Page 30 of Bound in Blood (Vampires of Boston #1)

Logan’s breath stuttered somewhere between a surprised gasp and a needy moan, but Marco refused to let him escape. His grip tightened, his free hand threading through the curls of Logan’s hair, his blunt teeth scraping against Logan’s bottom lip just enough to draw blood.

And then… fuck— and then…

Mateo’s hands sliding up Logan’s newly exposed thighs.

He took his time, and Logan tried really hard not to think about the fact that, despite all their attempts, this was the first time either of them had seen Logan naked.

Mateo’s thumbs burned holes where they traced Logan’s upper thighs, his hip bones, everywhere but where Logan desperately needed to be touched.

Mateo exhaled, hot and teasing, his breath ghosting over Logan’s skin.

Logan was like… eight months removed from any orgasm that wasn’t self-inflicted, so he refused to be embarrassed when his back arched off the bed at the mere tease of contact.

The groan that escaped his throat was incredibly pathetic, but Marco swallowed it down greedily, deepening their kiss with a satisfied hum.

At least Logan hadn’t fully humiliated himself yet.

He might, the second Mateo finally stopped teasing and touched him, but that was beside the point.

Mateo settled his body between Logan’s thighs, watching Logan tremble like the most pathetic virgin on the planet.

Marco pulled back from Logan’s mouth, nipping at his jaw, allowing Logan to whisper a desperate “Please…” into the still air.

He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for, just that he needed it.

Like he was waiting on Logan to ask, Mateo moved instantly, taking Logan’s cock deep into his mouth, swallowing him down like it was nothing.

Logan nearly blacked out.

His head snapped back, a strangled moan tearing from his throat, spine and hips arching off the bed as Mateo worked him with his tongue.

“Oh, f—” Logan couldn’t even get the words out before Marco is on him, sliding a hand behind his neck, gripping the curls there, holding Logan in place.

Mateo moaned around him, like he was enjoying giving more than Logan was receiving, which is fucking impossible because Logan felt himself teetering on the edge of the most explosive orgasm he’d ever felt in his life, and fuck he had to warn Mateo, he had to…

Big mistake.

The second Logan’s fingers tangled in Mateo’s hair, Mateo doubled down.

He hummed, deep in his throat, somehow managing to take Logan deeper, Logan’s cock hitting the back of Mateo’s throat.

Mateo’s tongue pressed flat against him, finding every single spot Logan was most sensitive over and over and over.

Logan whined.

He actually fucking whined.

Vaguely, he felt Marco shifting beside him.

Through a haze of lust, he heard the distinct sound of a zipper, pants being kicked off, Marco coming back, closer, taking one of Logan’s hands, guiding it down, wrapping Logan’s fingers around his own cock.

It twitched against Logan’s grip, letting Logan know he wasn’t the only one so affected by all of this.

“We’re not done yet,” Marco murmured, voice molten, guiding Logan’s hand to stroke him just how he liked it, “Be good for me.”

Logan barely had the presence of mind to do anything but obey Marco’s request, not when Mateo was still wrecking him, pulling him apart at the seams, determined to drive him over the edge through any means necessary.

His fingers twitched around Marco’s cock, and Marco hummed, low and pleased, dragging his teeth over Logan’s jaw.

“Just like that, Logan,” Marco purred, breath hot on Logan’s jaw. “You’re doing so good.”

Logan barely registered how good it felt to be praised by Marco before Mateo did some evil, devastating swirl with his tongue that made Logan’s entire body lock up.

He gasped, shuddering, fingers tightening their grip around Marco on instinct, earning a sharp exhale from the vampire at his side.

A chain reaction of pleasure, all at Logan’s expense.

“Fuck,” Marco muttered, and Logan felt his control fraying through the edges of the bond. His hips jerked into Logan’s grip, pupils swallowing up the gold of his eyes.

Mateo, the evil bastard, hummed around Logan’s dick like he knew exactly how close Logan was. His hand tightened on Logan’s thigh, nails pressing just enough to anchor him, like he wouldn’t allow Logan his release until he said so.

Logan was falling apart.

The pleasure was overwhelming, like a spark catching and catching and catching but never quite erupting, never giving Logan that release he was so desperate for.

Mateo knew exactly what he was doing, holding Logan right there on the edge. Keeping him teetering between pleasure and desperation. Drawing it all out just to be cruel.

Marco, watching from the side, let out a soft knowing hum.

He’d had his moment of weakness, and unlike Logan, he was back in control, fingers tightening just a bit around Logan’s hand, guiding him to a rhythm that had his breath catching in his throat.

“He wants you to beg for it,” Marco murmured, like his pupils hadn’t blown wide, like his vampiric tendencies weren’t betraying how close he was. “Isn’t that right, Mateo?”

Mateo laughed around Logan, vibration shooting directly up Logan’s spine, pulling another shuddering moan from his lips.

Logan struggled to focus, his tongue cutting on one of his fangs (when had his fangs dropped?) because he was so sick of waiting, he needed release.

And fuck Mateo for thinking he could make Logan beg for it.

Before Logan could second-guess himself, his free hand reached out, gripping Mateo’s hair like a vice, pulling him down just a little harder, a little deeper. Mateo choked, for half a second, fingers digging into Logan’s thighs like he was shocked at Logan’s betrayal.

Marco laughed, clearly delighted by this development. “You shut him up.”

Mateo pulled off with a wet, gasping breath (that Logan knew he didn’t even need, the dramatic asshole.) His lips were slick, his eyes blown wide. He looked stunned, like he couldn’t believe Logan had just done that.

Logan smirked down at him, fingers still in his hair, though gentler now. For the first time all night, Mateo was the one having trouble keeping his footing. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, glaring up at Logan, like he was deciding between biting him and kissing him.

“Dick,” he growled.

“Don’t like it when the tables turn?” Logan mocked, feeling a little confident now that he wasn’t right on the edge of orgasm. He tightened his grip in Mateo’s hair, holding him in place and… Oh. Mateo’s pupils flickered, his breath stuttered again. He liked this.

Logan felt it like an electric spike of want, hitting the bond like a live wire. It was intoxicating, the way Mateo shuddered under his grip. Logan wouldn’t consider himself dominant usually, but there was something about shocking the confidence out of Mateo that felt so fucking good.

Mateo liked it, and Logan liked that he liked it.

Logan tsked , pulling Mateo’s hair, forcing him to look up at him. It was incredibly sexy, seeing Mateo’s face so near Logan’s cock, knowing he could make him swallow it back down if he wanted to. But he refrained. “Looks like someone’s not as in control as he thought.”

Mateo’s nostrils flared. “Don’t test my patience, tesoro. ”

Logan wasn’t given much opportunity to revel in his small victory before Marco decided he’d had enough.

One second, Logan was in control and the next, Marco was behind him, yanking him into a sitting position, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him flush against his body.

The shift was so sudden, so smooth, that Logan’s brain short-circuited as it tried to keep up.

“Cute. But you got too cocky, caro, ” he purred into Logan’s ear, his breath fanning across Logan's throat. His fingers splayed wide across Logan’s stomach, holding him still, snapping any lingering illusion of Logan’s control.

Then, Marco bit him.

Fangs pierced skin and held there, just enough to give Logan that pleasure-soaked feeling of vampire venom infecting his blood. He hadn’t been able to properly enjoy it before, when he hadn’t known what was going on. But fuck, now he could revel in it.

Logan’s head lolled back against Marco’s shoulder as a broken sound escaped his lips.

Every nerve in his body lit up, every sensation sharpened.

Mateo’s back on him in an instant, taking him back into his mouth without hesitation.

No more teasing, no more waiting. Just heat and pressure and pure, relentless focus.

Vaguely, Logan felt like a puppet, his body being moved and adjusted and used without his input. His entire body was limp and pliant in their grip, every ounce of tension drained from him as pleasure took over completely.

Marco hummed against Logan’s throat, vibrations spiking straight down Logan’s spine.

His fangs retracted, his tongue swiping over the puncture wounds, the sensation dizzying.

Too much and not enough, all at once. Logan shuttered, hands twitching uselessly, trying his best to both grind forward into Mateo and backward into Marco all at once.

Mateo’s pace picked up, determined, like he wanted to wreck Logan, to drag him right over the edge and keep him there.

Logan whimpered, actually fucking whimpered, because he could feel how much they loved this.

How much they loved seeing him like this.

Logan’s fingers spasmed, a choked sound escaping his throat as the pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, sharper.

His vision whited out at the edges, the bond taking his pleasure and amplifying it with Marco and Mateo’s, his body trembling beneath them as?—

“Come for us, Logan,” Marco’s command was low and dark and absolute and fuck who was Logan if not an instrument to obey his every request.

Logan shattered.

His entire body locked up, pleasure snapping tight before exploding through him like a precision missile.

A strangled moan tore from his throat as his orgasm crashed into him like a fucking tidal wave.

He shuddered, his body caught in the throes of overwhelming sensation, and for a moment, he was convinced that it was all so good it had blinded him.

Mateo groaned against him, taking everything, swallowing him down like it was his favorite fucking thing in the world, fingers gripping Logan’s thigh hard enough to bruise. Logan couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but lie boneless against Marco’s chest.

Logan shuddered again, wrung out and shaking, as Mateo slid him out of his mouth with a quiet pop , the last waves of his orgasm crashing over him like aftershocks of an earthquake.

Somewhere in the haze, he felt Mateo pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to his inner thigh, Marco’s hand constant and firm against his stomach as his blunt teeth toyed with Logan’s earlobe.

The bond between them hummed, quiet and warm and sated, not just with Logan’s pleasure, but with theirs, a deep, molten satisfaction shared between the three of them.

He blinked, contented, world still swimming around him, limbs heavy and spent as he relaxed deeper into Marco’s hold.

Something nagged at the back of his mind, like he’d forgotten something important, but he was feeling warm for the first time since he’d turned, and his mind felt so wonderfully muddled, and who cared what he’d forgotten, it could clearly wait until tomorrow.

But…

His foggy mind grasped onto something, something important.

Had Marco and Mateo?

His eyes fluttered open, trying to focus. Marco is watching him, golden eyes soft but unreadable. Logan frowned, voice wrecked and slightly hoarse as he managed, “Wait…”

Marco hummed in quiet amusement, fingers tracing lazy, grounding patterns against Logan’s ribs. Logan shifted against him, still sluggish but needing to confirm how majorly he’d fucked up.

He’d barely touched Marco. He hadn’t touched Mateo, sans hair pulling. That wasn’t fair, was it? They deserved to feel good, too.

“Quit worrying, Logan,” Mateo purred, sliding up the bed. When had he removed his own pants? How out of it had Logan been?

“You should get off, too,” Logan mumbled, his voice unsteady, like he wanted to offer but wasn’t sure on the follow-through.

Marco chuckled against his skin, slow and indulgent, fingers brushing along Logan’s ribs, “You’re so adorable.” He said the word ‘adorable’ like it was a synonym of ‘naive’ and Logan wasn’t quite sure if he should be offended, until Marco added, “We already did.”

Logan’s breath caught, his foggy, orgasm-drunk mind stumbling over the words like they didn’t quite make sense. They… what?

He blinked, brain sluggish as it tried to keep up.

He was vaguely aware that both of them look incredibly amused.

Mateo propped himself up on one elbow beside Logan, golden eyes watching him like he was waiting on Logan to solve a math equation the entire rest of the class figured out twenty minutes ago.

“You… you mean?” Logan swallowed, eyes darting between them. Surely Marco was lying for Logan’s benefit, right?

“You fell apart so fucking pretty for us, tesoro. ” Mateo’s voice was all lazy amusement, teasing but warm. He traced Logan’s lips with the pad of his pinkie finger. “Didn’t take much after that.”

Logan opened his mouth, closed it, then thought better and opened it again. “Next time, I want?—”

“You’ll have plenty of chance,” Marco murmured, tucking a curl behind Logan’s ear. “Tonight was just for you.”

Logan felt the bond humming its quiet agreement, wrapping around the three of them like a warm blanket. It wasn’t just words. They meant it.

“Next time,” Logan repeated, sleepily, as Marco shifted them both downward. He vaguely registered a pillow being fluffed under his head. Fingers being curled around his hip bone. A Marco-scented mass pressing against his back.

“We’ll hold you to it,” Mateo promised, pressing a kiss to Logan’s forehead.

The sun came up somewhere outside, and Logan got the best sleep of his fucking life.