Chapter Gideon
Gideon
There had always been the drive, the constant forward movement toward the shining, nebulous idea of his faceless-but-already-treasured mates.
He strove to push his darkness back so he could fulfill his Goddess-divined destiny to protect them.
And he wanted them—Gods, he wanted them.
Not out of duty, not because of prophecy.
Because even before he knew their names or faces, he loved them.
But love didn’t mean he felt worthy.
That was the cruel part. He lived to serve a bond he wasn’t sure he deserved. Every hour he trained, every instinct he fought down, every mask of control he wore—it was all so maybe, maybe, he’d be enough when the day finally came.
The Goddess had chosen him even if he would never understand why.
He is not one to dwell on Their plan beyond what he has been tasked to do.
So he has worked hard and was given Leo and Jay, strength and freedom in two very different forms, each one shaking something loose in him he hadn’t known was there.
They gave him Grayson, all quiet complexity and unfathomable depth, who draws Gideon in with gentle comfort and intensity.
Rowan came next. Bright, eager Rowan, who looked at Gideon with trust, who let him teach, and in return, Gideon was taught. The ache in Gideon’s chest the first time Rowan eagerly held his wolf down, going to his knees, reverent under Gideon’s hand on his neck, still hasn’t quite gone away.
Then there was Finn—sharp, clever Finn—who showed him he could be more than who he presented to the world. That his mind and heart had value. That he could be something outside the pack bond. Something just for himself.
But it is in Luca Wilde where he truly sees the Goddess’s hand in his life.
His soulmate and a perfect match to his every need.
Fierce and soft in all the right places.
A perfect match, not because he completes Gideon—but because he sees the parts Gideon hides and cherishes them. The mirror that doesn’t flinch.
Even the darkest parts of his soul.
At first, he feared he’d have to conceal his more dangerous desires to protect his future mates. And though he’d learned to master those urges, he still lived under the constant strain of suppressing them.
But with Luca, those instincts have finally found release—because Luca shares them. Craves them, even. In equal, ravenous measure.
Gideon smiles when he remembers the first time Luca sat him down, serious as anything, and explained that sometimes, he might need Gideon to spank him a little—and that he hoped that would be okay.
His sweet little Luca had gotten so mad when Gideon laughed. He hadn’t meant to, but the pure, giddy joy at the thought of being truly free had burst out of him in helpless peals of relieved laughter.
Luca had smacked his shoulder in protest, and it had taken Gideon all of two seconds to haul him over his knee, tug up his t-shirt, and land a loud, stinging smack on that perfect, juicy ass.
Of course, they’d had talks after—first with Luca, then with the pack. Everyone had been eager to understand their new rules, hungry to learn more about themselves and each other.
It’s been a miraculous six months, and Gideon has felt nothing but blessed.
He exhales, refocusing on the moment. The late afternoon sun slips through the edges of the patterned curtains, casting slivers of gold across Luca’s back. His skin glows—sun-warmed and flushed from the paddling.
Gideon drags his fingers slowly down that smooth, golden length, then scratches lightly across the hot swell of Luca’s ass.
“Sugar,” Luca moans, voice syrup-thick.
Gideon leans in and licks one of the white paddle marks, savoring the heat, the salt, the residual shudder it pulls from Luca’s spine. “You are so good for me,” he murmurs—and watches as goosebumps ripple like static across Luca’s skin.
“Want to always be good for you,” Luca slurs, rolling onto his back, boneless and dazed. “Felt so good. Really liked the paddle.”
“Yeah?” Gideon grins. “Better than the clamps?”
Luca’s nipples are swollen, flushed cherry-red. He’d worn the gentle clamps until his first orgasm—and then Gideon had torn them off, still closed, mid-peak. It had vaulted him into a second, screaming climax—and sent Gideon over the edge from the sight alone.
“Well…” Luca trails a thumb over Gideon’s raw mouth. “I wouldn’t say better.” He grins. “Add those to the list, too.”
Then, quieter: “You always give me what I need. But… is there something you’ve always wanted?”
Gideon’s breath stalls.
“I want what you want,” he says too quickly. “It’s always perfect.”
Luca hums but also narrows his eyes at the dodge. “There must be something you’ve never tried but have always wanted to. You’ve been in the scene a long time—” he shrugs, “that list’s gotta be short as fuck. I don’t have many hard limits either, so…”
Gideon knows very well Luca’s list of hard limits, soft limits, and everything in between. They’re carved into his mind and body.
There is something Gideon has never spoken about.
Luca climbs into his lap like he owns it, hips rocking just enough to drag wet heat across Gideon’s cock.
When Luca had asked, the one thing—one wild thing—he’d been saving to try with his mates had popped unbidden into his head, and now his wolf is determined to egg him on.
“Come on. You give me all the things I want to try.”
“Okay. Well…” His fingers dig into Luca’s soft thighs. “I want to take you to the woods in the Smoky Mountains. Strip you naked. Run you down—and fuck you.”
He spits it out rapid fire. Not because he’s embarrassed, but because he’s just worried the love of his life might think it’s too weird.
Luca sucks in a breath and drops his feet to the floor, only to head directly into his closet. He comes out holding a bag with “Spin Me A Yarn” printed on the side, and he starts throwing stuff into it like someone set his ass on fire.
It probably feels like it was.
The first thing that goes into the bag is a blue wool sweater (even though it’s currently summer).
It’s quickly followed by a single rubber boot (dry season), a purple dildo (okay, that one’s a good idea), and finally, a pair of purple socks with cats on them.
When he’s done, he throws a baseball cap on his head (which he never wears, and was swag from the first pitch Jay had thrown for the Braves in May), drops the bag on the floor, and heads for the door, confident Gideon will bring it along like he always does.
When he sees that Gideon is still lying in bed, head propped up on his fist and a smirk on his face, Gideon’s soulmate stamps his little foot. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go, let’s go.”
He’s out the door, almost taking Leo out at the top of the stairs before Gideon can catch him.
“Whoa! Where’s the fire, you two?” Gideon gets a whiff of spicy-hot cinnamon and knows what’s coming next. “And can I join?”
Throwing Luca over his shoulder, he kisses Leo’s cheek. “Give us ten.”
He hears Leo’s “Yes!” and his door slams thirty seconds later.
Gideon lets Luca slide down so he can pull him into his arms, all warm and smooth.
“I want to go now, Sugar. Can we? That sounds so good.” Luca throws the hat off. It lands perfectly on the bedpost, so he gives a small wiggly victory dance and a fist pump.
“Yes, we can go. No, we can’t go right now. I have to work out the logistics, but…” Gideon hesitates. “Luc, this will trigger my wolf. The Smokies are special to him, and it won’t be like anything we’ve done before.”
“That’s the point, right? Fuck, I am so excited.”
Turns out Gideon is too, his wolf already forcing images of them hunting their prey through the woods and—
Nope, get a grip, dumbass.
To ease a bit of his disappointment, Gideon focuses on the here and now, which is most certainly not disappointing.
“I’m excited too, baby.” In the past, he might not have been able to confess it to anyone without feeling vulnerable or worried he’d be perceived as weak. It’s just one more way being part of this pack has freed Gideon from his past.
He encourages Luca to bend over the edge of the bed so he can prop Luca’s knees up and wedge them wide. A knock at the door comes just in time, and Leo pushes it open, smelling shower-fresh and aroused.
“Color, Honey?”
Gideon holds up the softest Shibari rope from the cabinet, unwinding a shorter length as he watches Luca’s eyes light up.
“Ooooh, green.”
He turns to Leo, who’s already flushed and fidgeting, cock hard from his shower. “Leo?”
“Super-green.”
“You prepped?” Gideon knows the answer, but asks anyway, just to watch his mate squirm.
“Fuck off. Or…fuck on. Whatever.”
“So pretty when you blush.” He crooks a finger. “C’mere, handsome.”
Leo complies so easily, slipping in behind Luca to slide home with a deep groan.
Working quickly, Gideon binds them together around their hips and thighs. He sinks into his armchair, bare cock in his palm, stroking lazily as he watches them rock into each other with desperate rhythm, working to get each other off with the limited range of motion.
It doesn’t take long before they devolve into begging. “Please, Gideon. He’s so hot inside and—”
“So hard, Leo, fuck.”
Gideon watches as Luca clenches down, trying to shift enough against the ties in hopes Leo could thrust deeper, maybe even glance his prostate.
“Had enough?” Gideon murmurs.
“Yes!”
It’s unanimous and simultaneous, but he doesn’t move from his spot until both his mates are covered in a sheen of sweat and Leo has reached a forbidden hand back to spread his ass cheek wide, showing Gideon his winking hole.
“Come on, Alpha, need you.”
On his feet in an instant, Gideon smacks Leo’s hole with two fingers before bending to run the flat of his tongue over it to ease the sting.
Leo moans, whining loudly. “Ow, fuck. What was that for? Don’t stop, though…”