Page 42 of Bound in Blood (Vampires of Boston #1)
“You look so beautiful like this, tesoro, ” Mateo murmured, voice dripping with something warm, dangerous… possessive. The words slipped into Logan, thick and sweet, pooling into his core.
Mateo’s fingers pressed into his skin again, firmer this time, dragging up, up up …
so close, but not close enough. “You’d look even more beautiful on all fours for us.
” He hummed, fingers still teasing, forcing Logan to inhale through his nose to keep composure, a fresh wave of heat licking up his spine.
The mate-bond pulsed through the three of them, thick and electric, Mateo and Marco’s desires striking Logan like a bolt of white-hot lightning, threatening to burn him from the inside out. Mateo grinned down at Logan, like he could feel the moment all his resolve crumbled into dust.
“Don’t you agree, mio fratello? He’d look so beautiful taking both of us at once.”
Marco, who had been watching Logan’s unraveling with a quiet, knowing amusement, let out a thoughtful hum. He reached out, trailing his fingers down one of Logan’s shins, featherlight, barely there, but still enough to make Logan twitch under the combined touch.
“I do,” Marco agreed, soft but firm, like it was an undeniable fact. His fingers brushed downward, curling around Logan’s ankle, thumb pressing into the soft skin there. Steady and deliberate. Grounding him.
Without a word, Marco took Logan’s other ankle into his hand, slowly pressing inward, sliding Logan’s feet closer to his ass, the motion forcing his knees apart. Logan’s breath hitched, anticipation pooling low in his stomach.
“Great idea, Marco. We can see him much better like this,” Mateo hummed, fingers teasing down Logan’s thigh, thumb barely grazing the skin underneath Logan’s ass.
Logan felt so vulnerable, so open in this position, legs bent, knees spread, body completely on display for them.
With anyone else, this is the part where he might start getting self-conscious, but Marco and Mateo watched him like they were a couple of hungry ferals seeing their first human in months.
Marco let his lips brush over Logan’s knee, deceptively tender, before his mouth began trailing higher and higher, dragging up past his pelvic bone, over his stomach, his chest, before stopping at the base of his throat. Logan swallowed hard, feeling a bit like he was being devoured in increments.
Mateo, meanwhile, traced light, fleeting touches over Logan’s thighs, never quite moving to where Logan needed him to touch. God, every time. Evil. Each stroke left him trembling, arousal pooling low and thick, every nerve on edge from the slow, tortuous buildup.
Mateo chuckled as Logan twitched beneath them, his body already so on edge, just like it always was with them.
“So impatient…” he murmured, voice thick with amusement.
His fingers grazed higher, skimming the crease of Logan’s thigh.
Just a little closer… “But I think I want to take my time tonight.”
Marco hummed in agreement, the sound vibrating at the hollow of Logan’s throat, warm and lingering, before he bit down with blunt teeth, just enough to make Logan gasp. His tongue flicked out, soothing the mark gently, before nipping at it again.
Mateo, still teasing, still decidedly not touching anywhere Logan wanted him to, grinned devilishly, “I think he likes it when we make him wait, Marco.” His fingers danced along Logan’s thighs. Logan wanted to kill him.
Marco pulled back slightly, eyes dark with heat, watching Logan’s expression closely.
Logan tried his best to show his displeasure.
His need to be touched, but Marco just chuckled.
“Oh, he does,” he mused, “Watch him tremble, Mateo.” He ran a single finger up Logan’s shoulder, brushing over his neck, teasing at his jawline.
Logan tried his best not to react, but fuck, any sort of contact felt like grabbing an electric fence.
“You—” Logan’s protests were cut off by Mateo’s hand dipping lower, a dry finger just barely brushing over his puckered entrance. Just once, a single fleeting stroke before pulling back again. “You’re both fucking mean.”
Marco chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss against Logan’s throat, lips curling at the flushed skin. “ Mean?” he murmured, imitating Logan’s inflection, “Oh, amore mio, this is nothing.”
Mateo grinned wider, fingers grazing over Logan’s ass again, light enough that by the time Logan could react, his touch was already gone. “Mean would be making you beg for it,” he says, voice thick with amusement. “And we could, you know. Make you beg.”
Logan groaned, head pressing back against the mattress, back arching as he chased Mateo’s touch. But of course, Mateo won’t give in that easily. His fingers were just out of Logan’s reach, and Logan might not survive the night.
Marco watched Logan’s struggle with lazy amusement, fingers trailing up and down Logan’s stomach and chest, before he dipped his head a little lower, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to Logan’s collarbone.
Vaguely, Logan heard the faint but distinct sound of a cap opening, and maybe, just maybe, his torment is coming to an end.
A whimper escapes his throat before he can stop it, his dick twitching at the sound of something that might potentially be a lube bottle opening.
Logan had never been more fucking pathetic in his life, he was sure of it.
How do the two of them keep so composed?
Logan’s own arousal felt like too much, but amplified by the mate-bond…
God, Logan’s entire existence was reduced down to need and not much else.
“What was that experiment? About dogs and bells?” Marco chuckled, voice dark with amusement, teeth scraping against Logan’s collarbone.
Logan wanted reply, to say something just as scathing and biting back, but then, Mateo’s finger found Logan’s entrance, pressing in just the tip, and Logan’s back arched off the bed as he moand at an embarrassing volume.
Marco groaned at the sound, teeth closing on the spot where Logan’s shoulder met neck, fangs just barely piercing skin before he drew back. “That’s it…” he murmured, tongue soothing over the mark, chasing after the tiny drops of blood. “Let him in, amore. ”
Mateo’s finger slid deeper, crooking just slightly inside Logan. “Relax for me, piccolo ,” he purred, working his finger slowly, deliberately. Mateo’s voice was velvet-wrapped sin, soft and coaxing, but edged with something darker, something knowing.
Logan shuddered against them, thighs tensing instinctively, but Marco’s hands were there immediately, grounding him. He dragged his palms up Logan’s stomach, relaxing him with his touch, spreading heat up his body as he moved.
“There you go,” Mateo murmured, his finger crooking just right, pressing into that spot that sends Logan’s entire body into orbit, his hips twitching up helplessly. Mateo’s free hand smoothed over Logan’s thigh, thumb massaging slow, relaxing circles, while Marco bit along Logan’s neck.
They worked in tandem to keep Logan relaxed, two vampires, so different but so in sync, watching Logan’s every reaction, cataloging his expressions, looking at him like he belonged in an art museum.
Marco’s lips traced a line over Logan’s jaw, and when he spoke, his voice came out in a low, satisfied hum.
“You should see yourself, amore, ” he breathed against Logan’s skin, fingers toying with Logan’s wrists, pinning them one after the other over his head. “ Così bello. ? * Completely at our mercy.”
Mateo chuckled, the sound warm and indulgent as his finger continued to stretch Logan open at an agonizingly slow pace. “And you love it.” Mateo murmured, smug, his free hand trailing up Logan’s thigh like he was mapping out his favorite territory, “Love us. ”
Logan barely suppressed another whimper, his body arching as he forced his vocal cords to work, muttering “Fuck. You.” as he continued to shutter and tremble under their combined attention. It was everything and nothing, too much and not enough. Logan needed more.
Mateo removed his finger so quickly that Logan’s entire body clenched at the loss. This time, the whimper did escape, loud and unbidden, and Logan wanted to scream.
“Mm-mm. We don’t insult the person making us feel good,” Mateo scolded, voice edged with warning. His fingers went back to tracing over Logan’s thigh, “Try again, tesoro. ” The word of endearment came out heavily punctuated, like Logan better get his apology just right or else.
Marco’s grip tightened on Logan’s wrists, his head dipping to graze his teeth over Logan’s jaw. “Go ahead…” he hummed, voice slow and indulgent, “Apologize.”
“I’m—” Logan bit down hard on his lower lip, fighting against his need to rebel.
God, if this drags out any longer he was going to fling himself directly into sunlight.
“I’m sorry. Please…” his voice broke off.
His hips twitched involuntarily, chasing some form of relief, but neither of them would give it to him.
“What do you want, piccolo ?” Mateo’s voice was sin incarnate, just enough mockery to make Logan’s skin burn. His fingers were back to teasing around Logan’s entrance without probing further, not anywhere close enough to be considered anything other than cruel.
“Use your words, amore. ” Marco purred against Logan’s jawline. His voice was smooth and controlled. Like he could and would wait Logan out.
Logan hated them.
Loved them.
But God, he really hated them right now.
His entire body ached from the heat, from the mate-bond pulsing like a living thing between them, amplifying everything.
“P-please…” He whimpered again, followed by, “Touch me.” His voice was small but urgent, his body resigned not to argue with them again.
Mateo and Marco held all the cards here.
Logan had never experienced anything hotter.