Page 59 of Bound by Alphas 1: Bound (The Blood Moon Chronicle #3)

The command in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I relaxed my throat as best I could, letting him guide the pace with shallow thrusts that gradually went deeper. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but the discomfort was secondary to the thrill of watching Logan’s control slip.

“Just like that,” he growled when I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. “Fuck, your mouth is perfect.”

His thighs tensed beneath me, a sure sign he was close. I doubled my efforts, determined to push him over the edge, to taste his release, to know I had given him that pleasure. Instead, with a muttered curse, he pulled me off him, his chest heaving with exertion.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough. “Not like this.”

Keir was watching with hooded eyes, his hand lazily stroking his own cock as he waited his turn.

Unlike his brothers, who were built like heavyweight fighters—all broad shoulders and thick muscle—Keir’s body had a swimmer’s streamlined power.

His muscles were longer, less bulky but no less defined, giving him a sleek, agile appearance that disguised his supernatural strength.

I crawled to him, my movements deliberately slow, enjoying the way his eyes darkened as I approached. I started with his mouth, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss that he returned with equal fervor. His tongue tangled with mine, tasting his brothers on me and groaning in approval.

“Eager little fox,” he murmured against my lips as we broke apart. “I love watching you with them. Love seeing what you do to them.”

I trailed kisses down his neck, across his collarbone, down the center of his chest. Where Cade’s chest was a wall of muscle and Logan’s was a battlefield of scars, Keir’s was smooth and defined.

I took my time, exploring the differences, committing them to memory for paintings I would never show anyone.

“Don’t tease,” Keir said, though his tone suggested he enjoyed the anticipation. “You know what I want.”

I looked up at him through my lashes, deliberately hovering my mouth just above his cock. “Tell me,” I challenged, wanting—needing—to hear him say it.

“I want your mouth on me,” he said without hesitation, his hand coming to cup my cheek. “Want to feel those perfect lips stretched around my cock. Want to watch you take me.”

The raw desire in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I maintained eye contact as I lowered my head, my tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture at his tip. Keir’s breath hitched, his fingers sliding into my hair, brushing against my fox ear.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of my sensitive ear. “So perfect for us.”

I took my time exploring him with my tongue first—tracing the prominent vein on the underside, swirling around the sensitive head, learning what made his breath hitch and his fingers tighten in my hair.

Keir was different from his brothers here too—slightly longer, with a graceful curve that matched the elegant lines of his body.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he encouraged as I finally took him into my mouth. “Right there. God, the way you look right now—I want to paint you like this, on your knees, lips stretched around me. So fucking perfect.”

Unlike his brothers, Keir talked the entire time, a stream of praise and filthy promises that made me flush with both embarrassment and pride. His words affected me almost as much as his touch, making me moan around him, the vibration pulling a curse from his lips.

“Fuck, Finn,” he groaned, his usual eloquence deserting him as I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper. “If you keep that up?—”

His words cut off as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, his hips bucking involuntarily.

His fingers tightened in my hair, no longer gentle but almost painful in their grip.

I glanced up to see his eyes had shifted completely to their wolf blue, glowing with supernatural light in the dimming room.

“Enough,” he growled, the word more animal than human as he pulled me off him with barely restrained force. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the muscles in his neck corded with tension. “Too close.”

The sight of him—always the most controlled of the three—coming undone because of me sent a thrill of power through my body. For just a moment, I’d made him forget his restraint, his careful control. I’d affected him as deeply as he affected me.

Through it all, the scar on my hip tingled and warmed, pulsing in time with my racing heart.

With each touch, each taste, each sound they made because of me, the mark grew hotter—a physical manifestation of the bond between us.

I pressed my hand against it, feeling it throb beneath my palm, a reminder that something connected us beyond the physical, even if it was just supernatural biology rather than love.

I sat back on my heels, looking at the three of them sprawled across the sectional—three variations on the theme of perfection, all watching me with eyes that had shifted to their wolf colors, all hard and wanting and barely restraining themselves.

“Now,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

They moved like predators—no longer patient, no longer gentle.

Before I could react, Cade seized me by the waist, hauling me onto his lap with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs.

His chest pressed against my back, burning hot against my bare skin, his hands rough as they gripped my hips.

“Look what you’ve done to us,” he growled against my ear, his voice barely recognizable.

Logan dropped to his knees between our legs, his powerful hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise, forcing them wider apart with a possessiveness that made me gasp. The look in his eyes—amber now, his wolf fully present—was hungry, almost feral.

Keir’s fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back with a sharpness that sent a shock of pleasure-pain down my spine. His mouth crashed down on mine, teeth catching my lower lip, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the lingering flavor of him on my tongue.

“Is this what you wanted, little fox?” he asked against my lips, his breath coming in harsh pants. “To drive us crazy? To push us to the edge?”

“Yes,” I admitted, beyond shame or hesitation. “I want all of you. Everything you can give me.”

Cade’s teeth scraped the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder, not quite biting but threatening, promising.

His hands were everywhere—pinching my nipples with bruising force, digging into my hips, leaving marks I knew would bloom purple by morning.

The hard length of his cock pressed against my lower back, a hot brand against my bare skin.

I should have felt vulnerable, should have been embarrassed by my obvious arousal, by the slick evidence of how much I wanted them. Instead, I felt powerful—drunk on the knowledge that I had pushed three alphas to the edge of their control.

Logan’s mouth was on me without warning, his tongue laving a hot stripe from base to tip that had me arching against Cade’s chest with a cry.

His large hands gripped my thighs, pushing them wider, holding me open for his assault.

There was nothing gentle in his technique—no careful build-up, no teasing exploration.

Just raw, hungry need that matched my own.

Keir swallowed my moans with another bruising kiss, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking in time with Logan’s movements.

When he finally released my mouth, it was to whisper filth against my ear—detailed descriptions of what they wanted to do to me, what they would do when I could shift fully, promises that made me flush with equal parts embarrassment and desire.

“When you can shift fully,” he murmured, “we’re going to take you all night. One after another, until you’re dripping with us. Cade will hold you down while Logan and I take turns with that perfect mouth of yours.”

I whimpered, the images his words painted making me dizzy with want.

“Logan’s going to fuck you first,” he continued, his voice dropping lower. “He’s the thickest of us. Going to stretch you so wide you’ll feel it for days. And when he’s locked inside you, I’m going to feed my cock into that pretty mouth while Cade marks every inch of your skin.”

Cade’s teeth scraped harder against my neck, a clear sign he could hear Keir’s words and approved.

“And when it’s my turn,” Keir whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of my ear, “I’m going to bend you over, make you present for me like the perfect little mate you are.

Going to slide into you where you’re already slick and open from Logan, feeling his release inside you while Cade watches.

He loves to watch, you know. Loves to see what we do to you. ”

My face burned with equal parts embarrassment and arousal, the explicit descriptions making my body clench with need.

These weren’t things we’d ever discussed, fantasies I’d never dared to acknowledge even to myself.

Yet Keir spoke them aloud without hesitation, as if he’d thought about this—about us—in explicit detail.

“And after we’ve all had you,” he said, his voice rougher now, strained with his own arousal, “after you’re marked and claimed and filled with us, we’re going to start all over again. Because one night won’t be enough. Nothing will ever be enough with you, Finn.”

I was surrounded, overwhelmed, consumed by them. The studio filled with the sounds of our pleasure—harsh breathing, low growls, the wet sounds of Logan’s mouth, my own desperate whimpers. The scent of our combined arousal hung heavy in the air, primal and intoxicating.

Cade’s hand slid down my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my length alongside Logan’s mouth, creating dual sensations that had me trembling on the edge almost immediately. His other arm locked across my chest, holding me in place as I tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Take it,” he growled against my neck, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. “Take everything we give you.”

Logan’s fingers found my entrance, slick with saliva and need. There was no gentle preparation, no careful teasing—just the immediate pressure of one thick digit pushing inside me. The stretch burned, a delicious pain that grounded me in the moment, made everything sharper, more real.

“More,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand, demanding rather than asking.

A second finger joined the first, stretching me, curling to find that spot inside me that made my vision blur. Logan’s mouth never stopped its relentless assault, working in tandem with his fingers and Cade’s hand until I was a writhing mess between them.

Keir moved to kneel beside Logan, his hand replacing Cade’s on my cock, his rhythm faster, rougher, his grip tighter than Cade’s had been. “Look at you,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Taking us all so perfectly. Made for us.”

The scar on my hip began to burn, no longer just warm but actively hot, as if responding to their touch, their words, their need.

With each stroke of Keir’s hand, each thrust of Logan’s fingers, each scrape of Cade’s teeth against my neck, the mark pulsed hotter, spreading warmth throughout my body.

I felt my fox features emerge—ears and tail appearing as they often did during intense emotion—but this time there was more. A ripple of power surged through me, strange markings appearing on my skin, glowing silver in the dimming light of the studio.

“Finn,” Cade gasped, his body going rigid against mine. “You’re?—”

Whatever he saw in me seemed to snap the last thread of their restraint.

A growl rippled through all three of them simultaneously, a primal sound that vibrated in the air between us.

Their movements became wilder, more instinctual—Cade’s teeth closing on the nape of my neck in a dominant hold that would have terrified me with anyone else, Keir’s hand moving at a punishing pace, Logan adding a third finger alongside the first two, stretching me to the point of pain.

The pressure built inside me, a coiling tension that bordered on unbearable. My body trembled between them, caught in a storm of sensation too intense to process. The markings on my skin glowed brighter, pulsing in time with my racing heart.

“Let go,” Keir commanded, his voice an alpha’s order that my body couldn’t help but obey. “Come for us. Now.”

The orgasm hit like lightning striking, pleasure exploding outward from my core in waves that stole my breath and vision. Silver light burst behind my eyes, and for a moment, I felt something shift inside me—as if pieces of my soul were rearranging themselves, making room for something new.

I screamed their names—all three of them—as my body convulsed between them. For a heartbeat, I felt connected to them in a way that transcended the physical, as if our very essences were intertwining. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, too much and not enough all at once.

When awareness returned, I was lying on the sectional, cradled between their bodies, their arms forming a protective cage around me.

I was trembling, aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me, tears streaming down my face though I couldn’t have said why.

Joy, grief, pleasure, pain—all of it mixed together in a confusing tangle of emotion I couldn’t begin to unravel.

“Shh,” Cade soothed, his voice gentle now as he gathered me against his chest. “We’ve got you.”

“You’re safe,” Logan added, his large hand stroking down my spine, the earlier roughness replaced by tender care.

“Always,” Keir promised, pressing a kiss to my temple, his lips soft against my skin.

I let them hold me, comfort me, pretending for just a little longer that their words were true. That this was real. That they wanted me as desperately as I wanted them.

The setting sun cast shadows across the studio floor, painting us in shades of gold and amber. In that perfect northern light, with their arms around me and their scent surrounding me, I could almost believe we belonged together. That fate hadn’t played a cruel joke on all of us.

Almost.

But I had heard the truth from their own lips. Duty. Obligation. A twisted joke of fate.

As I drifted toward sleep, cradled in their arms, I made my decision. I would leave. I would pack my things while they were occupied with pack business, take the acceptance letter from Seattle Art Institute, and start a new life far away from here.

Far away from them.

It would hurt—God, it would hurt like nothing I’d ever experienced. But staying, knowing they were with me out of duty rather than desire, would hurt more in the long run.

This night, this perfect memory captured in golden light, would have to be enough to sustain me. The last kiss. The final touch. The memory of being completely, if temporarily, theirs.