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The marks, he managed, the words barely intelligible through their bond.

Keir understood immediately, abandoning his assault on Finn’s chest to move lower. His tongue traced the pre-marking with reverent hunger, the contact drawing a strangled cry from Finn as supernatural energy sparked between them.

Logan never slowed his relentless pace, his mouth working Finn’s cock with a single-minded determination that bordered on worship. He took Finn deeper than seemed physically possible, his throat relaxing to accommodate their mate’s full length before pulling back to focus on the sensitive head. His tongue swirled and pressed against the underside, finding that spot that made Finn’s thighs tremble uncontrollably.

One large hand pressed against Finn’s lower abdomen, pinning his hips despite their desperate attempts to thrust upward. Logan’s other hand slid beneath Finn, fingers kneading the firm curve of his ass before venturing further, teasing his entrance.

The sounds escaping Finn grew increasingly frantic, high-pitched whimpers and broken pleas that echoed across the terrace. Cade, positioned directly behind him, tangled one hand in Finn’s hair, nudging his head back and to the side to claim his mouth in a devouring kiss.

The angle was awkward but perfect, allowing Cade to swallow Finn’s cries while maintaining the view of Logan working between their mate’s legs. The kiss was all possession and heat, Cade’s tongue mimicking the rhythm Logan set below.

“Let me taste those sounds,” Cade growled against Finn’s lips when they briefly parted for air. “Every cry, every whimper—they belong to us.”

Finn's scream vibrated against Cade's mouth as Logan pressed one finger inside him while simultaneously taking his cock to the back of his throat. The overwhelming assault had Finn arching between them, his body forming a perfect bow of pleasure, suspended in a moment of exquisite torment.

Cade devoured each sound, each gasp, each desperate plea that fell from Finn’s lips, finding an unexpected intimacy in sharing his mate’s pleasure so directly. The taste of Finn’s moans was sweeter than any wine, the vibration of his cries against Cade’s lips more intoxicating than any drug.

As for Logan, his techniques were military in their precision—each suck, each swirl of his tongue, each press of his finger inside Finn calculated for maximum effect. He’d always approached sex with the same focused intensity he brought to combat, treating each sensitive spot as a target to be conquered. The way Finn responded—trembling, incoherent, completely at their mercy—only encouraged Logan’s thorough assault.

The need to strengthen the pre-marking provided a focus for their chaotic energies. As Logan drove Finn toward release with his mouth and finger, Cade continued to devour Finn’s cries in a savage kiss. But it was Keir who created the third point of the triangle, his position shifting to access Finn’s chest.

Unlike his brothers’ raw aggression, Keir’s approach carried a calculated cruelty that was uniquely his. His fingers found Finn’s nipples, already sensitive from Cade’s earlier attention, and applied a rhythmic pressure that walked the knife-edge between pleasure and pain.

“So responsive here,” Keir murmured, watching goosebumps spread across Finn’s skin as he rolled the hardened peaksbetween his fingers. “I’ve thought about clamping these, making them so sensitive you’d cry if I just breathed on them.”

To demonstrate, he lowered his head to blow a stream of cool air across one nipple while pinching the other sharply. Finn’s reaction was immediate and violent, his body jerking between them as a broken sob escaped into Cade’s mouth.

Keir’s smile was predatory as he replaced his breath with his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His free hand slid down to join his brothers at the pre-marking, completing the circuit of alpha energy.

The three-point assault—Logan between Finn’s legs, Cade claiming his mouth, and Keir tormenting his chest—created a perfect storm of sensation that left their mate writhing helplessly between them. Each brother seemed determined to outdo the others, pushing Finn higher with every touch, every bite, every moment of sweet torture.

Through their bond, they could feel each other's satisfaction as Finn responded to their combined efforts. His reactions were unfiltered and honest—every gasp, every shudder, every unconscious movement of his body telling them exactly how he felt. The sight of him—completely at their mercy, marked by their touches, overwhelmed by their attention—fed the primal need driving all three brothers.

Finn's body went rigid between them as his climax approached, caught in a triangle of pleasure that left him nowhere to escape, nothing to do but surrender completely. The transformation was striking—his partial shift had intensified beyond anything they'd witnessed before, his silver-white fur seeming to catch the afternoon sunlight and reflect it back with supernatural brilliance. His eyes, when they briefly fluttered open, had shifted completely to fox-gold, with no trace of human-brown remaining.

“Now,” Cade commanded, his voice a guttural snarl.

As Finn’s release tore through him, all three brothers pressed their hands to the pre-marking, pouring their combined power into the ancient symbols. The effect was immediate and spectacular—silver light erupted from the marks, spreading across Finn’s skin in intricate patterns that resembled flowing script. For a moment, the air around them seemed to vibrate with power, the very fabric of reality bending as three alpha energies converged on their destined mate.

Finn’s scream was muffled by Cade’s kiss, his body convulsing as pleasure and supernatural energy crashed through him in waves. The fox ears on his head seemed to solidify, becoming more defined, more real, while his tail lashed with newfound strength. For a heartbeat, it seemed as though he might shift completely—his skin shimmering with potential transformation—before the moment passed and he collapsed boneless between them.

The aftermath left all four of them gasping, the brothers fighting to regain control of their partially shifted forms while Finn drifted in a haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure. The pre-marking on his hip now glowed with renewed strength, the silver lines deeper and more defined than before.

Logan was the first to move, pulling himself up onto the sectional to curl protectively around Finn’s side. His breathing was still ragged, his eyes gradually fading from wolf-amber back to their natural green. Blood trickled from his palm where his own claws had dug in during his struggle for control.

“That was…” Keir began, his voice hoarse as he settled on Finn’s other side.

“Dangerous,” Cade finished, though he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

Through their bond, he could feel his brothers’ agreement, along with the savage satisfaction of their wolves. They hadn’tclaimed Finn fully, but they’d marked him in other ways—bruises blooming on his thighs from Logan’s grip, bite marks scattered across his neck and shoulders from Keir’s teeth, finger-shaped impressions on his hips from Cade’s hands.

“No more,” Finn finally said. His tail flopped limply against the cushions, completely spent.

Cade exchanged a look with his brothers over their mate’s head. The silent communication carried both warning and promise. They were reaching the limits of their restraint. Soon, very soon, Finn would need to shift fully—or they would need to find the strength to let him go.

For now, though, they had this—their little fox nestled between them, his body bearing their marks. For now, they had this moment.

It would have to be enough.