Page 68 of Bound by Alphas 1: Bound (The Blood Moon Chronicle #3)

Before I could summon another protest, Cade’s mouth crashed against mine in a kiss that was nothing short of devastating.

His lips claimed mine with four years of pent-up hunger, his tongue sweeping inside without permission, tasting, exploring, demanding a response I couldn’t help but give.

His hands cupped my face, holding me steady for his assault while Logan moved closer, his solid chest pressing against my back.

I was vaguely aware of being moved, of strong arms lifting and carrying me through the stronghold to the master bedroom.

The ridiculously enormous bed gave them plenty of room to maneuver as they positioned me between them like a chess piece.

I found myself backed against Logan with Cade in front of me and Keir to my side—surrounded, outnumbered, overwhelmed by their scent, their heat, their unmistakable intent.

“I hate you all,” I managed when Cade finally released my mouth, though the breathless quality of my voice undermined any conviction behind the words.

“No, you don’t,” Cade replied with maddening certainty, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “You’ve missed this. Missed us. Your body can’t lie, even if your mouth tries.”

“My body is a traitor,” I muttered, even as it leaned into their touches like a flower seeking sunlight. “It has terrible judgment.”

“Or maybe,” Logan suggested, his hands sliding around to find my nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until I arched involuntarily against him, “it’s the only honest part of you right now.”

Before I could formulate a suitably scathing response, Keir’s hand wrapped around my cock, stroking with devastating precision that short-circuited whatever remained of my higher brain functions.

His grip was perfect—firm but not too tight, twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way that made my toes curl.

“Stop fighting it,” Keir murmured, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. “Let go, Finn. Let us take care of you.”

“I don’t need—” I started, but the words died in my throat as Logan’s teeth found my earlobe, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain racing down my spine.

“You do need,” Cade corrected, his voice rough with desire as he watched me come undone between them. “You need us. Just as we need you.”

I wanted to argue, to maintain some semblance of the independence I’d cultivated over four years away. But my body had other ideas, arching into their touches, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything they were offering.

The mate bond pulsed between us, stronger than I remembered, dragging me under like a riptide I couldn’t fight.

It was too much—too many sensations, too much pleasure after too long without.

My control slipped, then shattered completely as Keir’s hand moved faster, his thumb swiping over the head of my cock with each upstroke while Logan continued his assault on my nipples.

“That’s it,” Cade encouraged, his eyes never leaving mine as I trembled on the edge. “Let go for us.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure crashing through me with such intensity that my vision blurred at the edges. I came with a cry that Cade swallowed in another demanding kiss, my release spilling hot over Keir’s hand as my body shuddered between them.

As I collapsed back against Logan’s chest, trembling with aftershocks, I expected some teasing comment about my lack of stamina. Instead, all three of them murmured praise against my skin, their hands gentling as they eased me through the intensity of my release.

“Beautiful,” Keir whispered, lifting his hand to his mouth to taste my release with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. “Even better than I remembered.”

“Perfect,” Logan added, his hands still stroking my oversensitive nipples, drawing out the aftershocks. “Our perfect mate.”

“And we’re just getting started,” Cade promised, his eyes darkening with intent. “Four years is a long time to make up for.”

I should have been satisfied, at least temporarily. Instead, I found myself hardening again almost immediately, my body responding to their continued touches with an eagerness that would have been mortifying if they hadn’t looked so pleased about it.

“Already eager for more?” Keir asked, a smile curving his lips as his hand returned to my cock, stroking the half-hard length back to full arousal. “The mate bond knows what you need, even if you’re too stubborn to admit it.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way I spread my legs wider, silently inviting more of his touch. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”

“Four years,” Logan growled against my ear, his hips pressing forward so I could feel the impressive length of his erection against my lower back. “Never again.”

Something in his voice—a raw edge of pain beneath the possessiveness—made my heart clench. I’d hurt them by running. Really hurt them, in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to acknowledge before.

“I want to touch you,” I said suddenly, the words spilling out before I could think better of them. “All of you. Please. And I want… I want to make you feel good. The way you make me feel.”

The effect was immediate and dramatic. All three brothers went still, their eyes darkening with hunger as they exchanged glances over my head in that silent communication thing that still drove me crazy.

“You know we’ve always wanted that,” Cade said carefully, his voice tight with restraint that made something in my chest ache. “But before…”

“We couldn’t let ourselves go that far,” Keir finished when Cade seemed unable to continue. “Our wolves would have demanded to claim you fully, and you weren’t ready.”

“So what you’re saying is,” I clarified, trying to mask my vulnerability with a hint of my usual sass, “your wolves have even worse impulse control than you three? That’s terrifying, considering your track record.”

A ghost of a smile touched Cade’s lips, though his eyes remained dark with hunger. “Our wolves are… less inclined toward patience.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Logan muttered, his fingers digging into my hips.

“But now?” I asked, looking between them, unable to keep the hope from my voice. “Can you… can we…?”

“The bond is stronger now,” Logan confirmed, his hands tightening possessively. “After your confession, after accepting us. Our wolves can accept pleasure without demanding the full claiming.” His lips quirked in a rare smile. “At least for now.”

“So let me get this straight,” I said, finding my footing in the familiar territory of sarcasm, “four years ago, you three were essentially walking around in a permanent state of supernatural blue balls because your wolves couldn’t handle a little delayed gratification?

And now my declaration of undying love was so powerful it fixed the problem? ”

Keir laughed, the sound warming something in my chest. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“A particularly Finn way of putting it,” Logan added, his voice gruff with affection.

“But essentially, yes,” Cade confirmed, his silver eyes darkening with renewed hunger. “The bond is strong enough now that our wolves can accept pleasure without demanding immediate claiming. Though we still can’t complete the full claiming until you can fully shift.”

“Though they’re still going to demand it eventually,” Keir added, his voice dropping to that register that made my toes curl. “Make no mistake about that, little fox.”

A shiver ran through me at the promise in his words. “Well then,” I said, finding my courage in the heat of their gazes, “consider this me making up for lost time. I want to see the mighty Sinclair alphas come undone. All three of you.”

“As if we could deny you anything now,” Keir murmured, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

I looked at the three of them surrounding me on the bed, suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer male beauty at my disposal.

They were gorgeous—all of them, in different but equally devastating ways.

Cade with his aristocratic features and commanding presence, Logan with his rugged masculinity and powerful build, Keir with his golden beauty and deceptive grace.

And they were all mine.

“Too many clothes,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “All of you. Off. Now.”

The brothers exchanged amused glances but complied, stripping with efficient movements that revealed exactly why I’d spent four years trying to forget them.

They were magnificent—all lean muscle and perfect proportions, their bodies honed by years of running as wolves and whatever supernatural genetics blessed the Sinclair line.

I reached for Cade first, drawn to the eldest brother by some instinct I couldn’t name. My hands shook slightly as I ran my fingers over his chest, tracing the contours of muscle beneath warm skin. My mouth went dry at the sight of his cock—thick and long and already hard against his stomach.

“You’re staring,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice despite the tension evident in every line of his body.

“You’re worth staring at,” I replied honestly, lowering myself between his spread legs. “All of you are.”

I wrapped my hand around him, the weight and heat of him familiar yet new.

Four years was a long time, and the techniques that had once come naturally now felt rusty and uncertain.

I leaned forward, taking just the head into my mouth, the taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely Cade—making me moan around him.

“Finn,” he breathed, his hands finding my hair, not guiding but simply holding on as I attempted to take him deeper. The key word being “attempted”—I’d forgotten exactly how substantial he was, and I choked slightly as I tried to take too much too quickly.

Cade’s chuckle was warm with affection. “Easy, little fox. We have all night.”