Page 88 of Bound in Blood
He pulled back, just an inch, before pressing in deeper, a slow, agonizing drag that had Logan’s back arching, a choked, needy sound ripping from his throat.
“Porca miseria, amore… mi fai impazzire.?*”Mateo’s voice was wrecked and thick with heat, fingers pressing bruises into Logan’s hips like he might fall apart if he let go.
Marco, his eyes still on Logan’s face, trailed a hand up Logan’s arm, up his shoulder and throat, brushing over his lips again. Grounding him, keeping him in the moment when Logan’s mind so desperately wanted to get lost in the pleasure.
“Look at me,amore mio,” Marco said, his voice breathy, caught somewhere between request and demand. “Can you take more?”
Logan didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t. “Yes,” he gasped, automatically, instinctively,desperately.“God,Please,” he added, voice completely ruined.
“Then open for me.” Marco’s voice was steady, but something laid just beneath the surface, something dangerous, like he, too, was barely holding onto his control.
Logan obeyed, parting his lips, breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. Marco’s breath hitched, his grip in Logan’s curls tightening just enough to make Logan feel it, to make him know he was holding back. But Logan didn’t want that. Not from Marco. Not from Mateo. What was the point of all this shiny newpain tolerance, all this ridiculous healing ability, if they weren’t going to put it to good use?
Marco’s cock teased at his bottom lip, hovering just on the edge of where Logan wanted him, where heneededhim, and the anticipation was maddening. Logan flicked his tongue out, just barely tasting the bead of pre-cum at the tip, and Marco sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers flexing in Logan’s hair.
“Cazzo?*,” Marco hissed, the word tight and strained, like it had been dragged from the depths of him.
Before Logan could push for more, Mateo thrust again, sending a shockwave through Logan’s body, forcing a moan from his throat, vibrating right against Marco’s cock. Marco groaned, low and ragged, his free hand snapping to Logan’s jaw, thumb stroking over his cheek before applying just the slightest bit of pressure. Logan’s mouth opened wider, lips parting for him willingly, greedily.
“Fottutamente perfetto,?*”Mateo swore through gritted teeth, thrusting again, harder this time. “Dio, Marco, lo senti? Lo senti anche tu??*”
Logan couldn’t understand a word Mateo was saying, not exactly. But, God, that only made it better. Like Mateo was talkingabouthim, not to him. Logan was something to be felt and experienced, to be ruined and claimed and madetheirs.The mate-bond pulsed through his veins, a molten heat that was stronger than any magic, an inevitability he’d spent too long fighting. He’d never make that mistake again.
Marco’s thumb pressed down, prying Logan’s mouth open a little more, guiding him exactly where he wanted him. Where Loganneededto be. He exhaled a slow, satisfied breath as Logan finally took him in, his head tipping back in pleasure at the slick heat of Logan’s mouth.
“Bene, amore mio,?*”Marco murmured, voice rough and reverent. His fingers flexed in Logan’s curls, holding him still fora beat longer, like he was savoring the weight of Logan giving in. Savoring the way Logan let them take from him, how hecravedit.
Mateo groaned behind him, whatever rhythm he had found faltering now that Logan wastwiceas filled andthriceas desperate. The mate-bond pulsed, feeding them every ounce of Logan’s need. The heat was overwhelming, intoxicating, an inferno building with no sign of burning out anytime soon.
Mateo snapped his hips forward, pushing Logan forward, deeper onto Marco’s cock, his throat stretching to accommodate. The shock had Logan gasping around Marco, the vibration making Marco suck in a sharp breath, fingers flexing tight in Logan’s curls. A chain reaction of pleasure.
Logan didn’t have the brain power to react. Everything was too much, too consuming, pleasure snapping at his nerves like a live wire. His body felt like he’d stepped into the sun for too long, like it was consuming him slowly.And they weren’t letting up.
“You can take more,” Marco stated, in English, a command that left no room for disobedience. His thumb pressed at Logan’s lip again, forcing his mouth wider, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Logan complied.
The twins found a rhythm, working in tandem to use and wreck Logan’s body for their own pleasure. Forhispleasure. Logan was nothing but heat and sensation and need. Every drag of Marco’s cock over his tongue, every deep thrust from Mateo sent sparks of electricity through him. The mate-bond took every emotion and amplified it, sending every movement, every sound, every desperate little gasp back at Logan threefold.
“Just like that,” Marco murmured, voice tight and reverent, stroking his thumb across Logan’s cheek, watching as Logan took him deeper, letting himself be guided, to be used.
Behind him, Mateo groaned, thrusts picking up in pace, in force and urgency. One of the hands pressing bruises intoLogan’s hips fumbled forward, up Logan’s thigh, latching onto Logan’s cock. His grip was firm, unrelenting, stroking in time with his thrusts. The touch sent violent shudders through Logan, his body twitching involuntarily, pleasure building at a pace that felt impossible to control.
Logan whined around Marco’s cock, the sound muffled, wrecked, his body trembling violently between them. He was unraveling between every thrust, every stroke, every groan. It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
Marco’s thumb traced the corner of Logan’s mouth, still so in control as he pressed down, watching Logan’s throat flex around him. “Almost there,amore mio?I can feel it.” His voice was dark and steady, like he could wreck Logan like this for hours more. The betrayal was in his eyes, where the gold was completely gone, and the white was being swallowed up at an alarming pace.
“Go on,piccolino,” he purred, “Let go for us.”
The command hit Logan like a white-hot brand being seared into his skin, spiking through the bond, feeding back into both of them. Logan let out a sharp, broken sound, coming hard, his entire body seizing. Pleasure tore through him as his release spilled hot and messy over Mateo’s hand, moans of pleasure vibrating against Marco’s cock.
Mateo groaned, the sharp wrecked sound punching out of him as Logan clenched around him, his orgasm rippling through the bond, taking Mateo down with him. His thrusts turned ragged, desperate, the last thread of control snapping as he followed Logan over the edge, burying himself deep, spilling inside Logan with a hoarse, broken curse. His fingers bit so hard at Logan’s hip they drew blood, breath he didn’t even need to draw coming harsh and uneven as his body shuddered.
Marco, clearly the most resilient of the three of them, tightened his grip in Logan’s hair one last time, a deepshuddering groan escaping him as finally,finally, he tipped over the edge, groaning as the first waves of his own orgasm hit Logan’s tongue. Logan gasped around him, swallowing the heat of it as the raw pleasure of being completely filled overtook him.
After a moment, Marco’s grip relaxed, his body tensing, then releasing, the last tremors of pleasure making his thighs twitch as Logan, who knew nothing in this moment but taking everything he was given, swallowed greedily, his tongue lapping at the head of Marco’s cock, drawing out anything he could.
Once Logan had swallowed every drop he possibly could, Marco eased back, slipping free from Logan’s wrecked, swollen mouth. His thumb swiped over Logan’s bottom lip, catching one last drop, pushing it back into Logan’s lips.
