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Logan moved to capture Finn’s mouth again, swallowing his moans as Keir worked him with practiced skill. Cade remained where he was, watching, his hand moving to his own cock as he stroked himself in time with Keir’s movements.

The bond between them hummed with shared pleasure, each of them feeling echoes of the others’ sensations. Cade could almost taste Finn on his tongue, could feel the heat of Logan’s kiss, could sense the weight of Finn in Keir’s mouth. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, perfect.

Logan broke the kiss, his eyes dark with hunger as he stood, bringing his cock level with Finn’s face. Without hesitation, Finn reached for him, his artist’s hands—smaller and more delicate than any of theirs—wrapping around Logan’s impressive length.

“Fuck,” Logan growled, the word torn from his throat as Finn stroked him with the same precision he used when wielding a paintbrush. “Missed those hands.”

Finn’s lips curved in a smile that was both innocent and wicked before he leaned forward, taking Logan into his mouth with eager hunger. The contrast was striking—Finn’s smaller frame between Logan’s powerful thighs, his lips stretched wide around Logan’s cock, his eyes closed in concentration as he took him deeper.

For Logan, the sensation was almost overwhelming. Four years of denial, of restraint, of stopping before completion every time—all of it crashed through him as Finn’s mouth worked him with devoted attention. The wet heat, the suction, the way Finn’s tongue traced patterns along the underside—it was everythinghe’d dreamed about during those long, frustrated nights when he’d had to shift and run for miles just to calm his wolf.

His hands found Finn’s hair, not guiding but anchoring himself as pleasure built at the base of his spine. Through their bond, he could feel his brothers’ arousal, their anticipation, their shared joy at finally—finally—being able to find release with their mate.

“Finn,” he groaned, the name both warning and prayer. “I’m close. So close.”

All the while, Keir continued his attentions below, his mouth working Finn with relentless skill, his hands gripping Finn’s thighs to hold him in place. The sight of their mate caught between them, giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure, sent heat coursing through Cade’s veins.

This was what they had waited for, what they had dreamed of during those long years apart. Their mate, surrendering to them completely, accepting their love and claiming his place among them.

Cade stroked himself faster, his eyes never leaving the tableau before him. He loved watching Finn like this—lost in pleasure, all defenses down, his face and body expressing everything he sometimes struggled to say in words. The love in his eyes when he looked at them, the trust in his surrender, the way he gave himself to them without reservation now that he understood the truth of their feelings.

Finn’s rhythm faltered as Keir’s attentions intensified, his body tensing in that familiar way that signaled his approaching climax. He pulled back from Logan’s cock, gasping for breath, his hands still working the shaft as his body trembled on the edge.

“Keir,” he moaned, the name both warning and plea. “I’m going to?—”

Keir responded by taking him deeper, his hands tightening on Finn’s thighs as he urged him toward release. Logan’s hand tangled in Finn’s hair, not forcing but guiding, his eyes fixed on their mate’s face with hungry intensity.

Finn came with a cry that echoed off the marble walls, his body arching as pleasure crashed through him. Keir took everything he had to give, his throat working as he swallowed, his hands gentle now as he eased Finn through the intensity of his release.

For Keir, the taste of Finn’s release was like coming home—sweet and perfect and everything he’d been denied for too long. As he swallowed, he felt a primal satisfaction that went beyond physical pleasure. Their mate was giving himself to them completely, allowing them to taste him, to take part of him into themselves, strengthening the bond between them in the most intimate way possible.

The sight of Finn’s face in ecstasy—eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed with pleasure—was enough to bring Logan to the edge. He guided himself back to Finn’s mouth, his control finally, gloriously shattered after four years of painful restraint.

“Please,” he growled, the word barely human as his wolf rose closer to the surface. “Need to—need you?—”

Finn, still trembling from his own release, opened his mouth without hesitation, taking Logan in again with renewed devotion. His hands gripped Logan’s thighs, urging him deeper, silently giving permission for what they both needed.

Logan’s release hit him with the force of a tidal wave—years of denial crashing through him as pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced tore through his body. He came with a roar that shook the bathroom walls, his release flooding Finn’s mouth in hot pulses that seemed endless.

The sensation was transcendent—not just physical pleasure, but a soul-deep completion that resonated through their bond.After years of stopping short, of denying himself this final connection, the relief was almost painful in its intensity. His wolf howled in triumph as Finn swallowed everything he had to give, accepting his mark, his claim, his love.

Cade watched, his own arousal reaching painful levels as his brother found release in their mate’s willing mouth. The sight of Logan’s face—transformed by pleasure, all control abandoned—was beautiful in its vulnerability. Through their bond, he could feel echoes of Logan’s release, could sense the profound relief and joy that flooded through him as years of restraint finally broke.

As Logan collapsed back, trembling with aftershocks, Finn turned his attention to Cade, his eyes dark with renewed hunger despite his recent climax. Without a word, he slid from the edge of the tub back into the water, moving with graceful purpose until he knelt between Cade’s spread thighs.

“Your turn,” he murmured, his voice rough from Logan’s use, his eyes never leaving Cade’s as he wrapped his hand around Cade’s length.

For Cade, the sight of Finn like this—willing, eager, his lips still glistening with traces of Logan’s release—was almost enough to undo him completely. He’d spent four years watching over their mate from a distance, maintaining control when every instinct screamed to claim what was his. Now, with Finn looking up at him with such open devotion, that control was rapidly unraveling.

“Finn,” he breathed, his hand finding Finn’s hair, cradling rather than gripping. “You don’t have to?—”

“I want to,” Finn interrupted, his expression leaving no room for argument. “I want to taste you. All of you. Please, Cade.”

The plea in his voice, the raw need, broke the last of Cade’s restraint. He nodded, unable to form words as Finn leanedforward, taking him into the wet heat of his mouth with a moan of approval that vibrated through Cade’s entire body.

The sensation was exquisite—Finn’s mouth working him with devoted attention, his hands stroking what wouldn’t fit, his eyes closed in concentration as he took Cade deeper with each bob of his head. After years of holding back, of never allowing himself to find release with their mate, the pleasure was almost too intense to bear.

Keir moved behind Finn, his hands roaming over their mate’s body with possessive intent, his mouth finding the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder that always made Finn shiver. The three of them moved together in perfect harmony, connected through touch and bond and love in a way that transcended mere physical pleasure.