Page 44 of Bound in Blood (Vampires of Boston #1)
The twins found a rhythm, working in tandem to use and wreck Logan’s body for their own pleasure.
For his pleasure. Logan was nothing but heat and sensation and need.
Every drag of Marco’s cock over his tongue, every deep thrust from Mateo sent sparks of electricity through him.
The mate-bond took every emotion and amplified it, sending every movement, every sound, every desperate little gasp back at Logan threefold.
“Just like that,” Marco murmured, voice tight and reverent, stroking his thumb across Logan’s cheek, watching as Logan took him deeper, letting himself be guided, to be used.
Behind him, Mateo groaned, thrusts picking up in pace, in force and urgency.
One of the hands pressing bruises into Logan’s hips fumbled forward, up Logan’s thigh, latching onto Logan’s cock.
His grip was firm, unrelenting, stroking in time with his thrusts.
The touch sent violent shudders through Logan, his body twitching involuntarily, pleasure building at a pace that felt impossible to control.
Logan whined around Marco’s cock, the sound muffled, wrecked, his body trembling violently between them. He was unraveling between every thrust, every stroke, every groan. It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
Marco’s thumb traced the corner of Logan’s mouth, still so in control as he pressed down, watching Logan’s throat flex around him.
“Almost there, amore mio? I can feel it.” His voice was dark and steady, like he could wreck Logan like this for hours more.
The betrayal was in his eyes, where the gold was completely gone, and the white was being swallowed up at an alarming pace.
“Go on, piccolino, ” he purred, “Let go for us.”
The command hit Logan like a white-hot brand being seared into his skin, spiking through the bond, feeding back into both of them.
Logan let out a sharp, broken sound, coming hard, his entire body seizing.
Pleasure tore through him as his release spilled hot and messy over Mateo’s hand, moans of pleasure vibrating against Marco’s cock.
Mateo groaned, the sharp wrecked sound punching out of him as Logan clenched around him, his orgasm rippling through the bond, taking Mateo down with him.
His thrusts turned ragged, desperate, the last thread of control snapping as he followed Logan over the edge, burying himself deep, spilling inside Logan with a hoarse, broken curse.
His fingers bit so hard at Logan’s hip they drew blood, breath he didn’t even need to draw coming harsh and uneven as his body shuddered.
Marco, clearly the most resilient of the three of them, tightened his grip in Logan’s hair one last time, a deep shuddering groan escaping him as finally, finally , he tipped over the edge, groaning as the first waves of his own orgasm hit Logan’s tongue.
Logan gasped around him, swallowing the heat of it as the raw pleasure of being completely filled overtook him.
After a moment, Marco’s grip relaxed, his body tensing, then releasing, the last tremors of pleasure making his thighs twitch as Logan, who knew nothing in this moment but taking everything he was given, swallowed greedily, his tongue lapping at the head of Marco’s cock, drawing out anything he could.
Once Logan had swallowed every drop he possibly could, Marco eased back, slipping free from Logan’s wrecked, swollen mouth. His thumb swiped over Logan’s bottom lip, catching one last drop, pushing it back into Logan’s lips.
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 soft thump as 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 that almost could 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 as smug as 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.