Page 73 of Bound by Alphas 1: Bound (The Blood Moon Chronicle #3)

The sight of Finn’s face in ecstasy—eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed with pleasure—was enough to bring Logan to the edge. He guided himself back to Finn’s mouth, his control finally, gloriously shattered after four years of painful restraint.

“Please,” he growled, the word barely human as his wolf rose closer to the surface. “Need to—need you?—”

Finn, still trembling from his own release, opened his mouth without hesitation, taking Logan in again with renewed devotion. His hands gripped Logan’s thighs, urging him deeper, silently giving permission for what they both needed.

Logan’s release hit him with the force of a tidal wave—years of denial crashing through him as pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced tore through his body. He came with a roar that shook the bathroom walls, his release flooding Finn’s mouth in hot pulses that seemed endless.

The sensation was transcendent—not just physical pleasure, but a soul-deep completion that resonated through their bond.

After years of stopping short, of denying himself this final connection, the relief was almost painful in its intensity.

His wolf howled in triumph as Finn swallowed everything he had to give, accepting his mark, his claim, his love.

Cade watched, his own arousal reaching painful levels as his brother found release in their mate’s willing mouth.

The sight of Logan’s face—transformed by pleasure, all control abandoned—was beautiful in its vulnerability.

Through their bond, he could feel echoes of Logan’s release, could sense the profound relief and joy that flooded through him as years of restraint finally broke.

As Logan collapsed back, trembling with aftershocks, Finn turned his attention to Cade, his eyes dark with renewed hunger despite his recent climax. Without a word, he slid from the edge of the tub back into the water, moving with graceful purpose until he knelt between Cade’s spread thighs.

“Your turn,” he murmured, his voice rough from Logan’s use, his eyes never leaving Cade’s as he wrapped his hand around Cade’s length.

For Cade, the sight of Finn like this—willing, eager, his lips still glistening with traces of Logan’s release—was almost enough to undo him completely.

He’d spent four years watching over their mate from a distance, maintaining control when every instinct screamed to claim what was his.

Now, with Finn looking up at him with such open devotion, that control was rapidly unraveling.

“Finn,” he breathed, his hand finding Finn’s hair, cradling rather than gripping. “You don’t have to?—”

“I want to,” Finn interrupted, his expression leaving no room for argument. “I want to taste you. All of you. Please, Cade.”

The plea in his voice, the raw need, broke the last of Cade’s restraint. He nodded, unable to form words as Finn leaned forward, taking him into the wet heat of his mouth with a moan of approval that vibrated through Cade’s entire body.

The sensation was exquisite—Finn’s mouth working him with devoted attention, his hands stroking what wouldn’t fit, his eyes closed in concentration as he took Cade deeper with each bob of his head.

After years of holding back, of never allowing himself to find release with their mate, the pleasure was almost too intense to bear.

Keir moved behind Finn, his hands roaming over their mate’s body with possessive intent, his mouth finding the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder that always made Finn shiver.

The three of them moved together in perfect harmony, connected through touch and bond and love in a way that transcended mere physical pleasure.

For Cade, the rising tide of his release felt like coming home after a long, painful exile.

Every nerve ending sang with pleasure, every cell in his body focused on the point where he and Finn connected.

Through their bond, he could feel Finn’s satisfaction, his joy at bringing them pleasure, his love for all three of them flowing freely now that the misunderstandings had been cleared.

“Close,” Cade warned, his voice strained as pleasure coiled tighter at the base of his spine. “Finn, I’m going to?—”

Finn responded by taking him deeper, his hands gripping Cade’s thighs in silent encouragement.

The sight of him—so beautiful, so willing, so perfectly theirs—was the final push Cade needed.

His release crashed through him with devastating force, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain as years of restraint finally broke.

He came with a growl that was pure alpha, his release flooding Finn’s mouth in hot pulses that seemed to go on forever. His wolf howled in triumph as Finn swallowed everything he had to give, accepting his mark, his claim, making himself theirs in the most primal way possible.

The sensation went beyond physical pleasure—it was completion, homecoming, the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.

For four long years, Cade had maintained iron control, had denied himself this ultimate connection with their mate.

Now, as pleasure crashed through him in waves, he felt whole in a way he hadn’t since Finn had left.

As he collapsed back against the edge of the tub, trembling with aftershocks, Finn turned his attention to Keir, who was watching with eyes that glowed electric blue with barely contained need.

Without a word, Finn moved to straddle him, their cocks pressing together beneath the water as he claimed Keir’s mouth in a deep, exploring kiss.

Keir groaned into the kiss, his hands finding Finn’s hips, guiding him into a rhythm that had them both gasping with renewed arousal. Through their bond, Cade could feel Keir’s desperate need, his wolf closer to the surface than either of theirs had been.

“Need you,” Keir murmured against Finn’s lips, the words half plea, half demand. “Need to mark you. Need everyone to know you’re ours.”

Finn nodded, understanding the primal need behind the words. “Yes,” he whispered, sliding down Keir’s body until he knelt between his thighs. “Mark me. Make me yours.”

For Keir, those words were everything he'd dreamed of hearing for far longer than the four years they'd been apart. His control, already fragile, shattered completely as Finn took him into his mouth with eager devotion. The wet heat, the suction, the way Finn’s tongue traced patterns along the underside—it was heaven after years of hell.

Unlike his brothers, Keir had always been more open with his emotions, less able to hide behind a mask of control.

Now, as pleasure built with each bob of Finn’s head, he made no attempt to restrain his reactions.

His moans echoed off the marble walls, his hands tangled in Finn’s hair, his hips making small, aborted movements as he fought to maintain some semblance of gentleness.

“Perfect,” he gasped, watching Finn take him deeper with each movement. “So perfect for us. Love you so much.”

The words spilled from him without filter, raw and honest and filled with years of longing. Through their bond, he could feel his brothers’ satisfaction, their contentment, their shared joy at finally having their mate back where he belonged.

For Keir, each pulse of pleasure felt like a dam breaking after years of pressure.

Every nerve ending sang with pleasure, every cell in his body focused on the point where he and Finn connected.

The sight of their mate on his knees before him, willingly giving himself in the most intimate way possible, was almost too much to bear.

“Finn,” he warned, his voice breaking on the name as pleasure coiled tighter at the base of his spine. “I’m going to?—”

Finn responded by taking him deeper, hollowing his cheeks in a way that had Keir seeing stars. Unlike his more controlled brothers, Keir couldn’t hold back the broken sounds that escaped him, couldn’t maintain the facade of alpha discipline as pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo.

“Finn,” he gasped, his voice breaking as his hips bucked involuntarily. “I can’t— I’m?—”

His release hit him like lightning striking earth—sudden, electric, and transformative.

Where Cade’s had been powerful and controlled even in surrender, Keir’s was wild and uninhibited, his entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

He came with Finn’s name on his lips like a prayer, his release spilling into the warm haven of Finn’s mouth as colors exploded behind his closed eyelids.

His wolf surged forward, closer to the surface than ever before, not fighting for control but celebrating this primal claiming of their mate.

For Keir, who had always felt emotions more intensely than his brothers, the sensation was transcendent—like diving into sunlight after years in shadow, like breathing properly for the first time since Finn had left.

As Finn swallowed around him, accepting everything he had to give, Keir felt tears spring to his eyes—not from physical sensation alone, but from the overwhelming emotion of finally, finally being able to share this most intimate connection with the mate he’d loved and lost and found again.

Where his brothers had found completion, Keir found redemption—for the years he hadn’t fought hard enough to keep Finn, for the misunderstandings he hadn’t corrected, for the love he’d felt but hadn’t properly expressed.

Now, as pleasure radiated through every cell of his body, he felt reborn, renewed, restored to the person he was meant to be.

As Finn collapsed back, trembling and spent, all three brothers moved to support him, guiding him back into their arms. Cade pulled him close, cradling him against his chest as Finn’s breathing gradually slowed.

“That was…” Finn managed, his voice rough from their use. “Wow.”

Cade chuckled, pressing a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “For us too,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how long we’ve waited to be able to let go like that with you.”

“To mark you,” Logan added, his hand possessive on Finn’s hip. “To claim you in every way possible.”

“To finally feel complete,” Keir finished, his expression open and vulnerable in a way that made Finn’s heart ache. “These past four years… it’s been like living with only half a soul.”

Finn’s eyes widened at the raw honesty in their voices. “I didn’t realize,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “That it was like that for you too.”

“Worse,” Cade admitted, his arms tightening around their mate. “Because we knew what we were missing. We remembered what it felt like to be whole, to be connected to you. And then you were gone.”

“But now you’re home,” Logan said, the words both statement and promise. “Where you belong. With us.”

Finn’s expression softened as he looked between them, something vulnerable and precious in his eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, the words no longer forced or frightened. “All of you. I’ve loved you for so long.”

“We know,” Logan murmured, his hand stroking Finn’s hair with gentle possessiveness. “We’ve always known.”

“And we love you,” Keir added, pressing a kiss to Finn’s shoulder. “More than you can imagine.”

“Always have,” Cade confirmed, his arms tightening around their mate. “Always will.”

Finn’s smile was like the sun breaking through clouds—radiant, warm, illuminating their very souls. For a moment, they simply existed together in that perfect bubble of connection, four hearts beating in rhythm, four souls intertwined.

Then Finn’s stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment and drawing laughter from all of them.

“Breakfast,” Cade decided, pressing one more kiss to Finn’s lips before standing, water cascading off his muscular body. “Then we talk. About everything.”

Finn nodded, allowing Logan to help him from the tub, his movements languid with satisfaction. “Everything,” he agreed, his expression turning serious despite his relaxed posture. “No more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” Cade promised, wrapping a towel around Finn’s shoulders before claiming one more kiss. “Just truth. Just us. Just home.”

As they moved back into the bedroom, Cade felt a sense of rightness settle over him.

Their mate was home, the bond between them stronger than ever, their love finally acknowledged and returned.

Whatever darkness awaited them, whatever revelations the day would bring, they would face it together—as a pack, as mates, as family.

For the first time in four years, they were complete.