Page 72 of Bound by Alphas 1: Bound (The Blood Moon Chronicle #3)
“No,” Cade agreed, his hands sliding up to trace gentle circles around Finn’s nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. “But I imagined it. Every day for four years.”
Finn’s breath caught as Cade’s fingers teased the sensitive buds. “Is this supposed to be a bath or a seduction?”
“Both,” Cade replied, turning Finn’s face toward his with gentle pressure on his jaw. “Definitely both.”
Cade claimed Finn’s mouth in a hungry kiss, tongue delving deep to taste the sweetness he’d been denied for too long.
Finn groaned softly against his lips, his body responding with an eagerness that belied his verbal protests.
The kiss deepened, became more demanding, Cade’s teeth nipping at Finn’s lower lip before his tongue soothed the sting.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing harder, Finn’s eyes had darkened with desire. “We just did this last night,” he pointed out, though the breathless quality of his voice undermined any real objection.
“And we’ll do it again,” Cade promised, his voice dropping to a growl that resonated from his chest. “Again and again. We’ve got four years to make up for, little fox. We’re nowhere near done with you.”
His hands continued their exploration, one sliding down to wrap around Finn’s hardening length beneath the water. “We’ll never get enough of you. Of this. Of us.” He pressed another kiss to Finn’s temple, gentler this time. “I love you, Finn. We all do. So much.”
Finn whimpered, the sound caught somewhere between pleasure and vulnerability. “That’s not fair,” he whispered, turning to capture Cade’s mouth in another kiss, as if trying to hide his reaction to the words.
With a smooth movement, Cade turned Finn in his arms until their mate straddled his lap, their cocks pressing together beneath the water. Finn’s arms wound around Cade’s neck, his body arching into the contact with a hunger that matched Cade’s own.
“If we’re going to do this,” Finn murmured against his lips, pulling back just enough to fix Cade with a look that was equal parts desire and exasperation, “let’s just make it a full supernatural marathon.
Call in the reinforcements.” He glanced toward the door.
“Might as well have the whole alpha collection present for this particular bad decision.”
His expression shifted to something more serious, though the heat in his eyes remained.
“And after you three have thoroughly reminded me why wolves are territorial menaces, you’re going to tell me everything you promised—about my parents, about whatever boogeyman is apparently hunting me, about why I occasionally sprout fur accessories.
The complete supernatural encyclopedia, no chapters redacted. ”
Cade couldn’t help but smile at the perfect blend of demand and desire in Finn’s voice. Their mate had always needed to understand everything, to have all the pieces of any puzzle. It was infuriating and endearing in equal measure.
“Fair enough,” he agreed, stealing another quick kiss before reaching through their pack bond. Our little fox is requesting the full alpha experience.
The response was immediate—a wave of hunger and anticipation flooding their connection. Barely thirty seconds later, the bathroom door swung open to reveal Logan and Keir in all their naked glory, not a trace of sleep or hesitation in their eager expressions.
“I heard there was a fox in need of convincing?” Keir asked, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of Finn straddling Cade in the massive tub.
“More like a fox who’s decided to embrace his terrible life choices,” Finn replied, but his snarky tone couldn’t hide the way his pulse jumped or the scent of arousal that spiked in the steamy air as he extended his hand toward them.
“Well? Are you joining this poor decision or just providing commentary?”
Logan and Keir slipped into the water on either side of them, the tub easily accommodating all four men.
Logan immediately pulled Finn from Cade’s lap into his own, claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss that had Finn moaning against his lips.
Keir moved behind Finn, pressing kisses along his shoulders and back, his hands roaming over their mate’s body with possessive hunger.
Cade watched them, satisfaction and desire mingling in his veins as his brothers worshipped their mate. This was how it should be—all of them together, connected, whole.
When Logan finally released Finn’s mouth, Finn leaned back against Keir’s chest, turning his head to capture the youngest brother’s lips in a deep, exploring kiss.
Logan took advantage of the new position to trail hot kisses down Finn’s neck and chest, his mouth finding one of Finn’s nipples and teasing it with teeth and tongue.
Finn gasped into Keir’s mouth, his body arching into Logan’s attentions, caught between the two brothers in a way that made Cade’s cock throb with renewed hunger. The sight of their mate surrendering so completely to their touch, to their love, was intoxicating.
When they finally broke apart, all breathing hard, Keir moved to lift Finn from the water, setting him on the edge of the tub. With gentle pressure, he spread Finn’s legs, positioning himself between them as he looked up at their mate with hunger in his eyes.
“Let me taste you,” Keir murmured, his hands sliding up Finn’s thighs with possessive intent.
Finn’s breath caught, his cock hardening further under Keir’s gaze. “Yes,” he whispered, the single word carrying all the permission Keir needed.
Keir leaned forward, his tongue tracing a path from base to tip before taking Finn fully into his mouth. The sight was mesmerizing—Keir’s lips stretched around Finn’s length, their mate’s head falling back in pleasure, water droplets glistening on his skin in the morning light.
Logan moved to capture Finn’s mouth again, swallowing his moans as Keir worked him with practiced skill. Cade remained where he was, watching, his hand moving to his own cock as he stroked himself in time with Keir’s movements.
The bond between them hummed with shared pleasure, each of them feeling echoes of the others’ sensations. Cade could almost taste Finn on his tongue, could feel the heat of Logan’s kiss, could sense the weight of Finn in Keir’s mouth. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, perfect.
Logan broke the kiss, his eyes dark with hunger as he stood, bringing his cock level with Finn’s face. Without hesitation, Finn reached for him, his artist’s hands—smaller and more delicate than any of theirs—wrapping around Logan’s impressive length.
“Fuck,” Logan growled, the word torn from his throat as Finn stroked him with the same precision he used when wielding a paintbrush. “Missed those hands.”
Finn’s lips curved in a smile that was both innocent and wicked before he leaned forward, taking Logan into his mouth with eager hunger.
The contrast was striking—Finn’s smaller frame between Logan’s powerful thighs, his lips stretched wide around Logan’s cock, his eyes closed in concentration as he took him deeper.
For Logan, the sensation was almost overwhelming.
Four years of denial, of restraint, of stopping before completion every time—all of it crashed through him as Finn’s mouth worked him with devoted attention.
The wet heat, the suction, the way Finn’s tongue traced patterns along the underside—it was everything he’d dreamed about during those long, frustrated nights when he’d had to shift and run for miles just to calm his wolf.
His hands found Finn’s hair, not guiding but anchoring himself as pleasure built at the base of his spine. Through their bond, he could feel his brothers’ arousal, their anticipation, their shared joy at finally—finally—being able to find release with their mate.
“Finn,” he groaned, the name both warning and prayer. “I’m close. So close.”
All the while, Keir continued his attentions below, his mouth working Finn with relentless skill, his hands gripping Finn’s thighs to hold him in place. The sight of their mate caught between them, giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure, sent heat coursing through Cade’s veins.
This was what they had waited for, what they had dreamed of during those long years apart. Their mate, surrendering to them completely, accepting their love and claiming his place among them.
Cade stroked himself faster, his eyes never leaving the tableau before him.
He loved watching Finn like this—lost in pleasure, all defenses down, his face and body expressing everything he sometimes struggled to say in words.
The love in his eyes when he looked at them, the trust in his surrender, the way he gave himself to them without reservation now that he understood the truth of their feelings.
Finn’s rhythm faltered as Keir’s attentions intensified, his body tensing in that familiar way that signaled his approaching climax. He pulled back from Logan’s cock, gasping for breath, his hands still working the shaft as his body trembled on the edge.
“Keir,” he moaned, the name both warning and plea. “I’m going to?—”
Keir responded by taking him deeper, his hands tightening on Finn’s thighs as he urged him toward release. Logan’s hand tangled in Finn’s hair, not forcing but guiding, his eyes fixed on their mate’s face with hungry intensity.
Finn came with a cry that echoed off the marble walls, his body arching as pleasure crashed through him. Keir took everything he had to give, his throat working as he swallowed, his hands gentle now as he eased Finn through the intensity of his release.
For Keir, the taste of Finn’s release was like coming home—sweet and perfect and everything he’d been denied for too long.
As he swallowed, he felt a primal satisfaction that went beyond physical pleasure.
Their mate was giving himself to them completely, allowing them to taste him, to take part of him into themselves, strengthening the bond between them in the most intimate way possible.