Chapter 18 #3
When Cade finally pulled back, I was breathless and dizzy, my fox traits making an uninvited appearance. My tail had emerged without my conscious control, curling around Keir’s wrist as if to keep him close, while my ears twitched and swiveled with each brush of Logan’s fingers through my hair.
“Beautiful,” Cade murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip, now sensitive and slightly swollen from his kisses.
“Stand up,” Cade commanded softly, stepping back to give me space.
I rose on slightly unsteady legs, hyperaware of my shirtless state and the obvious evidence of my arousal straining against my jeans. Before I could feel self-conscious, Logan’s hands were at my waistband, deftly unfastening the button and lowering the zipper.
“These need to go,” he murmured, hooking his thumbs in both my jeans and briefs and sliding them down in one smooth motion.
And then I was naked, standing in the middle of the Sinclair family library with three fully clothed alphas circling me like I was prey.
The contrast—me bare while they remained dressed—should have made me feel vulnerable, exposed.
Instead, it was intoxicating, the heat in their eyes as they looked at me making me feel powerful rather than weak.
“Beautiful,” Keir breathed, reaching out to trace the line of my hip. “Every inch of you.”
“Turn around,” Cade instructed, his voice rough with desire. “Slowly.”
I complied, making a full rotation under their hungry gazes. My tail swished behind me, betraying my excitement despite my attempt to appear composed.
“I think,” Logan said, his voice dropping to a register that sent shivers down my spine, “that we should move this to somewhere more comfortable.”
He nodded toward the oversized leather sectional in the corner of the library, positioned to catch the morning light from the east-facing windows. It was enormous—large enough to accommodate all four of us with room to spare.
Keir’s hand at the small of my back guided me toward it, the heat of his palm a brand against my skin. As we reached the sectional, Cade suddenly lifted me as if I weighed nothing, depositing me in the center of the soft leather.
“Now,” he said, his eyes silver-blue with desire, “where were we?”
Cade’s question hung in the air for only a moment before Logan answered it by leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss that was entirely different from Cade’s—playful where Cade had been possessive, teasing where he had been demanding.
Logan’s tongue traced the seam of my lips, dipping inside to taste before retreating, coaxing rather than commanding.
While Logan claimed my mouth, Keir’s lips found my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone.
The dual sensations made me gasp into Logan’s mouth, my back arching involuntarily.
Keir took advantage of my movement to slide his hands beneath me, lifting me slightly to better access the sensitive skin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“So responsive,” he murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing the spot that made me shiver. “Love how you can’t hide what you’re feeling.”
Cade watched for a moment, his eyes tracking every reaction, every gasp and shudder, before he moved to join them.
His hands skimmed down my sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake, before settling on my hips.
His thumbs traced the sharp jut of my hip bones, pressing just firmly enough to anchor me in place.
“We’ve been thinking about this,” Cade said, his voice a low rumble that I felt as much as heard. “About you. About all the ways we want to touch you, taste you.”
As if to emphasize his point, Logan broke our kiss to trail his lips down my chest. When he reached my nipple, he paused, his breath hot against the sensitive skin, making it tighten in anticipation. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my back arching to press closer.
“Sensitive here,” Logan observed, before closing his mouth around the hardened peak and sucking hard enough to make me cry out.
The sensation was electric, drawing a moan from my throat that I couldn’t have suppressed if I’d tried.
Keir took advantage of my distraction to claim my mouth, his kiss deeper and more demanding than Logan’s had been.
His tongue swept inside, tasting, exploring, while his hand came up to tease my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure-pain racing through me.
Cade’s hands, meanwhile, had moved lower, his fingers tracing the crease where my thigh met my hip, deliberately avoiding my cock which was now hard and aching for attention. The teasing was maddening, making me squirm beneath their combined attention.
“Please,” I gasped when Keir finally released my mouth, allowing me to breathe.
“Patience, little fox,” Cade murmured, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, so close yet so far from where I ached for him. “We’re just getting started.”
Logan’s mouth had moved to my other nipple, giving it the same attention, while his hand replaced his lips on the first, keeping the sensation going. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight calluses on his fingers created a contrast that had me arching into his touch, seeking more.
“Hold him,” Cade instructed, and Logan immediately moved to comply, his large hands capturing both my wrists and pinning them firmly above my head with one hand. His other hand returned to teasing my nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp pinches that had me gasping.
The position left me completely exposed, unable to do anything but feel as they worked me over.
Logan’s grip on my wrists was firm but not painful, his strength obvious in the casual way he held me immobile with just one hand.
The restraint shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but something about being at their mercy sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
Cade settled between my spread legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider apart.
The sight of him there, looking up at me with hunger in his silver-blue eyes, made my cock twitch with anticipation.
Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the full length of my shaft in one long, slow stroke.
The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, every nerve ending alight with sensation. My hips bucked involuntarily, but Cade’s hands immediately pressed down on my thighs, holding me in place as he repeated the motion, this time ending with a swirl of his tongue around the sensitive head.
“Fuck,” I gasped, the word torn from my throat as Cade took me into his mouth, the wet heat engulfing me making my eyes roll back.
Keir had moved to kneel beside my head, his fingers trailing down my chest as he watched Cade work. “Look at you,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “Taking it so beautifully.”
I felt something cool and slick against my entrance. Keir’s finger circled teasingly before pressing gently inside, the slight burn quickly giving way to pleasure as he found that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Oh God,” I moaned, caught between the dual sensations of Cade’s mouth on my cock and Keir’s finger inside me. Logan’s grip on my wrists tightened as I instinctively tried to reach for someone, anyone, needing something to anchor me against the overwhelming pleasure.
“So tight,” Keir murmured, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me with careful precision. “So perfect for us.”
Logan had released my nipples to focus on holding me down, his free hand now tangled in my hair, occasionally tugging in a way that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned down to capture my mouth again, swallowing my moans as Cade and Keir continued their sweet torture.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when the pleasure had built to an almost unbearable peak, Cade pulled back, releasing my cock with an obscene pop that should have been embarrassing but instead just ramped up my arousal even further.
“Please,” I begged, beyond pride or embarrassment, reduced to pure need as Keir’s fingers continued to work inside me while Cade’s breath teased my wet cock. “Please, I need?—”
“We know exactly what you need,” Cade whispered, his hand replacing his mouth as he spoke, stroking me with a grip that was just shy of tight enough. “And we’re going to give it to you. But not yet.”
His hand worked me slowly, bringing me to the edge before easing off, a pattern that had me nearly sobbing with frustration and need. Keir’s fingers continued their maddening assault on my prostate, pressing and circling in a rhythm that had my toes curling and my back arching off the leather.
Logan released my mouth to trail kisses down my neck, occasionally using his teeth in a way that would definitely leave marks. “You should see yourself,” he murmured against my skin. “Flushed and desperate, taking everything we give you.”
My fox features were completely beyond my control now, ears flattening against my head in frustration before perking up in excitement with each new touch. My tail had wrapped itself around Logan’s arm, as if trying to hold him in place, a fact that seemed to amuse and please him in equal measure.
“So beautiful,” Cade murmured, his thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the wetness gathered there. “So perfect for us.”
The praise, combined with a particularly clever twist of Keir’s fingers inside me, sent me spiraling toward the edge again.
This time, instead of backing off, they intensified their efforts, Cade’s hand speeding up on my cock while Keir added a third finger, stretching me further as he continued to stroke that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
“Let go,” Cade commanded softly. “Let us see you fall apart.”
The permission was all I needed. The pleasure crested and broke, my release hitting me with such force that my vision actually whited out for a moment, my back arching off the leather as I cried out their names.
Cade worked me through it, his hand never stopping as I spilled over his fingers, while Keir’s fingers continued their relentless assault on my prostate, prolonging my orgasm until I was trembling and oversensitive.
Each wave seemed stronger than the last, until I collapsed back onto the sectional, boneless and gasping. Logan finally released my wrists, his hand moving to stroke my hair as I came down from the high, my chest heaving with exertion.
As I floated back to awareness, I realized they were murmuring praise against my skin—soft words of admiration and affection that would normally make me roll my eyes but in this moment felt like a warm blanket wrapped around my soul.
“So good for us,” Keir was saying, his lips pressed to my temple, his hand stroking my hair with surprising tenderness.
“Perfect,” Logan agreed, his mouth pressing gentle kisses along my collarbone, as if trying to soothe the marks he’d left earlier.
“Ours,” Cade added, his fingers tracing patterns on my hip as he rested his head on my thigh, looking up at me with an expression that made my heart skip.
I became acutely aware that all three of them were still fully aroused, their erections straining against their pants. Despite my recent release, the sight sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
“What about you?” I asked, my voice hoarse from crying out. “I know you’re waiting for the full claiming, but there must be something I can do to… help with that.”
Cade’s expression softened, though the heat in his eyes remained. “If we start down that path, little fox, we won’t be able to stop. The mate bond doesn’t allow for half measures once it’s engaged.”
“The wolf wants to claim completely or not at all,” Logan explained, his voice strained despite his calm expression. “It’s all or nothing for us.”
“Which is why we’re focusing on you,” Keir added, pressing a kiss to my hip bone. “Trust me, watching you fall apart is its own reward.”
I wanted to argue, but the determination in their eyes told me it would be futile.
The alpha wolves had made their decision, and nothing short of my full shift would change their minds.
Part of me was touched by their restraint—the control it must take to deny themselves while pleasuring me so thoroughly was impressive.
“Besides,” Keir added with a wicked grin, “we have all day to make you fall apart again. And again.”
The promise in his voice sent a shiver through me despite my exhaustion.
“Still with us?” Keir asked, amusement coloring his tone as he brushed hair from my face.
“Barely,” I admitted, my voice still rough. “I think you broke me.”
“Just the beginning,” Logan promised, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and determination.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, curiosity overcoming my frustration.
Keir’s smile was pure mischief. “Ever wanted to see the view from the east terrace without worrying about clothes?”
My eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, he’s entirely serious,” Cade confirmed, already lifting me as he stood from the sectional. “The view is particularly inspiring this time of day.”
“Someone could see!” I protested, though the idea sent an unexpected thrill through me.
“It’s a private estate,” Logan reminded me. “Twenty acres of forest between us and the nearest neighbor.”
“But still?—”
“Still nothing,” Keir interrupted. “Consider it part of your education, little fox. Lesson two: how to overcome unnecessary inhibitions.”
As Cade carried me out into the bright sunshine of the east terrace, I couldn’t help but think that this was one lesson I was very much looking forward to learning—even if it meant risking a sunburn in some very unfortunate places.