Page 69 of Bound by Alphas 1: Bound (The Blood Moon Chronicle #3)

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I pulled back, catching my breath. “It’s been a while,” I muttered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m out of practice.”

“You’re perfect,” he assured me, his thumb tracing my lower lip with tenderness that made my chest ache. “Just take your time.”

I tried again, more carefully this time, using my hand to cover what my mouth couldn’t. The rhythm was awkward at first, but muscle memory gradually returned as I hollowed my cheeks around him, my tongue tracing the prominent vein on the underside.

“That’s it,” Cade encouraged, his voice strained despite his impressive control. “Just like that.”

I fell into a rhythm, alternating between shallow and deep, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. Cade’s breathing grew more ragged, but he maintained his control with impressive discipline, his hands gentle in my hair even as the tension in his thighs betrayed his growing need.

Before I could bring him to the edge, I felt strong hands on my shoulders, pulling me away. Logan’s impatience was evident in every line of his body as he turned me toward him, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger.

“My turn,” he growled against my lips, the taste of Cade still on my tongue. “Been waiting too damn long.”

Without waiting for a response, he guided me down to his cock—thicker than Cade’s, with a prominent head that stretched my lips almost painfully as I took him in. Where Cade had been patient, Logan was demanding, his hands in my hair more directive, though still careful not to hurt me.

“Fuck, Finn,” he groaned as I took him deeper, my jaw already aching from the stretch. “Your mouth. Missed this. Missed you.”

I hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration drawing a strangled curse from him. His taste was different from Cade’s—earthier, more primal somehow. I used every trick I could remember, my hand working what wouldn’t fit, which was a substantial portion given his size.

As I worked Logan with my mouth, I felt the bed shift behind me.

Keir’s hands found my hips, lifting them slightly, while Cade moved beneath me, his mouth finding my cock with unerring precision.

The dual sensations—Logan’s thickness stretching my lips while Cade’s talented mouth enveloped me—made my fox features emerge in a rush of silver light, ears sprouting from my head, tail materializing behind me.

“Beautiful,” Keir murmured, his hands finding my newly manifested tail, stroking the sensitive fur in a way that made me whimper around Logan’s cock. “So beautiful for us.”

The position grew uncomfortable quickly, my arms trembling with the effort of holding myself up while pleasuring Logan. Cade seemed to sense this, sliding out from under me and guiding me onto my back, my head hanging slightly off the edge of the bed.

Logan didn’t waste a moment, positioning himself above me, his cock sliding back between my lips in a new angle that let him go deeper.

From this position, I could see the powerful muscles of his thighs and stomach, the way his chest heaved with each controlled breath, the intensity in his amber eyes as he watched his cock disappear into my mouth.

Cade knelt between my spread legs, his mouth returning to my cock with renewed enthusiasm.

Keir moved to my side, his lips finding my nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive buds before his tongue soothed the sting.

The triple assault was overwhelming—Logan’s thickness filling my mouth, Cade’s talented tongue working magic on my cock, Keir’s teeth and lips teasing my chest.

My fox tail thrashed behind me, betraying my rising pleasure as Cade’s skilled mouth brought me closer to the edge. He seemed to sense it, pulling back just before I could tip over, drawing a whine of frustration from my throat that vibrated around Logan’s cock.

“Not yet,” Cade murmured against my inner thigh, his breath hot against sensitive skin. “We’re just getting started.”

Logan withdrew from my mouth, allowing me to catch my breath as he moved to join Cade between my legs.

The two of them worked in perfect tandem, trading places with practiced ease—Cade’s mouth on my cock, then Logan’s, then both together in a way that had me arching off the bed with a cry of shocked pleasure.

Keir took advantage of my now-free mouth, his cock sliding between my lips as he leaned over me in a sixty-nine position.

From this angle, I could barely take him at all, but he didn’t seem to mind, his groans of approval vibrating through his chest as I used my tongue to trace patterns around the sensitive head.

The sensations were overwhelming—three alphas focused entirely on my pleasure, their hands and mouths working with devastating precision. My fox features became more pronounced, my tail thrashing wildly as they brought me to the edge again and again, only to back off just before I could fall.

“Please,” I begged when Keir withdrew to let me breathe, my voice wrecked and desperate. “Please, I need?—”

“We know what you need,” Cade assured me, his finger pressing inside me with careful precision, finding that spot that made me see stars. “And we’ll give it to you. When you’re ready.”

“I am ready,” I insisted, my hips bucking as Logan’s mouth returned to my cock, taking me deep in one smooth motion. “Please, I can’t— It’s too much.”

“Just a little more,” Keir promised, his mouth finding my fox ears, teeth grazing the sensitive fur in a way that sent sparks of pleasure racing down my spine. “You can take it.”

They worked me over with relentless precision, three alphas with supernatural stamina and decades of experience reducing me to a trembling, begging mess.

By the time they finally allowed me release, I was sobbing with need, my fox tail thrashing wildly, my claws—when had those emerged? —digging into the sheets.

“Now,” Cade commanded, and Logan took me to the root, his throat constricting around the head of my cock as Cade’s finger pressed firmly against my prostate and Keir’s teeth found that spot just below my ear that always drove me crazy.

The orgasm that tore through me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—a white-hot explosion of pleasure that started at my core and radiated outward until every nerve ending was alight with sensation.

I came with a scream that might have contained their names, my body arching off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me.

As I collapsed back onto the mattress, trembling and utterly spent, I became aware that all three brothers were still hard, their cocks flushed dark with need but their control unbroken. Even after everything, they were still holding back, still maintaining that impressive alpha discipline.

“Seriously?” I managed, my voice hoarse from screaming. “None of you came? What are you, supernatural sex robots?”

Logan’s laugh was strained but genuine. “Just getting started, little fox.”

Before I could process that alarming statement, he was lifting me, arranging me so I straddled his lap, my back against his chest. His cock pressed hot and hard against my lower back, a constant reminder of his unrelieved need.

“Feel what you do to us,” he murmured against my ear, his hand wrapping around my oversensitive cock, which was already hardening again despite my recent release. “Feel how much we want you.”

Keir moved between my spread legs, his mouth finding my cock with unerring precision. At the same time, Cade knelt beside us, his cock level with my mouth, an unspoken invitation in his silver eyes.

I reached for him eagerly, taking him between my lips with renewed enthusiasm. I used one hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit, the other reaching for Keir, fingers wrapping around his length as he continued to work magic with his mouth.

The position was impossibly erotic—Logan behind me, his cock pressing against my back; Cade in my mouth, his taste now familiar and intoxicating; Keir between my legs, his talented tongue bringing me back to hardness with embarrassing speed; and my hands full of alpha, stroking them both in rhythm with my mouth.

Logan’s hands roamed my chest, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds until I was whimpering around Cade’s cock. His hips made small, aborted movements against my back, his restraint evident in the tension of his powerful thighs on either side of mine.

“Want to feel you,” he growled against my ear, his hand replacing Keir’s mouth on my cock. “Want to feel you come apart again.”

He arranged us so our cocks lined up, his hand large enough to wrap around both, stroking with a firm, steady rhythm that had me gasping around Cade. The friction was exquisite—the hot, hard length of him sliding against mine, his hand providing the perfect pressure.

Keir moved up, positioning himself where I could reach him more easily. I stroked both brothers in tandem, my mouth on Cade, my hand on Keir, while Logan continued his relentless rhythm on our cocks.

The sensations built quickly—too quickly, embarrassingly quickly. I tried to hold back, to match their impressive stamina, but it was futile. With three alphas focused entirely on my pleasure, I was helpless to resist the rising tide.

“Let go,” Cade encouraged, his voice strained despite his control. “Let us see you fall apart again.”

I came with a muffled cry around Cade’s cock, my release spilling over Logan’s hand and both our stomachs. Logan’s rhythm never faltered, stroking me through the aftershocks until I was trembling with oversensitivity.

“Enough,” I gasped, pulling off Cade’s cock to catch my breath. “You three and your supernatural stamina. It’s not fair.”

“Never claimed to be fair,” Logan murmured against my neck, his hand still moving slowly, drawing out the last tremors of my release.