Page 89 of Bound in Blood

Behind Logan, Mateo let out a low, exhausted groan, his chest still rising and falling unevenly. He slid out of Logan slowly, hissing softly at the newfound sensitivity. Logan whimpered at the loss, body shivering from overuse and pleasure-drunk exhaustion. His legs and arms, no longer held up by his mates, collapsed from under him almost instantly, his body hitting the bed with a softthumpas his eyes slid closed.

Mateo huffed, half amused, half exhausted as he collapsed beside Logan, slinging a heavy arm over his waist. His fingers pressed possessively into Logan’s skin, like he had one thought left in his head and it was to stake his claim.

Marco smoothed a gentle hand down Logan’s spine, his touch soothing and steady, nothing like the brutal pace that had been set moments ago. He pressed a lingering kiss to Logan’s shoulder blade, murmuring soft words in Italian.

Logan groaned weakly, too spent to process anything. Marco could have been speaking clear, unaccented English for all he knew, and he’d still not understand a word of it. His mind floated somewhere hazy, warm, and disconnected from reality.The bond hummed between them, pulsing with a general consensus of contentment.

Mateo let out a low chuckle near Logan’s ear, lips brushing lazily against the lobe, “Did we break you,tesoro?”His voice was soft and teasing with an unmistakable undercurrent of pride.

“I think I saw God,” Logan mumbled, voice mostly unintelligible, punctuated with a sound thatalmostcould pass as a breathless laugh.

Marco, finally sliding down the bed and finding his place on the other side of Logan, let out a sound Logan could only translate assmugas he pulled the bedsheets around the three of them, lifting Logan’s head slightly to rest his arm underneath it.

“Give me like… five minutes to rest before y’all start getting all arrogant about it.Please,” Logan groaned in protest, swatting at Marco’s chest half-heartedly.

“I didn’t say anything,amore.” Marco exhaled a laugh.

“You thought it so loud I could have heard it from Mars.” Logan shifted slightly, snuggling into Marco’s chest.

Mateo let out a wicked chuckle, tucking himself closer against Logan’s back, arm tightening around his waist, “Fine, what’s five minutes to eternity? Sleep well tonight, then you’ll never hear the end of it.”

Logan’s body melted against them, all soft warmth and sated exhaustion. “Yeah, yeah. So impressive. Amazing stamina, sexual prowess Zeus would be jealous of. I’m in awe,” he muttered, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Marco huffed a quiet laugh, fingers splaying over Logan’s ribs. “You joke, but we all know the truth,amore mio.”

Logan tilted his head up slightly, like he might look up at Marco if he had the strength to open his eyes. “Yeah, and what’s that?”

Marco’s lips ghosted against his forehead. “That you love being ours.”

Logan sighed, saying nothing, letting himself slip a bit further into the warmth of them. He felt Mateo grin against the back of his neck at his silence.

“Yeah,” Mateo’s voice was filled with satisfaction, “That’s what we thought.”

Marco pulled the blankets up a little higher, pressing a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Dormi bene, amore.?*”

Logan allowed himself to follow one last command, drifting off, safe between the two people who had somehow so quickly become his everything.

* So beautiful

* Holy Christ

* You’re so tight

* Holy shit, love…you drive me crazy.

* Fuck

* Fucking perfect

* God, Marco, do you feel it? Do you feel it too?

* Good, my love

* Sleep well, love.

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