Page 43 of Bound in Blood (Vampires of Boston #1)

Marco hummed his approval, dragging his lips over Logan’s throat, nipping softly, then kissing over the mark like he was sealing Logan’s apology in place. “That’s more like it,” he muttered, clearly savoring every second of Logan’s surrender.

Mateo grinned, pleased, wicked, and finally, finally , he slid his fingers back where Logan needed them. “Good boy.” The words were a lazy purr, sinking into Logan’s bones, making him shudder at the sheer weight of them.

His fingers pressed in, slow and deliberate, but this time he didn’t stop, stretching Logan open with a steady precision. Every stroke of his fingers a targeted attack to pull a fresh moan from Logan’s throat.

Marco, still pinning Logan’s wrists, chuckled against his jaw. “I love your little sounds.” His voice was low, filled with something dark and satisfied.

Mateo presses a third finger inside of Logan, curling them just right, hitting that spot again in a way that shoots lightning up Logan’s spine. His hips bucked as his head fell back on a gasp.

Marco groaned, low and approving, dragging his fangs along Logan’s throat. “Just like that, amore. Let us hear you.”

Logan wasn’t sure if it was the mate-bond amplifying everything or if it was just them , their presence, their hands, their voices, but he felt raw, desperate, like they were unraveling him thread by thread.

He tugged at Marco’s grip, trying to move his arms, trying to touch, but Marco didn’t let him.

Instead, he smoothed his thumb over Logan’s pulse, keeping him pinned, savoring his restraint.

He whined and whimpered and made noises he didn’t previously think were achievable with human vocal cords, and his mates soaked up every second of it.

All too quickly, Mateo was withdrawing his fingers again, leaving Logan’s lust-addled brain spiraling to figure out what he had done to earn this new form of torture.

He gasped, his body aching for more, but he was given no time to complain, as Marco’s grip was shifting from his wrists to his waist, maneuvering him with effortless control.

“That’s it. Turn over for us, Logan,” Marco murmured, low and commanding.

Logan obeyed without thinking, his body moving on instinct as Marco helped guide him onto his hands and knees.

The shift in position sent a fresh wave of anticipation rolling through him, breath catching as Mateo’s hands found his hips.

He shuddered a bit at the positioning, at the way he was so open for them, completely at their mercy.

Once Marco was satisfied with how they’d positioned Logan, he ran a hand up his back, tangling it in Logan’s curls, coaxing his head back until their eyes met.

“There you go,” Marco hummed, thumb of his free hand tracing Logan’s lower lip, “You’re so beautiful, amore mio. ”

The praise burned through Logan, low and molten, curling in his gut like bloodlust. Logan could swear he’d never had a praise kink before meeting the twins…

though he was not entirely sure it was just the praise.

Anything Marco and Mateo did to him sent white-hot electricity through his body, burning him from the inside out.

As Logan let the weight of Marco’s praise settle around him, Mateo’s grip on his hips tightened, firm and grounding.

Logan’s arms threatened to buckle under the combined scrutiny, but Marco’s grip on his hair held firm, tilting his head back just a fraction more, keeping Logan exactly where he wanted him.

“Hold still for me, caro, ” he purred, voice smooth and indulgent, layered with just enough command.

Logan obeyed, his eyes locked with Marco’s, trying his best to focus on the little bit of gold that hadn’t yet been swallowed up by the black of his pupils. Mateo’s hands slid over Logan’s hips, warm and possessive, thumbs dragging along the dips of his waist.

“Jesus, Logan.” Mateo groaned, exhaling sharply, his voice finally betraying his own lust, his composure beginning to fray at the edges. “ Please say you’re ready for me.”

The ask was pointless. All three of them knew Logan had been ready for him for an embarrassing amount of time.

The mate-bond pulsed between them, Logan’s desperate need exposed for both of them to feel.

He clenched his fingers into the sheets, nodding desperately, wildly. He was so ready he might die from it.

Marco tapped his thumb on Logan’s bottom lip. “Words, amore.” He chided gently, “You know how this works.”

Logan exhaled shakily, his entire body vibrating. “Yes,” he moaned, voice breaking on a desperate sob, “God, yes. Please.”

Mateo exhaled a sharp breath, clearly needing no more confirmation. One of his hands found the small of Logan’s back as he lined himself up, his cock probing at Logan’s entrance, pushing in just slightly. “Breathe, tesoro, ” he murmured, voice rough with restraint.

Then, in one smooth motion, he pushed in.

Logan gasped, his body shuddering, pleasure crashing over him like a sharp, breathtaking wave.

The mate-bond flared hotter than it ever had before, sending the heat of it spiraling through all three of them.

Marco, who’s dick Logan hadn’t even touched yet, let out a deep, ragged groan at Logan’s reaction, watching him come apart so perfectly, so easily.

“ Cristo santo… ? * ” Mateo gritted out, fingers tightening on Logan’s hips. His control was hanging on by a thread, Logan could feel it. “ Sei così stretto… ? * ”

He pulled back, just an inch, before pressing in deeper, a slow, agonizing drag that had Logan’s back arching, a choked, needy sound ripping from his throat.

“ Porca miseria, amore… mi fai impazzire. ? * ” Mateo’s voice was wrecked and thick with heat, fingers pressing bruises into Logan’s hips like he might fall apart if he let go.

Marco, his eyes still on Logan’s face, trailed a hand up Logan’s arm, up his shoulder and throat, brushing over his lips again. Grounding him, keeping him in the moment when Logan’s mind so desperately wanted to get lost in the pleasure.

“Look at me, amore mio, ” Marco said, his voice breathy, caught somewhere between request and demand. “Can you take more?”

Logan didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t. “ Yes, ” he gasped, automatically, instinctively, desperately. “God, Please, ” he added, voice completely ruined.

“Then open for me.” Marco’s voice was steady, but something laid just beneath the surface, something dangerous, like he, too, was barely holding onto his control.

Logan obeyed, parting his lips, breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

Marco’s breath hitched, his grip in Logan’s curls tightening just enough to make Logan feel it, to make him know he was holding back.

But Logan didn’t want that. Not from Marco.

Not from Mateo. What was the point of all this shiny new pain tolerance, all this ridiculous healing ability, if they weren’t going to put it to good use?

Marco’s cock teased at his bottom lip, hovering just on the edge of where Logan wanted him, where he needed him, and the anticipation was maddening.

Logan flicked his tongue out, just barely tasting the bead of pre-cum at the tip, and Marco sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers flexing in Logan’s hair.

“ Cazzo ? * , ” Marco hissed, the word tight and strained, like it had been dragged from the depths of him.

Before Logan could push for more, Mateo thrust again, sending a shockwave through Logan’s body, forcing a moan from his throat, vibrating right against Marco’s cock.

Marco groaned, low and ragged, his free hand snapping to Logan’s jaw, thumb stroking over his cheek before applying just the slightest bit of pressure.

Logan’s mouth opened wider, lips parting for him willingly, greedily.

“ Fottutamente perfetto, ? * ” Mateo swore through gritted teeth, thrusting again, harder this time. “ Dio, Marco, lo senti? Lo senti anche tu? ? * ”

Logan couldn’t understand a word Mateo was saying, not exactly.

But, God, that only made it better. Like Mateo was talking about him, not to him.

Logan was something to be felt and experienced, to be ruined and claimed and made theirs.

The mate-bond pulsed through his veins, a molten heat that was stronger than any magic, an inevitability he’d spent too long fighting. He’d never make that mistake again.

Marco’s thumb pressed down, prying Logan’s mouth open a little more, guiding him exactly where he wanted him. Where Logan needed to be. He exhaled a slow, satisfied breath as Logan finally took him in, his head tipping back in pleasure at the slick heat of Logan’s mouth.

“ Bene, amore mio, ? * ” Marco murmured, voice rough and reverent. His fingers flexed in Logan’s curls, holding him still for a beat longer, like he was savoring the weight of Logan giving in. Savoring the way Logan let them take from him, how he craved it.

Mateo groaned behind him, whatever rhythm he had found faltering now that Logan was twice as filled and thrice as desperate. The mate-bond pulsed, feeding them every ounce of Logan’s need. The heat was overwhelming, intoxicating, an inferno building with no sign of burning out anytime soon.

Mateo snapped his hips forward, pushing Logan forward, deeper onto Marco’s cock, his throat stretching to accommodate. The shock had Logan gasping around Marco, the vibration making Marco suck in a sharp breath, fingers flexing tight in Logan’s curls. A chain reaction of pleasure.

Logan didn’t have the brain power to react. Everything was too much, too consuming, pleasure snapping at his nerves like a live wire. His body felt like he’d stepped into the sun for too long, like it was consuming him slowly. And they weren’t letting up.

“You can take more,” Marco stated, in English, a command that left no room for disobedience. His thumb pressed at Logan’s lip again, forcing his mouth wider, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Logan complied.