Bonds of Fate (Fated in the Stars #2)

Chapter Seven Jay

Jay

Jay comes to, flat on his back, with his head in Finn’s lap, boxing gloves nearby. His jaw aches, and his back feels like he hit the ground hard. Apparently, Gideon packs quite a punch when he’s not pulling them.

When Jay sits up, the dizziness gives him pause. A concussion, probably, maybe a cracked jawbone? Thank the Goddess that whatever it is, it never lasts very long, given resilient Were physiology.

“How’s the head? That punch almost took your head clean off,” Finn asks, “You’ve been out for a few hours. I was starting to think I needed to call an ambulance.”

“I’m okay. It’s just my jaw. Fuck, Gideon was pissed. He’s not happy that Hayes is still living and breathing, even if it is behind bars. Beating my ass in the ‘ring’ didn’t seem to improve his disposition, either.”

Jay had bet him a win of a different kind if he could get it under control enough to beat him. “Then Nix blew the door down. Finnie, the door didn’t even slow him down. It’s a reinforced steel fire door. I’m not sure if I could take it down like that. What the hell.”

He sees it in his mind’s eye just before he forgets to block the incoming hit.

The noise of the door hitting the rubber mats of the gym floor—Nix looking up into Jay’s eyes with a gleeful laugh. And then falling onto all fours, looking over his shoulder and presenting for Rowan, who arrived in a cloud of rut-crazed spiced rum.

“What else did I miss? Where is everyone?”

Finn hands him a bottle of water, blushing pink and smelling like sweet, fruity arousal. “Nix jump-started Rowan’s rut with a run. Rowan chased him in here, and you saw how he fucking presented, Jay. Ass up, and it was…” His mate’s gaze goes foggy for a minute as if he’s remembering, biting his lower lip. “It was everything you can imagine.” His tone says Finn will probably spend time later doing just that.

Jay puts his nose in the air, and he’s sure that someone had a fucking orgasm while he was out. “Tell me, Rowan didn’t take our omega on the floor of the gym in a full-blown rut.”

Nix’s grin had said he wouldn’t have minded, but still, it’s not the place for first times. It would suck if I missed it conflicts with I wish it was me.

“Fuck no, but Nix would have been thrilled if he had. Jay, he was wild. Rowan ate him out and made him come so hard that he passed out. Then Luca convinced Rowan to take him instead.”

Finn loves to fuck and be fucked, but watching his lovers is number one on his kink list. Jay wished he’d been awake, too, if only to see his Nix feeling so good after years of feeling so bad. Nix deserved all the orgasms, and he deserved them on his own terms. That Nix was happy thaws a bit of the worry inside him.

“Rowan backed down, then? I can’t imagine that. His rut’s been pushing his buttons all week.” And Jay’s.

“You’d have been proud. Luca fetched Leo and then sprayed him in the face with the hose—like a portable cold shower. Quick thinking because Rowan was ignoring Gideon’s best tricks.”

“Really? Go, Luc!”

“Leo convinced Ro to let him take Nix, and he finally chose Luca to start his rut. Gideon went along—for damage control. They’re in the nest, and Nix is with Grayson. Leo’s getting some rest. I think Rowan will be looking for him before too long—you know how he gets.”

Makes sense. Leo was Rowan’s favorite during a rut: soft in all the right places but strong enough to take it.

“Thanks for waiting with me, Finnie. I’m going to go and see if Gideon was able to get Rowan down to baseline. You coming?”

“As Luca likes to say: I sure as fuck hope so. Let me check you over, though, first, and then I’ll go clean up.”

Jay’s sexy Dr. Merritt runs the usual battery of concussion evaluations and deems him as well as can be. There’s a bruise still on his jaw, and it creaks when he moves it.

“That could still have ice if you want to take the time?” It’s rhetorical, and just like his mate to still try to doctor him when he already knows the answer.

They make their way toward the stairs and the nest room, and when they get to the top, Jay can already hear Rowan, even though the door is closed and the ventilation system is running at rut levels.

He wants his omega, and he’s not taking no for an answer.

“Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought. If you’re going, you should before I go in.”

“Yeah, I’ll be back when I’m ready.” He gives his mate a quick kiss, and Jay watches as Finn heads toward the other wing of the house.

He’d like to say he’s prepared for the sight that greets him, but it hits him with only slightly less power than Gideon’s left hook. He’d expected fucking, but Rowan is being made to kneel on the edge of the nest, where he is counting in Mandarin. Luca is riding Gideon—straddling him with his back arched and his hands on Gideon’s thighs—while the alpha is praising both his boys for a job well done.

Gideon may be enjoying Luca’s tight body, but his attention is locked on their young alpha.

Rowan stops counting with a low growl the moment Jay opens the door, the spiced rum scent he loves hitting him full force. His cock twitches in a Pavlovian response, anticipation sparking through him.

Rowan fucks like a porn star, but he takes it like one, too.

“Start over, Rowan. You can’t afford to be distracted. Do it—breathing first.” Gideon’s voice is hoarse, laced with heat. “Can you smell how good our alpha smells? Maybe he’ll fuck you if you can get to three hundred without breaking your concentration.”

His voice breaks with a groan. “G—go. Fuck, baby, do that again.”

Luca grins at Jay and swivels his hips in his mate’s lap.

“Gid? Where do you want me? Finnie’s just cleaning up.”

Rowan has just started counting again, having convinced himself it would be futile to overpower Jay and make a break for the door.

“Sorry, he was almost there, no?” Jay crouches beside Luca and is lucky enough to get a tongue in his mouth for his efforts. He runs a free hand over Gideon’s abdominals, which flex in response as he braces his feet to pump up into their beta.

Luca is letting tiny uh uh uh’s escape from his heart-shaped mouth, and Jay reaches for his dick but checks in with Gideon first, who nods imperceptibly. Using his thumb and forefinger, he squeezes the head in a rhythmic but firm grip. The resulting moan is satisfying.

Rowan is finally at a hundred, Jay thinks.

Gideon runs a hand down the center of Luca’s back but asks, “Can you finish with Luca? Do you mind, baby? Rowan needs me to help him get on track.”

“Mmm? Jaybird? Yes. Gimme.”

Jay divests himself of his sweats and grabs the lube— vanilla? “Fuck. Who’s idea was this?”

Gideon laughs and pulls out of Luca, lifting him straight up so Jay can grab him around the middle.

“Ask the troublemaker.” He gives them both a peck on the lips and runs a hand over Luca’s hair again, obviously not wanting to leave his soulmate unsatisfied, but Rowan has shifted to a crouch and is counting in English–not Mandarin–in hopes no one will notice.

“Hey, baby. Were you trying to stir everyone up?” He’s not expecting an answer, given how deep Luca is, so he leans in and takes Luca’s mouth in a kiss. He tastes spiced rum on his tongue—maybe Gideon let Luca have a taste before he set Rowan to his counting task. “How do you want me?”

Luca is flat on his belly in the next second—red ass tilted up in a deep curve, one leg bent out to the side. “So pretty, Luca. Such a good boy for us. Were you good for Rowan, too? Do you have permission to come?”

Gideon has Rowan on his knees still, but now the younger alpha has Gideon’s cock down his throat. Rowan is bobbing his head and covering the rest with one hand while the other grips the base of his own just above his knot. Rowan’s not got permission, then. Jay can only be amazed at the control Gideon exerts over these two. It’s nothing short of magic.

He nods and grabs the sheets under his head. “Please, Daddy.” He gives his butt a wiggle, and Jay pushes it up just to watch it fall in a jiggle. Sliding three fingers in with no resistance, he pulls them out so he can press the head of his cock to his mate’s hole, easily slipping in past the first ring.

Gideon is big, but the enigmas are genetically gifted. Jay isn’t as long as Grayson or as wide as Rowan, but this will certainly be a stretch.

Knowing Luca prefers the burn, he doesn’t slow his steady push for the first half. It’s still so tight, and he can feel the blood-red flush rushing down his neck and under the bandage where his trapezius meets his neck.

It’s the bandage he’s been using to hide his bond bite from Nix. Every other bite Jay has from his mates is on the scent glands in his groin. It’s the same for everyone except Gideon and Luca, who had chosen the neck for each other. But the bite from Nix is different. It’s tingling now, sending sparks straight to his cock, and the sensation makes his first thrust rougher than he intended.

Luca moans loudly again, eagerly arching and pushing back. “Yes. Again.”

Every thrust after, Jay must hit Luca’s prostate as he jerks like he’s been electrocuted.

“Feel so good, baby. Do you want me to come in you? Knot?” The door opens, and Finn comes in, robe loosely tied. He’s beautiful, and Jay beckons him over with a finger, not missing a beat. “Can you make Finnie feel good while I do that?”

“Yes. Yes. Gimme your cock, Finnie. M’gonna suck it.” His eyes are closed, but his mouth is open, tongue out. Finn drops his robe outside the nest and, with eyes on where Jay is thrusting slowly in and out, he helps Luca to his hands and knees so Luca can take him deep with a groan.

The three of them have caught Rowan’s attention, but Jay thinks nothing is going to get Rowan’s head in the game. He’s pushing Gideon back and trying for the door again. Luca is getting loud, so he can’t hear Gideon’s response to Rowan’s mantra of a single name: Nix, Nix, Nix.

Just hearing Nix’s name makes him grab Luca’s hips and increase his tempo—harder and with more power. Finn has Luca’s hair in his left hand and another on his throat so he can feel himself there. Inspired, Jay does the same and puts a hand under Luca, so he can feel his cock from the outside. He accidentally brushes Luca’s cock, and the beta comes, clenching so hard Jay can hardly move an inch.

“Fuck, teeth, Luca.” But Finn is coming anyway—head thrown back and eyes clenched closed in pleasure. Luca can hardly swallow fast enough, and it’s overflowing his mouth, down his chin, and onto the bed. He’s ruined, but there’s a smile on his face. Their Luca is happiest when filled from both ends.

“Jay. Don’t knot. I’m sorry. Rowan needs you.” Fuck. He’s ten seconds from coming.

“No, Daddy. Need you to come in me. Need it.” He’s forgotten Rowan’s rut, and Jay hates leaving him empty as much as Luca hates it. Well, almost as much—Jay’s orgasm was so close.

“Fuck, Gid. I was almost—shit. Finn, can you help?” Finn’s still breathing hard, but his dick is still mostly hard.. ish. Walking on his knees, Finn runs a hand down Luca’s side.

“Let me help you, baby.” Before Jay pulls out, he waits to be sure Luca’s okay. Rowan’s rut is at the forefront of their minds, but he’ll not leave Luca a second time unless he’s on board.

“Yeah. Rowan needs you, too. I love Finnie’s cock,” Luca slurs.

Finn groans, fully hard now. “Can I knot?”

“Please, I need it.”

Pulling out is almost torture, and his wolf is very unhappy. He finds Rowan on his belly, Gideon flat on top, but he’s struggling. Not continuously, but every time Gideon stops talking, he starts up again.

“Rowan. Oh, baby.” Jay’s stomach sinks the moment he glimpses Rowan’s face. Their mate is crying. Rowan never cries. The sight twists something deep in his chest—an ache that’s almost enough to kill the erection that he’d been sure was so urgent five seconds before.

“Alpha, please. Need Nix. Need him. Please.” His mind flashes back to the ICU when Rowan had risked it all just to scent their mate, but despite the scene Finn had described earlier, Jay doubts Nix is ready for full-on enigma alpha in rut. Jay runs his hand through Rowan’s hair and then down over Gideon’s back.

“Gid, are you–?” He means to ask if Gideon is in Rowan, but Gideon shakes his head. “What are you thinking, then?”

“He can fuck me and you can fuck him. If he’ll agree. Then, once Finnie is done with Luca, we’ll see if he can go another round. We should maybe see if Leo can come in. He likes the way he and Leo smell together.” Jay can’t blame him; the cinnamon and the spiced rum are intoxicating.

Their baby alpha is still chanting Nix’s name through his hiccuping tears. “Rowan, do you want to fuck?”

“Nix?” He’s so hopeful.

“No, baby. He’s asleep, remember?” Jay’s voice is calm, but he can see the cracks forming—Rowan is at the end of his rope, and Gideon isn’t far behind. It’s hard enough to watch your mate lose themselves to their rut, but to leave their one desire unfulfilled? That’s torture.

A chill settles over Jay as an ominous premonition creeps in: he’ll be the same way in two months if Nix isn’t ready. Who is he kidding? Jay is already starving for him and if Jay feels it now, what the hell is going to happen when his own rut hits?

“I’d like it if you made me and Jay come. Can you do that?” Gideon has three fingers in his own ass and has elected to use the unscented lube so as not to remind Rowan what he’s missing. “You can fuck me, baby. And Jay will do the same to you. We’ll come together, and you’ll feel so much better.”

“Then Nix, right? Wanna make him feel good.” He’s so forlorn, Jay’s poor mate.

Gideon slides off Rowan and rolls over on his back, pulling up his legs. Jay sees his gorgeous pink hole and thinks it’s been too long since he was in there. Sighing, he gets his head back in the game, urging Rowan up and over Gideon.

“Does he need prep?” Gideon shakes his head, and Jay gets a look at the head of a black plug in Rowan’s entrance. Fuck. “That’s the biggest one, Gideon, fuck.”

“Don’t look at me, Jay. I’m about to take the real thing. Come on, Rowan, give it to me.”

Jay can see it hurts when Rowan pushes into him, groaning through his tears. Rowan doesn’t slow down until Gideon whispers something in his ear, just for the two of them.

Then he speaks loud enough for Jay to hear. “You ready there, big alpha? He’s being so good. Ready, Rowan?” Jay pulls the plug out to the music of Rowan’s growl and tosses it out of the nest to be cleaned and returned to the cabinet later.

For the second time in the last thirty minutes, he’s pushing into one of his mates. “Fuck, Rowan, you gotta relax, baby. So tight.” He checks on Gideon, who is? supporting most of the weight of two grown men. He’s surprised when Rowan realizes the same thing and puts both of his hands down beside Gideon’s head to bear some of their combined weight.

Jay pushes in and watches Rowan’s back roll as he does the same to Gideon. He tries to take over the rhythm, but both Jay and Gideon are way ahead of him, and by the time he’s caught his breath, Jay is taking his cues from Gideon. Holding Rowan between them, it’s easy to feel when the youngest alpha starts shaking continuously.

“He needs your bite to come; he’s gone too long.”

Picking up speed, Jay feels the release he’d been denied burst in his belly as he sinks his fangs deep into Rowan’s shoulder blade. The younger alpha’s hips stutter, and he forces his knot into Gideon below them, collapsing on Gideon, whose eyes roll back as he follows them over.

“Fuck, Rowan, is that bigger than your last rut? Holy fuck. Don’t fucking move. Jay, tell me you didn’t knot?” Gideon gets out through a clenched jaw.

Jay doesn’t answer, instead pulling out and heading to the bathroom to wash Rowan’s plug thoroughly. He’s asleep on Gideon’s chest when Jay returns.

Luca and Finn are similarly dozing, spooned in the corner of the nest.

“Be careful, or I will end you.”

“Of course, my love. But you’ll have to catch me first.” He dodges a swat to his face and pushes the head of the plug back inside his sleeping mate, who, luckily for Jay, doesn’t even twitch as Jay settles the base firmly in place. “Well, that went okay in the end?”

“Whose end, you ask? Mine. I am not joking. His knot has got to be bigger. Can you see?”

“Are you going to be alright?”

“If no one startles him, I’ll survive. I’m only glad he’s down for the count. He’s never been like this before. Everything I’ve ever done to help him keep his cool went out the window.” He’s whispering in hopes the alpha will rest and maybe come into his next wave much more in control.

“We should see if Leo can do his thing. I’ll see if he is up for company.”

Reaching into the pocket of his sweats, he sees a text from Grayson.

His stomach drops. Pulling his sweats on, he checks on his mates. Gideon’s eyes are closed, and he’s got his lower lip caught between his teeth. He runs his hand through Gideon’s sweaty hair and whispers, “Gid, I gotta go. Nix claimed Grayson.”

Without opening his eyes, he whispers back, “Well, that’s two of you now, then, eh?”