips of his waist.
“Jesus, Logan.” Mateo groaned, exhaling sharply, his voice finally betraying his own lust, his composure beginning to fray at the edges. “Pleasesay you’re ready for me.”
The ask was pointless. All three of them knew Logan had beenready for himfor an embarrassing amount of time. The mate-bond pulsed between them, Logan’s desperate need exposed for both of them to feel. He clenched his fingers into the sheets, nodding desperately, wildly. He was so ready he might die from it.
Marco tapped his thumb on Logan’s bottom lip. “Words,amore.”He chided gently, “You know how this works.”
Logan exhaled shakily, his entire body vibrating. “Yes,” he moaned, voice breaking on a desperate sob, “God, yes.Please.”
Mateo exhaled a sharp breath, clearly needing no more confirmation. One of his hands found the small of Logan’s back as he lined himself up, his cock probing at Logan’s entrance, pushing in just slightly. “Breathe,tesoro,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint.
Then, in one smooth motion, he pushed in.
Logan gasped, his body shuddering, pleasure crashing over him like a sharp, breathtaking wave. The mate-bond flared hotter than it ever had before, sending the heat of it spiraling through all three of them. Marco, who’s dick Logan hadn’t even touched yet, let out a deep, ragged groan at Logan’s reaction, watching him come apart so perfectly, so easily.
“Cristo santo…?*” Mateo gritted out, fingers tightening on Logan’s hips. His control was hanging on by a thread, Logan couldfeelit. “Sei così stretto…?*”
