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Keir’s laugh was warm against my cheek. “There’s time, little fox. We have all night.”

Chapter 15

SINCLAIR BROTHERS

Cade gathered Finn’s limp form into his arms, cradling him against his chest as he carried him up the floating staircase to the lofted bedroom that overlooked the expansive living area below. The two-story windows cast moonlight across the massive bed, illuminating Finn’s flushed skin with an ethereal glow that made Cade’s breath catch.

He laid Finn down with a gentleness that belied the primal need still coursing through him. His little fox looked utterly perfect sprawled across the dark sheets—all creamy skin and delicate limbs, his honey-brown hair a mess from their hands, his lips swollen from their kisses. His fox ears twitched in his sleep, and his tail curled contentedly against his thigh.

Logan and Keir moved to stand beside the bed, their eyes never leaving Finn’s form. The sight of their mate—their Finn—naked and sated on Cade’s bed was almost too much to comprehend. After years of restraint, of careful distance, of respecting boundaries that had tested their control to its limits, here he was. Wanting them. Choosing them.

Cade couldn’t tear his gaze away. Even now, after two intense orgasms, Finn’s cock was stirring again, hardeningunder their heated stares. The bond between them hummed with satisfaction and promise, a living connection that seemed to strengthen with each passing moment.

The beach earlier that day felt like a lifetime ago now. Cade had sensed Finn before actually seeing him—had felt that distinctive tug on their bond that always signaled his mate’s presence. He’d been swimming, working off the frustration of having Finn so close yet untouchable. The moment Finn’s eyes had landed on him, Cade had felt it like a physical touch—a caress of awareness that had shot straight through their bond.

He’d known Finn was watching. Had deliberately taken his time emerging from the water, letting the sun highlight every muscle, every drop of water sliding down his skin. The images he’d sent his brothers through their pack bond had been deliberate—sharing Finn’s reaction, the spike in his desire, the way his scent had changed from simple curiosity to something far more primal.

You were preening like a peacock,Logan’s voice rumbled through their bond, his eyes dancing with amusement despite his outward stillness.

The images were practically pornographic,Keir added, his internal voice carrying the laughter he suppressed physically.

Cade didn’t deny it. He’d played to his audience, letting Finn see exactly what he was getting—what belonged to him. The artist in Finn had been unable to resist, those clever fingers tracing patterns on Cade’s wet skin under the guise of professional interest. So innocent yet so seductive, pretending he was just appreciating the “composition” while his fingers mapped every inch of Cade’s body.

We told you not to push him,Logan reminded through their bond.To take it slow.

We felt his desire through you,Keir added.Like a live wire.

How was he supposed to stand there like stone when Finn was looking at him like that? When those artistic fingers were on his skin and Finn’s scent was wrapped around him? When their mate was practically begging without even knowing it?

Cade had played along with Finn’s little artistic assessment, letting him think he was in control. But then Finn had risen on his toes, pressing that first, tentative kiss to Cade’s lips—and all restraint had shattered. That kiss had quickly evolved into something far more primal, more demanding, more real than anything Cade had experienced before.

On the bed, Finn stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Those amber-gold irises were hazy with pleasure and fatigue, but they focused on the three alphas with unmistakable want. His fox ears perked forward with interest, and his tail swished lazily against the sheets. His lips curved into a sleepy smile that sent heat coursing through Cade’s veins.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me,” Finn murmured, his voice deliciously rough, “or are you going to join me?”

Cade didn’t need to be asked twice. He moved to the bed with predatory grace, the mattress dipping under his weight. Logan and Keir followed, surrounding their mate from all sides.

Finn looked utterly edible sprawled across Cade’s sheets—his slender body a stark contrast to their larger frames. His cock was half-hard again, resting against his flat stomach, completely hairless and impossibly perfect. His chest rose and fell with quickening breaths as they moved closer, his scent spiking with renewed arousal. His fox ears swiveled toward them, alert and attentive, while his tail curled and uncurled with anticipation.

“So beautiful,” Cade murmured, trailing a finger down Finn’s chest. “And all ours.”

Logan moved first, capturing Finn’s lips in a hungry kiss that left no doubt about his intentions. His mouth traveled downFinn’s throat, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that had Finn arching beneath him. When he reached Finn’s chest, he took one dusky nipple between his lips, sucking and teasing until it hardened to a sensitive peak.

“Fuck,” Finn gasped, his head falling back against the pillows, fox ears flattening in submission. “That’s—oh God.”

Logan’s hand slid lower, wrapping around Finn’s cock with possessive intent. “So perfect,” he growled, his eyes darkening as he took in the smooth length. “So damn pretty.”

Keir claimed Finn’s mouth next, swallowing his moans as Logan continued his sensual assault. His kiss was devouring, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained hunger. When he finally released Finn’s lips, their mate was gasping for air, his fox ears twitching wildly.

“Are you trying to suck the life out of me?” Finn managed, though his usual snark was undermined by the breathless quality of his voice. “Because there are less aggressive ways to share oxygen.”

Keir’s laugh was warm against Finn’s lips. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body says something else entirely.” As if to prove his point, he captured Finn’s lips again, drawing a needy whimper from their mate. His hand found Finn’s fox ear, stroking the sensitive fur in a way that made Finn tremble.

As Finn shifted beneath them, the sheet slipped lower, revealing the faded silver marks on his lower right hip—the pre-marking they’d placed on him five years ago. Cade’s eyes locked on it, remembering Elder Miriam’s warning from their meeting just days ago.

“The pre-marking is weakening,” she had told them. “It was never meant to last this long without completion.”

“What are our options?” Cade had asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it confirmed.