Page 102 of Binding His Fated Mates

I was slowly training them that I wasn’t nearly as breakable as they thought.

Lee’s eyes drank in my expression, a knowing smile on his lips as I held still—with effort, because what I really wanted was to bear down on Hunter and match him stroke for stroke—and let my mate make love to me. Lee kept the same lazy pace as he stroked us, our faces inches apart. “You’re so good, Daniel,” he breathed. “You’re being such a good boy for him. Are you going to be a good boy for me, too?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

I moaned again as Hunter pulled almost all the way out and then back in again, one hand locked around my torso and the other gripping my hip to hold me steady. He started taking me apart with those devastating strokes and I had to bite my lower lip to hold back the sounds of absolute filth that were threatening to spill out of me.

Lee seemed to understand perfectly because he kissed me again, his free hand cupping my face as his other hand still stroked us.

Hunter bucked, his body going rigid, and he made a strangled sound, his grip on my hip tightening. Then he drove back in. Warmth spread through me.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Lee pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “My turn.”

“Please.” I nodded wildly. Because I wanted him inside of me, too. He was always gentler than Hunter, but even that was its own sort of madness.

“Roll over,” Lee commanded.

Hunter pulled out and then shifted back on the mattress, giving me space to roll over onto my other side, so that I was facing him now.

Hunter’s eyes were filled with absolute devotion, and he planted a kiss on my lips. Then he took hold of my cock with his hand and began stroking me.

Lee settled behind me, gripping me the same way Hunter had, and he slid himself into me. I was already loosened and he was already lubed up, so he didn’t even bother going slowly.

I let out another whimper of sheer pleasure as he picked up his pace, driving into me just as hard as Hunter had, holding me in place and making me take everything he had to give, all while Hunter stroked me, going faster, in time with Lee’s rhythm. His gaze was locked on mine, hunger and tenderness stamped across his features as he drank in my expression.

Oh fuck, this was going to undo me.

Lee drove in deep, letting out a groan of pleasure. His grip tightened on my hip and around my chest, just like Hunter’s had. “I’m getting close.”

Hunter’s rhythm on my cock turned devastating at the same moment Lee’s thrusts became even more furious, all pretense at gentleness driven away by the pleasure we chased together.

Ecstasy built up at the base of my spine, tightening my balls and my pelvis, as he drew me right to the edge.

“Fuck!” Lee cried out, pinning me close to his chest as warmth flooded through me all over again, his cock buried inside me.

That was enough to send me over the edge.

With a mind-blowing cry of pleasure, I climaxed, shooting rope after rope across Hunter’s hand.

He grinned at me, then pulled me in for another kiss. Lee eased himself out of me and, when Hunter pulled back, he rolled me over and kissed me too.

Hunter got up while Lee’s kiss deepened, becoming tender and consuming.

He returned from the bathroom with towels a few moments later.

After we’d cleaned ourselves up, I lay between my mates while Lee held me, feeling absolutely spent and contented.

“I love you,” Lee murmured.

“Love you, too,” I replied. I searched Hunter’s face with my gaze when I said it, so he’d know it included him, too.

It always included both of them.

Lee pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, and Hunter smiled, his face filled with tenderness. And through the bond connecting us—him to me and me to Lee—I could feel their love for me and for each other.

I only hoped they could feel mine, too, the way I could feel theirs.