Chapter 19
SINCLAIR brOTHERS
C ade carried Finn through the French doors onto the east terrace, his mate’s slender body cradled against his chest like precious cargo—though the wolf within him saw something far different.
With each step, his control frayed further, the beast inside viewing Finn not as something to protect but something to claim, to mark, to possess completely.
The afternoon sun cast Finn in golden light, highlighting the marks they’d already left on his neck and chest—temporary claims that did nothing to satisfy the primal hunger growing within all three brothers.
The scent of Finn’s earlier release mingled with the fresh air, a provocative reminder of what they’d started but hadn’t finished.
Logan and Keir stalked behind them, their movements more predator than human, eyes tracking Finn’s every breath. The library encounter had merely stoked their appetites rather than sating them, pushing them closer to a dangerous edge.
Steady, Cade projected through their bond, though his own pulse thundered in his ears, his muscles coiled tight with restraint that was rapidly unraveling.
The east terrace provided their most secluded outdoor space, sheltered by ancient oaks on three sides and the mansion on the fourth.
A plush sectional occupied one corner, while the stone railing offered a view of their territory that stirred something territorial and ancient in their blood—a primal desire to show their mate what they protected, what they provided, what was theirs.
“Put me down,” Finn protested, though his body told a different story, relaxing into Cade’s grip, his fox ears twitching with anticipation rather than annoyance. “I can walk, you know.”
“Not after what we’re about to do to you,” Cade replied, his voice dropping to a register that made Finn’s eyes widen.
He deposited Finn onto the sectional with less gentleness than he’d intended, the sight of their mate sprawled across the cushions triggering something visceral in all three brothers.
Finn’s hair was disheveled, his lips still swollen from their earlier kisses, fox ears perked forward with interest as his tail curled beside him—the picture of willing vulnerability that tested their already strained control.
A low growl rumbled through Logan’s chest, the sound purely animal. Keir’s breathing had quickened, his usual easy smile replaced by something hungrier, more intent. The wolves within them were no longer content to be leashed, pushing against human restraint with increasing force.
“You’re staring again,” Finn said, propping himself up on his elbows, attempting nonchalance despite the flush spreading across his cheeks. “Is this going to be a thing?”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to us,” Keir said, his voice rough as he moved toward the sectional. The playful brother was nowhere to be seen, replaced by something more dangerous, more focused.
“I’d rather see what you’re hiding under those clothes,” Finn countered, his attempt at bravado undermined by the slight tremor in his voice—not fear, but anticipation.
Clothes were discarded with near-violent impatience, buttons popping, fabric tearing as three alphas revealed bodies honed by years of training and supernatural genetics.
Their arousal was evident, cocks hard and heavy with need too long denied.
Finn’s sharp intake of breath was audible in the sudden silence, his fox ears swiveling forward with undisguised interest.
“Better?” Cade asked, the word barely recognizable through the growl that accompanied it.
“Much,” Finn agreed, his voice dropping to a whisper as Logan approached the foot of the sectional, his intentions clear in every line of his body.
This wouldn’t be like the library—controlled, measured, careful. The beast had been awakened, and it would not be easily tamed again.
The bond between them pulsed like a living thing, three separate hungers converging on a single point.
Their wolves prowled just beneath the surface, no longer content with the scraps of intimacy they’d been allowed.
Each encounter with Finn pushed them closer to the breaking point, and this—their mate sprawled before them in the open air, his fox ears and tail on full display—tested the limits of their control in ways they hadn’t anticipated.
“Come here,” Cade commanded, his voice barely recognizable even to his own ears.
Rather than waiting for Finn to comply, he moved behind him on the sectional, pulling their mate against his chest with a possessiveness that surprised even himself. The position left Finn displayed between his spread thighs, vulnerable and exposed to his brothers’ hungry gazes.
Logan’s approach was nothing short of predatory, dropping to his knees before Finn with a grace that belied his massive frame.
Unlike earlier in the library where he’d started with teasing licks and gentle exploration, this time he seized Finn’s thighs with bruising force, shoving them apart with a growl that vibrated through the air.
“Mine,” he snarled, the word barely human as he descended on Finn’s cock with savage intensity.
The sound Finn made—half shock, half ecstasy—sent electricity down Cade’s spine.
Logan had always been the most physically aggressive of the three, his military discipline usually keeping his wolf’s more primal urges in check.
But here, with Finn’s scent driving him to the edge of reason, that discipline had fractured.
Logan devoured rather than tasted, his mouth working with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
His hands gripped Finn’s thighs hard enough to leave marks, holding him open and immobile for his assault.
There was nothing gentle in the way he took Finn to the back of his throat, swallowing around him with a groan that sounded torn from his very core.
Keir approached from the side, his eyes had taken on an electric quality, the blue almost luminous against his dilated pupils. Without preamble, he tangled his fingers in Finn’s hair, tugging his head back to expose his throat.
“You have no idea what you do to us,” he murmured, the words rough against Finn’s ear before he bit down on the juncture of neck and shoulder, marking rather than teasing.
Finn cried out, his body jerking between them as pleasure and pain blurred into a single overwhelming sensation. His fox ears swiveled frantically, catching every growl, every harsh breath, while his tail lashed against the cushions in helpless response.
Cade’s hands weren’t gentle as they explored Finn’s chest, finding his nipples and twisting with enough pressure to make their mate arch against him. The movement pressed Finn’s ass against Cade’s painfully hard cock, creating a friction that threatened what remained of his control.
“Look at him taking you,” Cade growled into Finn’s ear, forcing his head down to watch Logan’s mouth working between his legs. “He’d consume you if he could.”
As if to prove the point, Logan pulled back just enough to meet Finn’s gaze, his eyes now completely wolf-amber, a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to Finn’s cock. The sight was obscene, primal, a visual representation of the hunger that drove all three of them.
“Taste yourself,” Logan commanded, surging up to crush his mouth against Finn’s.
The kiss was brutal in its intensity, Logan’s tongue forcing its way past Finn’s lips, sharing the taste of his own arousal. Finn whimpered into the kiss, his body trembling with the force of sensations assaulting him from all sides.
Unlike their previous encounters where they’d carefully coordinated their efforts, this time they moved with a barely restrained chaos, each brother staking his claim on whatever part of Finn he could reach.
Keir’s mouth blazed a trail of bites and sucking kisses down Finn’s chest while Logan returned to devouring him below.
Cade’s teeth found the sensitive skin beneath Finn’s ear, biting down hard enough to make their mate cry out.
Through their bond, no coherent thoughts remained—only images, sensations, and primal urges that bled from one mind to another in a chaotic flood.
The scent of Finn’s arousal, the taste of his skin, the sounds he made as they pushed him toward the edge—all of it fed the frenzy that had overtaken them.
Cade’s attention caught on the silver marks on Finn’s hip, now clearly visible as Finn writhed between them. The pre-marking seemed to pulse in time with Finn’s racing heart, a reminder of what was at stake if they lost control completely.
The marks , he managed, the words barely intelligible through their bond.
Keir understood immediately, abandoning his assault on Finn’s chest to move lower. His tongue traced the pre-marking with reverent hunger, the contact drawing a strangled cry from Finn as supernatural energy sparked between them.
Logan never slowed his relentless pace, his mouth working Finn’s cock with a single-minded determination that bordered on worship.
He took Finn deeper than seemed physically possible, his throat relaxing to accommodate their mate’s full length before pulling back to focus on the sensitive head.
His tongue swirled and pressed against the underside, finding that spot that made Finn’s thighs tremble uncontrollably.
One large hand pressed against Finn’s lower abdomen, pinning his hips despite their desperate attempts to thrust upward. Logan’s other hand slid beneath Finn, fingers kneading the firm curve of his ass before venturing further, teasing his entrance.
The sounds escaping Finn grew increasingly frantic, high-pitched whimpers and broken pleas that echoed across the terrace. Cade, positioned directly behind him, tangled one hand in Finn’s hair, nudging his head back and to the side to claim his mouth in a devouring kiss.