Page 36 of Bound by Alphas 1: Bound (The Blood Moon Chronicle #3)

His laugh was dark and knowing against my lips as I leaned in to kiss him. He knew as well as I did that this was more than a one-time thing, that the mate bond wouldn’t be satisfied with a single encounter. But I needed the lie, needed to pretend this was something I could walk away from tomorrow.

His hands roamed my back, tracing patterns that made me shiver before sliding lower to cup my ass.

When he spread me slightly, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped into his mouth.

The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.

His other hand found my tail again, stroking from base to tip in a rhythm that had me trembling.

“Never knew a tail could be so sensitive,” he murmured against my lips. “So responsive to my touch.”

“It’s not”—I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot near the base—“supposed to be like that. It’s just a tail.”

Cade’s laugh was dark and knowing. “Nothing about you is ‘just’ anything, little fox.” He gave my tail a gentle tug that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Especially not this.”

“If I’d known—ah!—having a tail would be this much trouble,” I managed between shaky breaths, “I’d have tried harder to get rid of it.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Cade replied, his fingers finding that spot again that made me arch against him. “It’s like having a direct line to what you’re really feeling.” He stroked upward, watching my face as I struggled to maintain composure. “When your mouth says no, but your tail says yes…”

“My tail is a traitor,” I muttered, even as it curled possessively around his wrist, keeping his hand in place. “It has terrible judgment.”

“Or maybe,” Cade murmured, leaning in to nip at my lower lip, “it’s the only honest part of you right now.

” His fingers worked magic along the length of my tail, alternating between featherlight touches and firm strokes that had me trembling.

“Telling me exactly what you want, even when you’re too stubborn to admit it. ”

“Not stubborn,” I protested weakly, my hips rocking against his stomach of their own accord, seeking friction, desperate for more contact. “Just—oh God—maintaining some dignity.”

“Dignity is overrated,” Cade growled, giving my tail another gentle tug that made me gasp. “Especially when you look so beautiful falling apart for me.”

The mate bond pulsed between us, demanding closer, deeper, more. It was like a living thing, pushing us together with an urgency that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

A knock at the door made me freeze, my ears swiveling toward the sound.

“Just Logan and Keir,” Cade murmured against my neck, and something in his tone made me pull back.

“You’ve been broadcasting,” I accused. “Through your pack bond.”

“Might have sent them a few images,” he admitted, not looking remotely sorry. The thought of them seeing us like this, of Cade sharing these intimate moments with his brothers, should have been mortifying. Instead, it sent a new wave of heat through me, making me tremble with anticipation.

“I can send them away if you want,” he added, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.

I buried my face against his neck, trembling at the implications.

At the thought of all three of them, here, with me.

It should have been weird. Should have been wrong.

Instead, it felt… inevitable. Like we’d been moving toward this moment since the day of the Augury, or maybe even before.

The mate bond hummed its approval, reaching out to include Logan and Keir even through the closed door.

“They can… they can come in,” I whispered, shocking myself with my boldness.

Cade’s smile was pure sin. “Are you sure, little fox?”

Before I could second-guess myself, the door opened.

My heart practically stopped as Logan and Keir entered, both already shirtless because apparently undressing was a pack bond notification feature.

I kept my face hidden against Cade’s neck, suddenly shy despite my bold invitation.

My fox ears flattened against my head in embarrassment, my tail curling tighter around Cade’s arm.

The reality of having all three of them here, looking at me with such naked hunger, was overwhelming.

“Look at you.” Keir’s voice was warm honey and dark promises. “All pretty and flushed for us. And those ears”—he reached out to stroke one gently, making me shiver—“absolutely adorable.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, but there was no heat in it. Especially not when the couch dipped beside us and I felt Logan’s hand, large and warm, slide up my spine to the base of my tail. His touch was gentle but possessive, claiming me as surely as Cade’s had.

“Still sassy,” Logan observed, his breath hot against my human ear while his fingers explored the fur of my fox tail. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

I should be freaking out. Three alpha werewolves—my adoptive brothers, no less—surrounding me while I sat naked in Cade’s lap.

Instead, I felt… safe. Wanted. The mate bond hummed between us, no longer just a connection to Cade but a symphony of need linking all four of us.

It was like being wrapped in a blanket of desire and protection, surrounded by their combined presence in a way that felt both overwhelming and perfectly right.

“You can still say no,” Cade murmured, though his hands tightened possessively on my hips. “We’ll stop if you want.”

I finally lifted my head, meeting his intense gaze. “And if I don’t want you to stop?”

Cade’s eyes darkened to midnight blue, a predatory smile spreading across his face. “Then we give you exactly what you need, little fox.” His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through me, sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine. “Everything you need.”

“Everything?” I heard myself ask, a strange boldness overtaking me. My fox ears perked forward with interest, betraying my attempt at nonchalance. “That’s a pretty big promise, even for three alphas.”

“One you’ll find we’re more than capable of keeping,” Cade replied, his confidence making my stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with nervousness and everything to do with anticipation.

My tail swished behind me, clearly eager despite my attempt to maintain some semblance of control. “Well then,” I managed, surprised by the steadiness in my voice, “I guess you’d better prove it.”

Cade shifted us to the larger section of the sofa—which was basically a bed masquerading as furniture, because apparently regular-sized seating was also beneath alpha dignity.

He settled back, pulling me against his chest, and I was surrounded by warm skin and wandering hands.

The sensation was intoxicating, like being wrapped in living heat.

His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing sensitive spots that made me shiver. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through me, building the fire that had been burning since our kiss on the beach. “Still okay?” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could answer, Logan moved with military precision, one large hand cupping the back of my neck while the other gripped my waist. Unlike Cade’s measured approach, Logan gave no warning—his mouth crashed against mine with raw, unleashed power that stole my breath.

Where Cade had been controlled fire, Logan was a wildfire, consuming everything in his path.

His lips weren’t gentle or patient; they demanded surrender.

His tongue didn’t request entry but invaded, sweeping past my parted lips to claim every inch it could reach.

The hand at my neck tightened, tilting my head to give him better access while his other arm wrapped around me, crushing me against his chest until I could feel his heartbeat hammering against mine.

I gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his desire.

The sound only seemed to fuel him, his kiss growing deeper, hungrier, more demanding.

He kissed like a warrior—direct, powerful, taking what he wanted without apology.

My hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into hard muscle as I tried to anchor myself in the storm of sensation.

When he finally broke away, leaving me dizzy and gasping, my lips felt bruised in the best possible way.

The contrast left me reeling—Cade’s calculated dominance that hinted at carefully restrained power versus Logan’s raw, unfiltered hunger that demanded immediate surrender.

Both overwhelming in their own way, both claiming me with an intensity that left me breathless.

Meanwhile, Keir had taken a different approach entirely.

While Logan had been commanding my attention with that devastating kiss, Keir’s fingers had found my fox ears.

His touch was lighter than his brothers’—playful, curious, exploring.

He traced the sensitive fur with featherlight strokes, then scratched gently at the base in a way that made my eyes flutter closed.

“Look at that,” he murmured, his voice warm with delight as my ear twitched and flicked under his ministrations. When his fingertips found a particularly sensitive spot near the base, I couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped me—something between a gasp and a whimper.

Keir’s smile was pure mischief as he repeated the motion, watching my reaction with fascination.

“These are so sensitive,” he said, his voice dropping to an intimate register that sent shivers down my spine.

His thumb traced the edge of my ear before gently rubbing that spot again, making me tremble.

“Every touch makes you shiver. I wonder what other spots make you react like this?”