Page 37 of Bound by Alphas 1: Bound (The Blood Moon Chronicle #3)

His approach was neither Cade’s controlled power nor Logan’s raw demand, but something equally dangerous—playful exploration paired with keen observation.

Each touch was a test, each stroke an experiment, his eyes brightening with each small gasp or shiver he drew from me.

While his brothers conquered, Keir seduced, finding my weaknesses with delighted precision and a smile that promised he’d remember each one.

“So pretty like this,” Logan growled, his attention returning to my face as he traced my lower lip with his thumb. His eyes, dark with desire, roamed over my flushed cheeks and parted lips. “All flushed and wanting.”

The three distinct approaches left me dizzy—Cade’s calculated dominance, Logan’s raw hunger, and Keir’s playful exploration. Each overwhelming in their own way, each claiming a different part of me.

“Your… sweet talk needs work,” I managed, though it came out more breathless than snarky. My usual defenses were crumbling under their combined attention, leaving me vulnerable in a way that should have been terrifying but somehow wasn’t.

Logan’s laugh rumbled through his chest, a deep sound that vibrated against my skin where his hand still rested at my throat. “Still talking back? We’ll have to fix that.”

Keir chose that moment to drag his tongue across my nipple, making me arch with a gasp.

The sensation was electric, pleasure shooting straight to my core.

His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking with maddening slowness while his mouth worked magic on my chest. At the same time, Logan’s fingers found my tail, stroking from base to tip in a rhythm that matched Keir’s hand.

“Did you know your tail wraps around whoever’s touching you?” Keir observed, breaking away from my chest to watch as my tail coiled possessively around Logan’s wrist. “It’s like it has a mind of its own.”

“It won’t listen to me,” I admitted, mortified by how openly my fox parts were betraying my desire. “It just… does what it wants.”

“I like it,” Logan murmured, giving my tail a gentle tug that sent pleasure racing up my spine. “It’s honest, even when you’re trying not to be.”

The sensations—Keir’s hand on my cock, Logan’s fingers in my tail—were overwhelming, pleasure building in waves that threatened to drown me.

I should be embarrassed by the sounds they were pulling from me.

Should be concerned about how quickly I was falling apart under their touches.

Should be thinking about a lot of things that became completely irrelevant as pleasure built between us.

All that mattered was the heat of their skin against mine, the weight of their hands as they explored my body, the symphony of desire playing through our bond.

The mate bond sang, turning every touch into fire, every kiss into electricity.

It amplified every sensation, bouncing our pleasure back and forth until I couldn’t tell where my desire ended and theirs began.

My brain had officially left the building, leaving only sensation and need and the perfect rightness of being here, with them, like this.

“Please,” I heard myself whimper as Keir’s hand maintained that torturously slow pace while Logan continued to stroke my tail. I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for anymore. Everything. Anything. Just more of this overwhelming pleasure that was rapidly consuming me.

“Look how desperate he is,” Logan murmured against my ear, his voice rough with desire. “Been wanting this for so long, haven’t you, little fox?”

I would have had a perfectly snarky comeback, but Cade chose that moment to bite down gently where my neck met my shoulder, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.

The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure need that made me cry out.

His hands found my fox ears, fingers stroking the sensitive fur while Keir’s mouth traveled lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my stomach.

Each touch built on the last, pleasure spiraling higher and tighter until I was trembling on the edge of something monumental.

Cade growled against my ear, his breath hot and promising. “Every little touch makes you shiver.”

“Your… observation skills… are remarkable,” I gasped, trying to maintain some semblance of sass even as my body arched into their touches. “Really… top-notch… oh God?—”

Keir’s laugh vibrated against my inner thigh. “Still talking? We must not be doing this right.”

Before I could protest that assessment, they seemed to coordinate their attacks through that damn pack bond. Cade’s teeth found my fox ear just as Logan reclaimed my mouth and Keir… oh God, Keir…

Stars exploded behind my eyes as Keir’s mouth replaced his hand, his lips wrapping around my cock with devastating precision.

The wet heat of his mouth was overwhelming, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head before he took me deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked.

Cade’s arms tightened around me, holding me steady as my hips tried to buck upward.

The restraint should have bothered me, but instead it felt like another form of claiming, another way they were taking care of me even as they drove me out of my mind with pleasure.

“We’ve got you,” Logan murmured, breaking our kiss to watch my face. “Let go for us, little fox.”

“Can’t… I…” Words failed me completely as pleasure built, higher and tighter with each passing second.

Keir took me impossibly deeper, the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat as he swallowed around me.

Logan’s fingers found that spot at the base of my tail that sent electricity racing up my spine, while Cade continued to stroke my ears with devastating precision.

The mate bond amplified everything, turning each suck into lightning, each touch into fire.

It was like being caught in a storm of sensation, buffeted by waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.

“Beautiful,” Cade growled against my ear, and the pure possession in his voice sent shivers down my spine. “You’re ours. Always should have been ours.”

I should argue that point. Should maintain some semblance of independence.

Should remind them that I was my own person, not a possession to be claimed.

But all coherent thought vanished as Keir did something particularly clever with his tongue, dragging it along the underside of my cock while his hand cupped and massaged my balls.

My hands found Logan’s shoulders, needing something to anchor me as waves of pleasure threatened to sweep me away.

His skin was hot under my fingers, muscles flexing as he held me.

“That’s it,” Logan encouraged, his eyes dark with desire. “Let us see you fall apart.”

“I… oh God…” The pressure built to impossible heights, my body trembling on the edge of something massive. “Please…”

“Come for us, little fox,” Cade commanded in that alpha voice that bypassed all my defenses, and my body obeyed instantly.

Pleasure exploded through me like a supernova, white-hot and all-consuming.

I came hard down Keir’s throat, his name a broken cry on my lips as he swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine.

My fox ears flattened against my head and my tail lashed wildly, completely beyond my control as ecstasy crashed through me.

The mate bond amplified everything, bouncing the sensation between all four of us until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.

It was like being torn apart and remade, shattered into a thousand pieces and then carefully put back together by their hands.

I might have screamed—probably did, given how raw my throat felt—but I was too lost in the overwhelming pleasure to care.

When I finally came back to myself, I was boneless against Cade’s chest, trembling with aftershocks.

Logan was pressing soft kisses to my face while Keir licked his lips with a satisfied smile, both of them murmuring praise that should have been embarrassing but somehow wasn’t.

My tail had wrapped itself around all three of them, as if trying to keep them close.

Through our bond, I could feel their satisfaction, their pride in having reduced me to this trembling, gasping mess.

“You with us?” Cade asked softly, his arms still secure around me.

“Mmm,” was all I could manage, earning chuckles from all three of them.

“Look at that,” Keir teased, his eyes bright with mischief. “We finally found a way to shut him up.”

“Your tail seems to like us,” Logan observed, stroking the silver-white fur that was still wrapped around his arm. “Even if you’re pretending not to.”

I wanted to come up with something witty and cutting, but my brain was still offline, floating in a haze of pleasure and contentment. The mate bond hummed between us, satisfied but wanting more. It pulsed with a steady rhythm, connecting us in ways that went beyond the physical.

As my breathing steadied, I became acutely aware of three very aroused alphas surrounding me.

Their hard cocks pressed against various parts of my body, hot and insistent.

The mate bond thrummed with unfulfilled desire, making me shiver despite the warmth.

Their need washed over me in waves, stoking the embers of my own desire until they flared to life once more.

“We’re not done with you yet, little fox,” Keir murmured, his lips brushing against my fox ear. “Not even close.”

Logan moved first, reclining on the massive sectional and pulling me against him.

I found myself cradled between his powerful thighs, my back pressed to his chest, his hard length nestled against the small of my back.

The position left me completely exposed, my legs falling open as he arranged me like a prized possession.

My tail draped over his thigh, the tip flicking with anticipation.