Bonds of Fate (Fated in the Stars #2)

Chapter Fifteen Nix

Nix

Nix would be the first to admit to himself—not to anyone else because no one but him ever needs to have the details—that his sex life hasn’t been anything but horrific.

Just because he hadn’t known love or passion until he woke up smack dab in the epicenter of the hottest group of men, already more than halfway in love with every single one, doesn’t mean he can’t recognize it. That doesn’t mean he can’t describe it, can’t feel it.

Can’t need it.

And he does. Need it, that is.

What he’s already felt with Rowan and Grayson has taken him far beyond anything he ever could have imagined—if he’d ever let himself imagine it at all. The intimacy, the love, the burning desire not just to experience pleasure but to give it, to share it, to claim it for himself…it’s overwhelming.

If he had to guess, maybe it’s even more intense because of the horrors—no, maybe not because of them, but despite them.

Because even though the traumas still lurk—shadows at the edges of his mind—his wolf is pushing for this.

And for the first time, Nix doesn’t want to fight it.

He wants this night—and all the ones that follow.

To bind himself to each of them in the most primal way possible.

Nix stops to gather himself just outside the closed door to Gideon’s space, to let the awe of these feelings—excitement and anticipation—overthrow the demons from his sexual past and force them into their box. A box he won’t think about tonight or maybe ever again if he can help it.

This box is one his wolf is entirely happy to leave firmly closed.

When Jamie had explained a bit about how Luca needs Gideon and how Gideon needs Luca, Nix had been confused. As he’d told Gideon, he had zero knowledge of what Jamie refers to as the BDSM community—an acronym he’ll look up later if he can find a computer somewhere—, but he doesn’t suppose it means anything more in this context than what they’ve already told him.

Luca needs Gideon to control his pleasure and pain and, well, most of his decisions—if what Nix has seen in practice since he’s been awake is accurate—and Luca seems happier about it.

Gideon also doesn’t see Luca as a burden. He treasures him and the trust his love has placed in his hands.

It’s the perfect melding of need and desire, love and trust, practice and restraint.

Jamie had called it beautiful, and Nix is learning to see exactly that.

The only person he needs to talk to about it still is Luca.

Gideon had asked him to be kind and gentle, and Nix feels a churning in his stomach at the fear that he could fuck this up. But the first thought he had waking up was that he was going to protect this sweet, beautiful boy from ever knowing genuine hurt, and that means even from himself.

As he sometimes does since coming to Nashville, he sends out a quick prayer, hoping that now his words can be heard. Please let me say the right things. I love Luca. Uh…thank you.

He hears a song being hummed on the other side of the door, though when he taps lightly, it cuts off.

“Nixie?”

When Nix opens the door and peeks inside, Luca is kneeling on a bed pillow, a bright red lollipop in his mouth. The first thing Nix notices is that his lips are sticky.

But he’s quickly distracted by the candy-apple-red ballerina-style dress. It’s tight across his chest, the top edge just barely skimming his perfect nipples.

And he’s glowing—so happy to see him.

“You came.”

Nix has an armful of happy-smelling, chocolatey, cherry-from-the-lollipop Luca, and he sticks his nose in his throat to get more of the scent.

It goes a bit burnt-coffee at his shyness, and Nix thinks it might be fear.

“I wasn’t sure you would come. Gideon said you might not want to play with us.”

Ah. Gently, Nix.

“I want to be with you, Luca, in every way we can, and I really want to keep my promise.” He wiggles his eyebrows just to hear him giggle. “And I think I do want to…play . I think. I’m excited and, well,…” He gestures to his already-tented t-shirt. “ Excited .”

“But…?” Therein lies the rub. Luca puts the lollipop in the trash can and takes Nix’s hands in his.

“But I want to be sure you’re okay. I trust you, and I trust Gideon, but I don’t know how any of this works. My experiences haven’t been the nicest…”

They both flinch because he had not meant to say that.

“Baby.” Luca pulls them both to the floor, half on and half off the pillow. Luca grunts in surprise. “Oops, forgot for a moment about my toy. Whoa-nelly!”

“That’s what I mean. Are you really okay? It looks uncomfortable. Am I being weird by asking? Everyone seems good with it, and maybe I’m just sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Is that what has you smelling so worked up? Whew. Um…okay, give me a second.” Luca closes his eyes and then appears to be talking to himself.

It’s fascinating, and Nix thinks he can learn all kinds of things from how genuine Luca is with his instincts, self-awareness, and zest for life.

After a minute, his beautiful eyes pop open. “I want to have a long conversation with you about how Gideon and I ended up here. I do. But I’m sort of already down a bit. Do you know what I mean? He’s already started this, and if I spend too much time talking about it with you, all the work he’s done will be wasted. Ugh. I’m not making sense, am I?”

But he is.

Gideon had shared about the floaty feeling, and Nix understands that it’s a process. If it’s something Luca needs, Nix could ruin that. So, he absolutely will not be forcing that conversation right now.

“Gideon says it’s like I get when I scent too much. Floaty? If you are anything like me and it feels half as good, then I do not want anything ruined for you. Just tell me you’re good.”

Nix means it. He can feel it in his belly: if Luca says he’s good, then he knows it’s true, and maybe he can follow his mate’s lead and let go a bit tonight, too.

“I’m really, really good, Nixie. So good. I want you to feel good, too. Do you want to play with me?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know if I want the same things as you.”

Luca’s jaw drops a bit, and he huffs in a short laugh. “No, I don’t think you do, or at least not right now. Or probably ever. But that’s for tomorrow’s Luca and Nix. Tonight, I wanna dress you up and suck your dick. Maybe eat some of that slick that fucking everybody is talking about. What do you think?”

He’s got a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face.

“Yes.” Nix breathes it out, and it’s as easy as that—Nix trusts Luca to know himself and maybe help him do the same.

“Yessss!” A literal fist pump and a happy jump up have Luca catching his breath again. “I keep forgetting that it’s in there.”

“Can I see?”

Luca hesitates—conflict marring his sweet face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Gideon says if I come again without permission, I am not going to for a week. A week , Nixie. That’s forever in the Luca universe. Forever. Can’t risk it.”

He’s pulling Nix toward the bathroom.

Nix understands that the two of them are combustible. Twice now, they’ve almost come together. Nix wants there to be a third time for real.

“Can I do your hair? Gideon did mine with red bows, and I picked out pink ones for you. If you wanted?”

Nix’s heart melts at the tone, as if he might not want exactly whatever Luca wants for the foreseeable future.

“Please. He says you have something for me to wear. Can I see?” This time, Luca detours toward the bed and returns with the softest, silkiest pink slip dress.

Nix hasn’t much experience with sexy nightgowns or dresses, but he has always liked to feel pretty—even if he has never had much opportunity before now.

“They’ll be coming for us soon, I think. Can I help you? See if you like it, and if not, we can choose something else.” Luca puts the pink dress back on the edge of Gideon’s bed and grabs the hem of Nix’s t-shirt before pausing. “Okay?”

Nix can’t help but smile.

It seems to slow Luca down for a moment, but he shakes it off and pulls Nix’s t-shirt over his head in one swift motion.

“Fuck, Nixie. Fuck. How are you for real?”

It’s almost a whisper, full of awe.

“I’m nothing like you, Luca. I’m too thin, and my freckles aren’t as nice as Rowan’s are. I’m ugly.”

“What?! You’re beautiful. Jay told us that change takes everything that’s the best about you and keeps it forever, but to me, you have always been beautiful. Even the Goddess must love your freckles because they’re so pretty, baby. One of these days, I’m going to count every single one with kisses.”

Luca is so earnest that Nix wants to believe him, but his voice still rings in his ears, whispering about how ugly they are.

Nix remembers how he tried to burn each one off with a cigarette. He hadn’t even smoked—he’d just bought them to hurt Nix.

At least he hadn’t started with the ones on his face.

The memory slips out of the box without permission, hitting him so hard he sways, dizzy and unsteady.

“Whoa, there. Are you okay?” Luca’s finger is under his chin, and he tilts it up. “What did I say?”

“Nothing. Can I try the dress now? Please?” He desperately does not want to talk to sweet Luca about cigarettes and screams, and he’s not sure he could lie well enough not to bring Luca out of his floaty place—instinct tells him that would be bad.

“I…okay. If you’re sure?” Nix is grateful his mate isn’t focused on anything but where Gideon has led him. It really is a miracle. Nix hopes he’s not bad for wanting a bit of that for himself.

“I’m good, baby. That dress is so pretty, gimme.”

Together, they slide the dress over his head, and it settles soft as an angel’s wing over his chest and hips, floating around his bare butt. It’s soft on his dick, too, and there’s already slick between his cheeks.

Oh god, what if he leaks so much that it starts running down his legs? No. He’s not ready for that. Maybe there are pants?

Luca ties the deep v-neckline closed with its tiny satin bow. “So pretty, Nixie. Daddy is going to lose his big bad alpha mind.”

“Daddy? You mean Jamie, right? Do you call him that all the time?”

Luca reaches for the hairbrush and puts two tiny pigtails on the top of his head—most of his hair fits in, and it feels funny. Nice, too, but strange. It adds to that wet feeling in his behind.

“Luca, does this dress come with pants? Or something?”

“What? You want pants ?” He sounds suitably horrified at the mere mention. “Why? Your cute tush is perfect, just like this. Gideon says I can’t pressure you or anything, but if I were, it would be against pants— and just a little.”

“Well, it’s embarrassing. You promise you won’t laugh?”

Luca puts a hand over his left tit and tries to look solemn while declaring, “I would never .”

“Well, I’m wet, and I don’t want to leave a trail of uh…slick running down my legs. It’s…”

Luca is behind him on his knees before he can finish his sentence, with Nix’s ass cupped in his hands. “Please let me see. Please.”

“If you’re sure?” Nix spreads his legs a bit, and some slick does slip out. He can’t help but cringe just a little. This might be bad in terms of helping Luca be good.

But Luca is moaning and breathing heavily. “Oh, holy fucking hell. That is the hottest thing, baby. Can I taste it, I promise I’ll be good. Can I? Just my fingers. I’ll save the lic—nope, not thinking about that right now. Soon, Luca. Soon. You can do it.”

“If you want, and only if it’s not too hard—yes.”

He feels his mate’s hand pry open his left cheek, and more slick slides out. The burn in his belly ramps up, and with Luca’s mocha scent turning extra chocolaty, he’s already well on his way to feeling a bit floaty.

“Oh, fuck, will you look at that. I just need a taste, okay? Just a tiny one to hold me over. Don’t move, baby.”

And then there’s a finger sliding up his butt cheek to his hole, and when Nix finally looks over his shoulder, he can see Luca with his fingers in his mouth, eyes rolled back.

“Mmmmm, so good, Nixie.” He’s shaking, and Nix is for sure not helping Luca be good at all.

“Luca.”

They both startle and maybe it’s enough to pull Luca back from whatever edge he’d been teetering on because Leo is pink-cheeked and hard in his sweats.

“Fuck, you two. Gideon is going to be pissed if you aren’t being good. I think you should head down—dinner’s ready.”

Nix can smell the spicy cinnamon of Leo’s arousal, musky with precome, if the damp spot in the front of his sweats is anything to go by, and Nix wants it. He’s headed toward his gorgeous mate when Leo holds out a hand in the universal “stop” gesture.

“Nope. Nope. Nix, I am not brave enough to face Gideon if you come over here. I’m going to need a few minutes. Start without me.” Leo backs away with a tiny shake of his head before pointing a finger at them both.

“I mean, start dinner without me. Nothing else. That, you should wait on me. Yup, do not want to miss a second of that. Fuck. I’m going.”

As Leo escapes the room, Nix looks over his shoulder to find Luca, who has a mischievous grin on his lips. Leo should be rewarded for his patience and for saving the evening.

“Luca. Pants, please. I am not leaking all over everything at the dinner table.”

“I should say not, as no one will be eating anything but you, then. That’d be worth seeing at some future date, though.” In the end, they find some pink ruffled panties that have just the right amount of cheek.

“One more thing.”

Luca runs into the bathroom and comes out again with a tiny pot of gold shimmer. “Can I? You look so pretty. I think this might be good.”

Nix can only nod and stay perfectly still as Luca uses his fingertip to press the shimmer over his collarbones, chest, and high on his cheeks. While he works, he whispers, “It’s edible, just like you.”

When he’s done, he’s so close that Nix wants what he always wants when his mates are close. “Kiss?”

Luca kisses like it’s the last time: all tongue and teeth, and it’s wet—his chocolate taste makes Nix even gladder for the thin barrier of those ruffle panties, probably soaked through by now. But he pulls away before Nix can throw caution–and the possibility of Gideon’s ire–to the wind.

As if with a sixth sense for his soulmate, he says, “We should go, Gideon is wondering where we are. Are you ready?”

Taking a minute to really check in, he looks at his partner-in-crime and grins big. “Yes.”

And it’s easy with Luca’s hand in his.

“Hey, you never explained about calling Jamie ‘Daddy?’” He can hear the din of their mates’ voices, especially Gideon, who’s grumbling good-naturedly.

“Oh, yeah. He likes it. I mean, I’m the only one who does it, but if you want to break that iron control when you fuck, try it. You will not be sorry. Good times,” he sighs.

Good to know. Good. To. Know. Because Nix Rena has just about had enough of Jamie Rhodes’s legendary self-control. Nine years is a long time, and Nix thinks a good hard fuck from his true love might be just what he needs.

Before he has to go through the hard parts, but he’s not making room for that tonight. That’s a problem for tomorrow’s Nix—and his wolf.

Looks like they’re just in time. Gideon is already getting up to retrieve them when Luca pulls him into the room.

Everyone’s sitting in the same places as yesterday’s dinner, and Nix keeps his eyes down.

He’s not sure where his confidence went. Not that he’d had it in spades or anything, but the gold shimmer had made him feel special, and Leo’s reaction had helped.

Now, the room is dead silent.

He’s closest to Gideon and Jamie, and the combined scent of rain-drenched forest hits him so fast it goes straight to his head.

“I was just coming to find you. We sent Leo up ten minutes ago.” It’s a bit hoarse, and Nix glances up to see Gideon’s throat bob as he swallows. Nix giggles quietly at the memory of how fast Leo retreated.

“Leo took one look at us and locked himself in his bedroom. He says to start dinner without him. He’ll be a few minutes. I think he likes our dresses.”

Luca raises Nix’s hand in a twirl so the pink dress flares out, and they can all see his tiny ruffle bottom cheeky panties. He hopes the wet hasn’t seeped through yet. He’s sure he’ll never get used to it. “Nixie likes the ruffles.”

For the first time in days, Nix sees Rowan; there’s a twinge in his belly, and he’s struck by how much he wants him, but he’s been rutting, as Gideon calls it, and he’s not sure whether he’d be welcome so soon after.

But the young alpha throws back his wine in a single gulp, refilling his glass, eyes tracing his body in the silky dress. Only to hear Gideon chastise him. “Rowan, enough. You want to play—you drink in moderation.”

The young alpha nods and gives his new glass to Grayson, who has no qualms about shooting it back. “Ya! That’s a three-hundred-dollar bottle of wine, you heathens.”

The others chuckle, and he can feel their eyes on him.

He has no experience knowing whether it’s good attention or something else entirely. Disgust? No—they wouldn’t, couldn’t think that.

Whatever it is, he can’t tell, and he’s suddenly craving that floaty place where his wolf is in charge, and all he has to do is feel.

Luca seems to sense that Nix is out of his element and gives him a gentle push toward the one person he can always count on—the one he knows by heart: Jamie.

“Daddy, Nixie is shy.”

“Jay,” Gideon growls. “Get it together.”

In that second, Jamie has his hand out, and Nix is climbing onto hard thighs and resting the satin front of his panties against a hard cock.

Pushing his face into his alpha’s neck, he breathes deeply of the woodsy pine scent and feels Jamie’s lush mouth right up against his ear. “Baby boy. You are fucking hot—I think I’m going to die.”

It’s ridiculous and makes him feel so good he gives a happy wiggle.

He’s happy to sit facing Jamie and to sneak nips of his jaw and earlobe to distract himself from the anticipation. He’s going to come in front of all his mates, and just the idea has him grinding down on Jamie’s hardness just to hear him pant.

Leo’s cinnamon scent precedes him when he returns.

“What kept you, Leo? Hmm?”

“What do you want me to say? If you saw what I saw, you’d have needed three minutes to yourself, too. At least now, I might last long enough to see one of them come. Fuck.”

Nix thinks back to what he did see—Luca, kneeling behind him, sucking slick off his fingers—and his face goes hot with something that’s not quite embarrassment.

Or if it is embarrassment, it feels good.

He’s not interested in whatever game Jamie is playing with what Nix is sure is Gideon’s excellent pasta. His wolf thinks he should start something with their alpha to see if he can get everyone moving toward the main event when he looks up to see Rowan clearing his plate, still chewing his last mouthful, and grabbing anyone else’s plate as he goes.

It’s like he read Nix’s body because they are surely on the same wavelength. Nix wants to climb down and thank him personally, maybe on his knees. He moves to stand and intercept when Gideon puts his fork down.

“Alright, Rowan. I move to adjourn this meeting to the couch. Luca, color?” Nix checks in with his baby to see he’s got Finn’s neck between his teeth, eye glazed, nails dug in hard to those magnificently broad shoulders.

Finn is similarly tense and red-faced, eyes glittering behind his glasses, but hands securely on Luca’s waist and not an inch lower.

“Luca. Color.”

Luca’s focus comes back long enough to look up into Gideon’s eyes. “Green, sugar. Soooo green. Super green. Green as the grass, green as–”

“I think we get it.” He rubs a hand over Luca’s hair, and it’s the look of pure, fond affection that settles Nix’s last tiny worry.

This isn’t just sex. It’s love. Pure. He hopes that he might have that, too, someday.

He catches Jamie’s eye, and he knows that he can have it—maybe even does already, if he can just let himself believe.

“Kitten? You ready?” Gideon has turned that fond look on him, and it has the same level of affection in it. He must hesitate at seeing it because Gideon frowns a tiny bit and crouches down, whispering so Luca can’t hear. “Nix, are you sure? You don’t mrmpf–” Nix grabs his face and kisses him hard. He holds his cheeks and sucks his lower lip in, and then opens his mouth in surrender.

He’s happy to know Gideon can read his mind about this, too, because his jaw is suddenly held firmly, and there’s pressure for him to open wider. Gideon tastes like the little bit of dinner he’d managed to eat and a lot like a thunderstorm in the summer—fiery, passionate, and a little like anticipation.

The firm grip and the taste of him drop Nix all the way down into that floaty place.

He’s drooling when Gideon breaks away, and Jamie–who had the best seat in the house–says, “Jesus, fuck, Gid.”

The floaty place Nix has been courting all evening finally descends, wrapping around him like a shield, forcing the worst part of the morning back into its box. The echoes of old horrors, the weight of today’s revelations—he refuses to let them weigh him down.

But his wolf won’t let him forget.

They need this. Need them.

And so, he lets the floaty feeling pull him under because this is where he belongs.

If he could focus better, he’s sure he’d see the most self-satisfied smirk on the alpha’s face.

“Finn, Jay, you have the codes for Luca tonight. You know the drill.”

Nix doesn’t know the codes or what the “drill” is, but Luca squeals when Finn stands up, now holding him under his juicy butt.

A shadow falls over where Nix has slumped, belly sizzling from that kiss, and when Jamie stands up, he’s held tight under his butt.

“Baby boy, go with Gray.”

Nix is more than happy to go with Gray. He loves Gray, but Jamie needs to know the plan.

“Jamie.” There’s a sudden quiet in the room, but Nix has long since passed caring.

“Mmm?”

“When I am done keeping my promise, and I have tasted all the come, I would like for you to fuck me in your room on your bed. And bite me. I am done waiting. D-U-N. Done. Get it? Got it? Good. Love you and your dick.”

He’s now looking into Jamie’s red eyes, and those scary-long fangs are down. So he sticks out his tongue, leans in, and gives them a long lick. It’s so delicious that he immediately forgets everything else.

“Jay.” It’s Grayson, and there’s Gideon, too, by the smell of thunder, but Jamie is just holding him close against his chest.

When he pries open his heavy eyelids, Jamie’s are closed. Open. Closed. They can’t seem to sync, and Nix needs to see his eyes.

Taking two fingers, he pries Jamie’s eyelids open—and immediately hears a cough-laugh right behind him.

“Hello. You heard me, right?”

His love’s eyes flash hazel-red-hazel, then finally settle on hazel, his belly gliding tantalizingly over Nix’s hard dick as he laughs quietly.

He made his beloved happy.

There’s a squeeze, and then he’s being passed to Grayson.

“I hear you, baby boy.” Jamie coughs, straightening his shoulders.“We can do that.”

As he’s being carried away, Nix does a tiny fist pump and mouths a silent, yes!

He’s not carried far, just to the cozily lit living area. Luca is on all fours, ass up on the very large, square, padded coffee table. It’s covered in a crisp, cool, white sheet that’s clutched in his tight grip. He’s shaking and jerking, drooling out the side of his mouth.

Then it stops—only to start up again—then cuts off suddenly when Grayson sets Nix on his tiptoes, right beside his shaking mate.

Luca is moaning now, too, caught in the aftershocks.

Nix crouches down. “Luca. Baby. Oh gosh, are you okay?”

His floaty feeling is threatening to float away, but Luca gives him the biggest smile and opens his beautiful eyes. Coming to his knees, Nix can still see the muscles in his golden thighs twitch.

But it’s the glint of silver between his legs that has him hypnotized. The cage is small and covers all of Luca’s perfect cock, with a band around the base and a metal ring over his balls. Nix could easily get a finger in between the bars to caress the hairless skin.

“M’good. So good. Finnie is…ahhhhhh.”

His eyes roll back, cock leaking like a tap onto the white sheet. Nix’s gaze tracks to Finn, who has the seat directly at the end of the couch. He smirks and waves his phone, and Nix is alert enough to grasp that he’s doing something with his phone to the toy in Luca’s ass. It abruptly stops, and Luca falls forward into Nix’s arms.

“Wanna suck you. You promised.”

Nix looks to Gideon, who is sitting beside Jamie in the dead center of the couch with Grayson, Rowan, and Leo on either side. “Gideon?”

He’s rewarded when Gideon stands, helping Luca up. He’s thinking, and then he grins, and Nix has a fleeting moment to regret his earlier teasing of his alpha, whose grin is sly and beautiful.

Someday, he’d like to see more of it.

“Finn, let’s give Luca a break for a minute or two.” He lets Finn hold Luca up. “Jay, would you give us a hand?”

He gestures to the center of the table and pushes Jamie down so he’s sitting cross-legged, but he’s whispering in Nix’s ear, “You can say stop at any time, and we will stop. I’ll make sure Luca is good.”

That’s all Nix needs to hear. He takes a glance at each of his mates in various stages of desire, hands resting just inside or on top of sweatpants-covered cocks, gazes firmly on him, and it feels amazing .

“I’m good.”

With that, Gideon drops his hands to lift the hem of the silky nightgown, pulling the ruffled panties down.

Nix is helpful and lifts his feet if only to speed this along.

Luca is frozen in Finn’s arms, biting down on his pec through the white sweater, a single hand down the front of Finn’s sweats just holding his cock.

Nix wants to see it.

Once free of them, he’s pushed backward into Jamie’s lap—right onto that huge, hard cock, hiding not-so-stealthily in his love’s sweatpants.

“Fuck,” Jamie moans.

Nix’s cock is hard, too, his wet ass now soaking through the front of those gray sweatpants.

“You can do it, alpha. Okay, kitten, knees up. Jay, place your hands under his thighs and…up…yes. Perfect. Oh, kitten, so pink and pretty. So wet. My goodness, look at that. Wet on both ends. Luca, you should clean him up.”

When Jamie pulls his legs up, it tilts his ass out and his cock and balls forward, so Luca–who acts like his strings have been cut–falls to his knees.

“Oh, fuck.” It’s Rowan, and his groan has Grayson pressing down on his thigh to ground him, maybe hold him back. Both men’s eyes burn into where Nix is bared to the room.

“You going to be okay, Rowan? You’ve got this?” Gideon asks.

Nix isn’t sure what has Gideon tensed up.

It’s so arousing to see Rowan pull his— holy-fuck— cock out of his sweats and palm the head, giving the length a long slow stroke.

Then he feels Luca’s hot mouth take him all the way in, and the two sensations mirror to mess with his already-floaty brain.

Nix knows he’s smaller than average, and Luca is a previously self-declared expert, so his entire cock is wet and warm, soft tongue running over the underside as Luca moans. “Baby, you taste like candy.”

His dark eyes are fevered, and he looks up under his lashes at their alpha, who has gone stock-still behind him. “Daddy, baby tastes so good. You should try.”

Two fingers are rubbing around Nix’s wet hole, scooping up his vanilla-sweet slick and then offering them up. The fire in Nix’s belly becomes scorching when he looks up to see Luca slide them into Jamie’s mouth.

Jamie lets one of his legs drop so he can hold Luca’s fingers in his mouth and suck. His alpha is growling, and he feels the tiniest pain-prick of claws into the back of his thigh while Luca takes his cock down, again and again, to the root.

Luca gives a long moan and wiggles his bum; Finn’s finger is on his phone again while Leo has gone into a crouch. He has his hand under Luca, where Nix imagines he’s feeling Luca’s cock through the bars of his cage.

Luca’s mouth goes slack in his distraction, and Nix tries to move his hips to fuck up into his mate’s drooling mouth, but Jamie thwarts him with a renewed firm grip on his thighs.

Nix tries to use his hands to guide Luca’s head, but Jamie takes them in a single hand, gently grinding the fragile bones and holding firm when he struggles a tiny bit.

“Okay, baby boy?” Is whispered in his ear.

“Yes. Yes. So good. Please.”

Leo’s other hand grips Luca’s head and forces the slack mouth down as far as he can, so Nix feels his throat clutch around the head of Nix’s dick.

“Ahhhhhh, L-Leo.”

Leo’s smirk only makes him hotter. “So fucking hot, Nix.”

The cushion beside him depresses slightly as Gideon perches on the edge, hand on Jamie’s pec, watching Leo tease his soulmate and then Nix’s face and back again—his eyes hot, and his breath heating the side of Nix’s face. He uses long fingers to push the tendril of hair from Nix’s sweaty forehead before trailing it down, down over the satin ties of Nix’s nightgown.

“So pretty and pink here, too, kitten.” Long fingers trail into the deep “V” as it gapes open; Gideon pulls it down far enough so his nipples are exposed to the cool air in the room, and then there’s a soft fingertip over his hard nipple.

It’s not enough.

Grayson has moved to Luca’s other side and has his fingers pinched hard around the beta’s nipple, over the edge of the red tutu: pinch, release, pinch, twist.

Luca’s throat vibrates with his moans every time he takes Nix deep.

There’s a sharp, aching pain over his nipple, and when he looks down, he sees it pinched up between Gideon’s fingers while he scrapes a blunt nail over the tip. It’s exquisite. He imagines he and Luca are sharing the same sensation, and it lights him up even more.

“More—”

Finn pulls Leo back and onto his lap with a groan, both with pants around their knees. Maybe Leo prepped while he was busy being late for dinner. Finn’s long fingers of one hand are on Leo’s cock, while the other hand is holding his wrists captive. Finn whispers something that makes Leo’s eyes roll back, and he comes in spurts, his moaning ah-ah-ah loud in the quiet room.

Nix wants that. He wants to come. His partners’ pleasure and Luca’s assault on his cock has only ramped up his need to come.

“Want your come, baby. Give it to me.” Luca’s voice is gravelly, and together with Gideon’s pinching of his now very-tender nipples and the hard cock under him—he’s awash in intense sensation.

“So good, Luca. Suck harder. Wanna come in you. Wanna come in you.” It’s a mantra. But he stops when Luca stops. His orgasm had been barreling down on him hard, but now they were frozen in a strange sexual tableau where everyone is waiting for Luca to get where he needs to be.

“I want you to come in me.” His head is tilted up in supplication, eyes on Gideon. “Sugar, I want Nix to come in me. Can I? Please. Please, want that. Want Nixie’s come. Please.”

Now, it’s Luca’s mantra.

Realization dawning, Gideon groans, “You want Nix to fuck you, honey?”

Someone on the couch gasps, followed by another, deeper moan, followed by the spicy scent of Rowan’s come—which means Luca isn’t the only one excited to see where this could go.

Gideon looks at Nix, and he can’t believe he’s being offered this chance.

He’s never topped in his life for reasons best not examined here, and he’s never expected to. Why it never occurred to him, he can’t say in this state of mind, but right now, his balls draw up, and it’s only quick thinking on Jamie’s part–with his hand firmly around the base of Nix’s throbbing dick, slippery with spit and his own slick–that it’s still an option because he is very, very interested in this change of events.

Gideon doesn’t ask him, Nix thinks it’s because he doesn’t want Luca to hear “no,” but there is an unspoken question in those beautiful eyes, and Nix realizes Gideon will give them this if Nix agrees.

But Gideon’s agreement isn’t the only person he cares about; he feels like he needs Jamie on board too, so he spins in Jamie’s lap, careful of that steely erection, and finds only arousal and the sweetest of smiles on his love’s face.

“I am sure I am not alone when I say I would love to see you fuck Luca.”

There are similar murmurs from his other mates and even a whimper from Leo.

For a second, his face falls.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He’s not sure if his new instincts extend to this version of fucking.

“Luca, can you ride Nix?” Jamie asks.

Luca jumps straight up, nearly knocking Gideon in the jaw with the top of his head, his enthusiasm radiating off him.

He’s beautiful in his eagerness, and Nix uses his now-free hands to hold him close.

“I love you, Luca. Can you make us both feel good?”

Luca’s eyes soften—just for a second. A breath. A flicker of something more than play.

“Yeah, baby. I got you.”

And just like that, Nix lets go.

His Luca’s smile is sweet, and even though he’s under, he’s able to guide Nix back onto his back so he’s propped up, shoulders in Jamie’s lap. The pink nightgown is pushed up over his sore nipples, and there’s a small hand over them and then down his belly to between his legs, gathering his slick from his now-achy, clenching hole.

Luca’s hand is hot and slippery over his angry-looking red cock.

There’s a momentary pause when he wonders if he might even be enough for Luca to feel him. But Luca is wasting no time, muttering, want it want it want it want it under his breath.

He bends over for a minute, and he kisses Nix softly while Gideon pulls the toy out, wrapping it in a cloth Leo provides like magic for cleaning later.

And then Nix’s belly is clenching as Luca is poised over him, knees beside his hips, looking into his eyes. “Baby?”

There is so much love pulsing through him that Nix’s wolf is beside himself with it, twirling in his chest and prancing. “Yes. Do it.”

The hand on his cock is Gideon’s, and he wishes he could see what everyone else sees. “Video,” he groans to anyone who will listen. “Wanna see. Later.”

There are no less than three phones pointed at them as Luca slides down on Nix’s cock.

It’s hot and tight, and when Luca clenches, Nix’s belly tenses, and he bucks up. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before, and when Luca starts to bounce in tiny pulses up and down, it’s sensation on top of sensation.

Panting, he squeezes his eyes shut—completely out of his element, not really doing anything at all.

Suddenly, Grayson is crouched beside him because surely he must know Nix is struggling.

Jamie tucks a strand of sweaty black hair behind Grayson’s ear, and once it’s out of the way, Grayson only has eyes for him.

“Open your eyes, Angel. See how pretty Luca is. See his pretty, pink tits—they jiggle when he’s bouncing, and he’s feeling so good.”

Nix raises one hand to grab the full, bouncy pec and squeezes, and Luca clenches harder.

“Is he clenching down when he pulls up? Plant your feet, that’s right, now when he comes down, meet him. You’re doing so well. Better?”

And it is better.

Luca is moving faster, and Nix is sure he’s going to come. His beta is stunning—eyes half-lidded, drool, and slick on his round cheeks.

Luca is listening to Grayson, too, grabbing his nipples to pull them out as far as he can.

“Give me your hand. There, now you can feel where your cock is in him, Angel. Making him feel so good.”

The place where Nix’s cock disappears into his mate is slippery and wet; it hits him, then, that he’s fucking his own slick into Luca’s hole.

There’s no warning as even the idea of it causes the pleasurable agony in his belly to burst into a million pieces, as he jackknifes up to grab his mate by the hair to pull his head to the side.

Beautiful Luca is his for real and forever. “Luca.”

No one is as surprised as Nix is when he sinks his fangs into where Luca’s shoulder meets his neck, just under Gideon’s claiming bite.

Luca comes loudly, dick soft and untouched, right after him, his moaned baby ringing in his ears.