Chapter 15 #2
The tight heat of Finn’s body gripping his finger sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Cade’s cock.
His control slipped further, a low growl escaping him as his wolf fought to take over.
He wanted—needed—to claim Finn fully, to bury himself in that tight heat, to mark him inside and out as theirs forever.
The restraint was physically painful, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.
Fuck, he’s tight, Cade sent through their bond, his internal voice a ragged growl. I don’t know how much longer I can ? —
Hold on, Logan interrupted, his own control hanging by a thread. Not yet. Not until he can shift fully.
Cade worked Finn open slowly, adding a second finger when he felt the resistance ease.
Each thrust of his fingers matched the rhythm of Logan’s mouth on Finn’s cock, creating a symphony of pleasure that had their mate writhing between them.
All the while, he kept his mouth on the pre-marking, letting his tongue trace the pattern, feeling his alpha energy responding to the ancient magic embedded in Finn’s skin.
Keir swallowed Finn’s increasingly desperate sounds, his hands tangled in Finn’s hair to hold him in place for his demanding kisses. Through their bond, Cade could feel Finn’s pleasure building, spiraling higher with each passing second.
“That’s it, little fox,” Cade encouraged, curling his fingers to find that special spot inside Finn that made him see stars. “Let go for us one more time.”
As Finn approached his climax, Cade met his brothers’ eyes over their mate’s trembling body.
As one, they focused their alpha energy on the pre-marking—Cade directly through his mouth on the mark, Logan and Keir channeling their power through their bond.
The ritual Elder Miriam had taught them required all three to channel their power simultaneously during Finn’s moment of greatest vulnerability.
Finn’s release hit with the force of a tsunami, his body convulsing as he came down Logan’s eager throat.
The sound he made—half scream, half sob—was the most beautiful thing Cade had ever heard.
His fox ears flattened completely against his head, and his tail went rigid as pleasure overwhelmed him.
The mate bond flared between them, bright and demanding, carrying echoes of Finn’s pleasure to each of the brothers.
As they channeled their alpha energy into the pre-marking, something remarkable happened.
The silver marks on Finn’s hip began to glow, pulsing with power, expanding into intricate patterns that spread across his skin before fading back into the original triangle.
For a moment, Finn’s entire body seemed illuminated from within, a soft silver light emanating from him as the protection renewed itself.
Finn, lost in the throes of pleasure, seemed unaware of the supernatural energy flowing through him. His eyes were closed, his body arched in ecstasy, completely surrendered to the sensations they created.
The sight of him—glowing with their combined power, marked by their energy—shattered what remained of their control.
Cade’s claws fully extended, tearing into the mattress beneath them.
Logan’s eyes burned supernatural amber, his growl vibrating through the room as he fought against his wolf’s demand to claim.
Keir’s fangs had fully emerged, pressing against Finn’s skin as he kissed his way down their mate’s neck, careful not to break the skin despite his wolf’s howling insistence.
Mine. Ours. Claim. Mark. MATE.
Their wolves’ voices were a primal chorus through their bond, demanding completion with an intensity that was nearly impossible to resist. Cade had never experienced such a powerful urge to shift, to claim, to mate.
His entire body shook with the effort of maintaining human form, sweat beading on his brow as he fought against instinct.
Not. Yet. He forced the words through their bond, each one a battle against his own nature. He’s. Not. Ready.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Finn collapsed boneless against the sheets, his chest heaving with exertion.
His eyes were glazed, his lips swollen from Keir’s kisses, his body bearing the marks of their attention.
The silver glow faded from his skin, leaving the pre-marking stronger but once again visible only as a faint pattern on his hip.
“No more,” he gasped, though his cock gave a valiant twitch when Logan licked his lips. His tail flopped limply against the bed, completely spent. “I’m done. Finished. If I come again, I might actually die.”
Cade laughed, the sound strained as he fought to retract his claws, to regain his humanity. “We can’t have that.”
“Death by orgasm,” Keir mused, his tone thoughtful as he stroked Finn’s fox ear, his fangs gradually receding. “Not the worst way to go.”
“Shut up,” Finn muttered, his eyes already drooping. “Some of us don’t have supernatural stamina.”
Logan moved up the bed, gathering Finn against his chest with surprising tenderness given the feral light still glowing in his eyes. “Sleep, little fox. We’ll be here when you wake.”
Finn’s eyes fluttered closed, his breathing evening out almost immediately.
Exhaustion claimed him, dragging him into a deep sleep that softened his features and made him look even younger.
His fox ears remained, twitching occasionally in his sleep, but seemed more relaxed than they had been since the lake incident.
The three brothers exchanged glances over Finn’s sleeping form, their bond humming with satisfaction and something deeper—a fierce protectiveness that went beyond mere possession.
The air around them practically vibrated with restrained power, their wolves still fighting to break free, to complete the claiming that instinct demanded.
He’s ours now, Cade sent through their bond, brushing a strand of hair from Finn’s face with fingers that still trembled with the effort of controlling his shift. Truly ours.
Not completely, Logan reminded him, his internal voice a barely controlled growl. Not until he can shift properly.
And not until he accepts it, Keir added, his usual playfulness absent as he fought his own battle for control. In his heart, not just his body.
But the pre-marking is stronger, Cade noted, his fingers hovering over the now-brighter marks on Finn’s hip. Elder Miriam was right. The ritual worked.
Cade nodded, his eyes never leaving Finn’s peaceful face.
The bond was stronger now—he could feel it.
And so could Finn, whether he was ready to admit it or not.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new complications.
But for now, they had this—their little fox safe in their arms, their bond strengthening with each passing moment.
It was enough. For now, it was enough.
As Finn’s breathing deepened into sleep, the three brothers remained motionless, unwilling to disturb their exhausted mate. The moonlight streaming through the windows cast his skin in silver, highlighting the marks they’d left on him—evidence of their passion and restraint.
And that restraint was becoming unbearable.
Cade’s body ached with unfulfilled need, his wolf clawing at the surface, demanding completion of what they’d started.
His partially shifted claws had torn holes in the sheets, and he could taste blood where he’d bitten the inside of his cheek to maintain control.
A quick glance at his brothers confirmed they were in similar states—Logan’s eyes still glowing amber, muscles bunched and tense beneath his skin; Keir’s breathing ragged, hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles had gone white.
We need to run, Logan’s voice was barely recognizable through their bond, more animal than human. Now. Before we wake him. Before we take him.
I don’t want to leave him, Keir replied, his hand still gently stroking Finn’s hair despite the tremors running through it. Not after this.
Cade understood both sentiments perfectly.
The thought of leaving Finn alone after what they’d shared felt wrong on a primal level.
But staying beside him, aching and unfulfilled, with their wolves so close to the surface, would lead to something they couldn’t take back.
Not yet. Not until Finn could shift fully, until the bond could be completed properly.
He’ll be safe here, Cade decided, carefully extracting himself from the bed, feeling his joints crack with the effort of moving slowly when his body demanded action. We won’t go far.
With practiced care, they tucked the blankets around Finn’s sleeping form. Each brother pressed a final kiss to some part of him—Cade to his forehead, Logan to his shoulder, Keir to his palm. Then, moving as one, they slipped from the bedroom and down the stairs.
The night air hit them like a blessing as they stepped onto the private deck.
They stripped off what little clothing they still wore and shifted.
The transformation was instantaneous, born of years of practice and the desperate need for release.
Where three men had stood, three massive wolves now shook out their fur—golden brown, deep mahogany, and pale blond.
Cade led them down the path to the beach, their paws silent on the familiar terrain. The run would help—the physical exertion, the wind in their fur, the freedom of their wolf forms. It wouldn’t satisfy the demands of the mate bond, but it would make them bearable until Finn was ready.
As they raced along the shoreline, Cade cast one glance back at the illuminated windows of his bedroom.
Their little fox was safe there, wrapped in their scents, surrounded by the evidence of their desire for him.
The pre-marking was stronger now, the protection renewed.
When they returned, they would curl around him, protecting him through the night.
And tomorrow… tomorrow they would face whatever came next. Together.