Chapter 16 #2
I parted for him without conscious thought, a small sigh escaping as he deepened the kiss.
His tongue slid against mine in slow, measured strokes, exploring every corner of my mouth as if mapping territory he intended to claim permanently.
There was no rush in his movements, no frantic edge—just thorough, methodical possession that left me dizzy.
His other hand found the small of my back, drawing me closer until I could feel the heat of his body. My own hands moved of their own accord, fingers curling into the solid muscle of his shoulders, needing something to anchor me as he continued his careful exploration.
When he finally pulled back, he did so gradually—a series of smaller kisses that tapered off rather than a sudden retreat. I realized I was clutching his shoulders, my knuckles white with the force of my grip, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath.
“That’s cheating,” I managed, though there was no heat in my accusation.
“All’s fair in love and mate-claiming,” Keir quipped, his hand sliding higher on my thigh in a way that made my breath catch. “Besides, you weren’t exactly protesting.”
He was right, which was annoying. I hadn’t been protesting.
In fact, I’d been an enthusiastic participant, as evidenced by the way my body was already responding to their proximity.
It was like the dam had broken last night, and now all the desire I’d been suppressing for years was flooding out at once, drowning my common sense in a tidal wave of want.
As Keir’s mouth found my neck, I felt a surge of boldness I couldn’t explain.
Maybe it was the lingering effects of last night’s pleasure, or maybe it was just the knowledge that this couldn’t last—that once the novelty wore off, once they realized the mate bond was forcing feelings that weren’t real, this would end.
If this was all I would ever have with them, I wanted to make it count.
Wanted to memorize every inch, every sound, every sensation before reality came crashing back.
“My turn,” I murmured, surprising even myself with the husky quality of my voice as I pushed Keir back against the pillows.
Keir’s eyes widened momentarily before darkening with desire. “By all means, little fox,” he said, his hands settling on my hips. “Show us what you want.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I lowered my head, trailing kisses down Keir’s chest, mapping the ridges and planes of his muscles with my lips and tongue.
His skin tasted like salt and something uniquely him—a flavor I wanted to commit to memory.
When I reached his nipple, I remembered how he’d teased mine the night before and decided turnabout was fair play.
I took the hardened bud between my teeth, biting down gently before soothing the sting with my tongue.
Keir’s response was immediate—a sharp intake of breath, his hands tightening on my hips. “Fuck, Finn,” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows.
I felt a surge of power at his reaction, a heady sense of control that was intoxicating. I continued my exploration, moving lower, following the trail of golden hair that led down his stomach. Behind me, I could feel Cade and Logan watching, their desire palpable in the air between us.
“Look at you,” Logan murmured, his voice rough with want. “Taking what you want. So beautiful.”
His words emboldened me further. I reached the edge of the sheet, pulling it away to reveal Keir in all his glory.
I’d felt him last night, had him pressed against me, but I hadn’t really looked.
Now I took my time, admiring the impressive length of him, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.
The contrast between us was almost comical—me, small and slight in every way, and them, massive and powerful, even in this.
“Seems unfair,” I mused, wrapping my hand around him experimentally. My fingers couldn’t completely encircle him, another reminder of how different we were. “That you’re all so… proportional.”
Keir’s laugh turned into a groan as I stroked him, my grip firm but gentle. “Not—ah!—complaining, are you?”
“Just making an observation,” I replied, leaning down to press a kiss to his hip bone. “For artistic purposes, of course.”
“Of course,” Cade agreed, his voice strained as he watched me touch his brother. “Very… artistic.”
I continued my exploration, stroking Keir with increasing confidence.
When my thumb circled the sensitive head, his breath caught sharply, a strangled gasp escaping his parted lips.
As I tightened my grip slightly on the upstroke, his hips jerked upward involuntarily, seeking more friction.
And when I combined both movements while my other hand gently cupped him below, his head fell back against the pillows, eyes fluttering closed, then opening again, darkened with pleasure.
The weight of him in my hand was substantial, hot and heavy and impossibly smooth despite the hardness beneath. I traced the prominent vein on the underside with my thumb, watching in fascination as it pulsed beneath my touch.
“You don’t have to—” Keir began as I positioned myself between his legs, but his words cut off with a strangled moan as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his length from base to tip.
The taste was unfamiliar but not unpleasant—salt and musk and something primal that called to something equally primal in me.
I hesitated, suddenly aware that despite my boldness, I had no idea what I was doing.
My only guide was the memory of what they’d done to me last night, the techniques that had driven me wild.
Taking a breath for courage, I traced the prominent vein on the underside with my tongue, mimicking what they had done to me.
Keir’s entire body trembled in response, encouraging me to continue exploring.
When I reached the head, I remembered how he had swirled his tongue around mine, collecting the moisture there.
I tried the same motion, the taste bitter but not unpleasant—like something forbidden and exciting.
“Fuck, Finn,” Keir groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Your mouth?—”
The raw need in his voice gave me confidence.
I hummed in acknowledgment, then took him into my mouth properly, unprepared for the stretch.
He was thick enough that my jaw ached almost immediately.
The sound he made when I hollowed my cheeks around him—something I’d felt them do to me—was worth any discomfort.
I couldn’t take him nearly as deeply as they had taken me—he was simply too large—but I tried to make up for my inexperience with enthusiasm, using my hand to cover what my mouth couldn’t reach as I’d felt them do.
Through trial and error, I found a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild—taking him as deep as I could manage before pulling back to focus on the sensitive head, my tongue swirling around the ridge before dipping into the slit as Cade had done to me.
My hand worked in tandem with my mouth, attempting to twist slightly on the upstroke in a way that I remembered making me see stars when they had done it.
Keir’s thighs trembled beneath me, suggesting I wasn’t doing too badly for my first attempt.
“Holy fuck,” Logan breathed from beside us, his own hand moving to stroke himself as he watched. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I hummed in agreement, the vibration making Keir curse and thread his fingers through my hair.
He didn’t push or guide, just held on like he needed an anchor in a storm of sensation.
I looked up through my lashes, wanting to see his face as I pleasured him, and what I saw sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through me.
Keir’s eyes, usually that bright blue that reminded me of summer skies, were beginning to glow with an amber light. His canines had elongated, pressing against his lower lip as he panted. His wolf was rising to the surface, called by pleasure and the mate bond between us.
Instead of being frightened, I felt a thrill race through me at the sight.
I was doing this to him—me, the defective shifter who couldn’t even control his own partial transformations.
I was driving this powerful alpha to the edge of his control.
The knowledge was intoxicating, making me redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, determined to see just how far I could push him even with my inexperience.
“Finn,” Keir warned, his voice deeper, rougher, more wolf than human. “You need to stop. I can’t?—”
I ignored his warning, moaning around him as I took him as deep as I could, my hand squeezing the base of his cock in a way that made his hips buck involuntarily. I wanted this—wanted to see him come apart because of me, wanted to taste him, to feel the full power of what we could be together.
Suddenly, I was being yanked backward, strong hands gripping my shoulders and lifting me bodily from between Keir’s legs.
Keir’s cock slipped from my mouth with an obscene pop, a string of saliva still connecting us for a brief moment before breaking.
I gasped in surprise, disoriented by the abrupt movement as Cade pulled me away.
Keir’s eyes were completely glowing now, his fangs fully extended, his chest heaving with the effort of control. His claws had emerged, tearing into the expensive sheets as he fought to keep from reaching for me.
“He can’t shift yet,” Cade reminded me, his own eyes beginning to glow with that supernatural light. “If you make him come, his wolf will take over. He’ll try to claim you fully.”
“But I want—” I began, not even sure what I was asking for.
“We know what you want,” Logan growled, his voice inhuman as he fought his own transformation. “And we want it too. But not like this. Not until you can shift properly.”