Chapter 13 They Shine Brighter （now that I Found You） #2
His mate remains perfectly still, as if pretending not to have felt it. Playing along like Nix asked. He pops a strawberry in his mouth and watches the laptop like his life depends on it. But his cheeks are pink and the flush has crept down his neck already.
Surprisingly, the idea of Jamie ignoring him sends a frisson of illicit pleasure down his spine.
It shouldn’t come as a shock. Not really, as the past few months have been filled with opportunities to learn about what turns him on, and teasing Jamie or Gideon has rocketed to the top of the list. Luca thinks it’s because of the iron control they exert, and that he enjoys pushing it to its limits just to see it break.
It’s even more fun when he and Luca push their buttons simultaneously. Good Times.
Of course, he likes Rowan’s wild side and Gray’s deep, penetrating style of lovemaking. Nix really loves being romanced by Leo, where they take it slow and always get there together.
And Finn…whoo. The doctor rocks his Kasbah. If you know what he means. But at this moment, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than testing Jamie’s incredible will.
By the time Aaron Paul’s character is bragging about a car going 230 mph, Nix has managed to get his hand all the way up inside those loose sweat shorts.
Jamie’s thigh is trembling and jerking under Nix’s hand, and when Nix brushes the head of his cock for the second time, it’s wet, already soaking the front of Jamie’s shorts.
He drags his palm through it, pumping his rock-hard length. Jamie’s deep rumbling groan is the sign his wolf has been waiting for. Surging up, he knocks the laptop to the side so he can get his hands hooked into the waistband of Jamie’s shorts.
“Off, off, off.”
Jamie can’t lift his hips fast enough to pull the fabric down and off in a single motion. His cock slaps against his belly, and Nix has to swallow against the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight. Jamie is long and thick, a frustrated red color, and Nix cannot wait to feel him on his tongue.
Hot, salty precome coats his tongue when he gives a single suck on the soft head. He slaps it on his tongue, pulling back slightly. “Can I? Please, Daddy?” He follows that up with a look from under his lashes, only to see Jamie’s eyes roll back.
“Holy fuck. Yes,” Jamie groans, and Nix feels a cool hand under his chin and a thumb wedged in behind the hinge of his jaw as Jamie draws him in.
Desire zings and zaps in every corner of his body.
“Open for me, Baby Boy.” Jamie uses his other hand to feed his cock past his lips, making sure he gets the sweet flavor of him on Nix’s tongue, all the way to the back. “So pretty.”
Nix wants—needs—to make him feel good. He puts both hands on the part he can’t fit in his mouth on the first few tries, sucking hard on the head.
When Jamie bucks up, Nix takes more, managing only a small gag. Luca has been helping him train his gag reflex, and this has been just the opportunity he has been waiting for.
He bobs his head faster and deeper, pushing past the twinge of discomfort until he can feel the head in his throat, and then he hums. Luca had said Jamie loved that.
There’s a rough hand in his hair, pulling him off.
“Fuck, Nix. You gotta stop. Jesus. I feel like I’m eighteen again.
” Nix lets himself fall forward so he can rub his nose into the scent gland in Jamie’s groin.
While his precome tastes sweet like the pineapple juice that he drinks religiously for just that reason, his scent gland smells like home.
It makes his brain fuzzy. Licking and sucking a purple mark, Nix notices how pretty it is; maybe Jamie needs more of those.
He pushes Jamie back and starts making similar marks over his alpha’s eight-pack, nipping at his belly button.
That’s when he remembers Jamie’s eight-pack.
So much golden skin that reminds Nix of days on the beach when Jamie would be tanned and golden in the sun, slick with sweat and sunscreen.
“Love your abs. Always wanted to lick them when we were at the beach.”
Jamie laughs and runs a hand through Nix’s hair.
“I know the feeling. Hey, come up here and kiss me. Love your mouth.” His eyes catch Nix’s, his gaze so sincere and a little shy.
“I wasn’t always dreaming about fucking, though, you know?
” He whispers. “Sometimes I just wanted to make out. Spend hours tasting you.
“Yeah?” Nix sucks Jamie’s lower lip into his mouth, raking it with his teeth. He’d thought about that too. “Just kissing?”
Jamie’s cheeks flush. “Well, I’d also wanted to make you ride my thigh until you came. Listen to you beg, watch you work for it. Maybe see you cry a little.”
Nix moans, his hole clenching, and a stream of hot slick slips down the inside of Nix’s thigh. Jamie’s nostrils flare at the scent, and instead of a kiss, Nix is flipped flat on his belly with a surprised, punched-out breath. Large hands hold him up, and a very nice nose pressed into his tailbone.
“I think that this is just about one of my favorite things to eat. Sugary, sweet, and hot as fuck. Hang on, Baby Boy, Daddy needs this down his throat.” Jamie doesn’t hesitate to pry his cheeks apart so a steady stream trickles out.
His lips follow it up the inside of his thigh, straight into the source, jaw wide and tongue deep.
“Deeper. Fuck, Jamie.” The pleasure is like a live wire, lighting him up from the place Jamie has wedged his tongue, but it’s the sound of his alpha’s satisfied slurps and swallows that takes Nix to the edge, and then over.
He comes in hot spurts onto the blankets below him, his hole clenching with pulse after pulse of pleasure.
“Fuck yes, so hot. So wet for me,” Jamie groans as he smooths his hand over his name at the top of Nix’s spine.
“Fuck me, Jamie, please. Need you.” Nix tries to roll over, but the hand on his hip tightens.
“Not done here. One more, and then Daddy will fuck you. Come on, be good for me.” Jamie nips at his rim, and Nix feels the sharp pain-like pleasure in his still-hard dick.
Doubling down, Jamie begins sucking and licking in earnest, sliding two fingers in searching for Nix’s prostate. His calloused fingers find a rhythm that has Nix’s legs shaking. It’s the dual assault that pushes him over into a second earth-shattering orgasm that Nix feels in every muscle.
Jamie lets him collapse on his belly, finally rolling him over. When Nix is on his back, he finally opens his eyes. His alpha looks fierce, eyes dark with desire, and a red flush down his chest.
“I was good, Daddy. Give me your knot. Need it.” Nix tries to grab his knees so he can show Jamie his hole, but his arms are jelly. “Help, Alpha.”
Groaning, Jamie leans in and lets Nix eat the sweet taste of his slick from his mouth and chin. “You’ve been so good.”
Nix can’t wait one more moment for them to be connected, and he finds the strength to get one hand behind his knee and pull it up; the scent of sweet, sugary vanilla-baked treats fills the dark space between them, and it accomplishes what Nix’s begging hadn’t.
Jamie growls and takes his cock in hand, rubbing the head over Nix’s wet hole until the head wedges in tight.
“Let Daddy in, Baby Boy.” His alpha growls and pushes all the way in, Nix’s thighs pressed up and over his broad shoulders.
Nix keens at the intrusion, Jamie’s cock nestled up inside him like it should be, carving out space, hard and hot. “Please, please, please.”
Jamie takes up a brutal rhythm, using the muscles in his very fine ass to fuck into Nix at a brutal pace.
He nips the inside of Nix’s calves and runs a hand down to where they’re joined.
Slowing his thrusts, he slips a finger in alongside his cock, stretching Nix’s rim.
The added burn makes his semi-hard dick twitch.
Nix is going to be sore later in all the best places, and he can hardly wait.
He smooths his hands over his softly rounded belly, dragging the hem of the jersey up so he can pinch his nipples, hard. The sizzle of pain ratchets his pleasure up to the next level.
With his eyes closed, he can see his bond with Jamie grow thicker and brighter, swirling around the others.
He encourages Jamie’s red light to burn brighter, feeds some of his own light right along the bonds and back into Jamie, and suddenly, before he can give any sort of warning, Nix comes, and comes, and comes.
With a garbled scream trapped in his throat, Nix’s back arches off the bed.
Jamie’s rhythm becomes erratic. Nix feels his knot pressing up against his rim. On the third thrust, it pops in. His alpha howls with pleasure, head thrown back, bumping into the roof of their hidden bower, fingers digging into Nix’s calves so hard that there are bound to be bruises.
He finally lays Nix’s legs gently on the blankets and falls forward to catch himself on his hands and then elbows. “So good, Baby Boy,” Jamie whispers into his cheek and ear, and finally, the side of his head.
Nix lets himself float, watching the lights of his bonds shiver and glow, reaching outwards to places—not just here with Jamie—but outward to each of his absent, busy mates. He lets the sheer joy of being with his Jamie in this way encompass him, fulfilling a long-held fantasy with good memories.
Jamie shivers through another orgasm, his nose stuck in the top of Nix’s head.
Giving into the urge, Nix lets a purr rumble in his chest, and his fingers knead into his alpha’s firm ass. There’s an answering happy growl from Jamie, and Nix tries not to cry at how good it all feels.
When Jamie’s knot finally slips free, Nix thinks he should be grossed out by the slippery mess he can feel on his thighs and trickling onto the blankets, but he doesn’t. He likes it; he enjoys feeling wet and sore and reminded he’s given all of himself to someone he loves.
Like he can read Nix’s mind, Jamie murmurs, “Love you, Nix. Then, and now, and forever.”
“I know,” Nix says with faux-seriousness.
Jamie squawks like an offended rooster and tickles Nix until he nearly pees the blankets. With that in mind, he makes a run for the restroom to solve that and any other problems that arise from great sex.
When he gets back, Jamie has flipped the blankets around so the very wet spot is now on the bottom of the pile. He assumes the position he’d had when they’d started the movie. This time, with a glass of sparkling wine and a mouthful of cheese and crackers.
Jamie inhales near Nix’s neck, nosing just under his jaw.
“Still smells like me,” he murmurs, voice husky.
Nix hums contentedly. “Always.”
Jamie’s cheeks go pink again. “Good.”
“Love you, Jamie,” Nix slurs as he rides the afterglow and surplus of pine scent.
“Feeling good, Baby Boy?”
“Perfect. Hey, I’ve got a few of these fantasy things kicking around…you interested?”
Nix is flat on his back, while he holds his fake wine up and out of the way.
“For real?” Jamie asks incredulously. “Because that’s a fuck, yes!”
Leaning up so he can run his nose along Jamie’s jaw, he drawls, “Good. Maybe you have some, too?”
Ears a bright shade of pink, to match the post-sex flush on his cheeks and chest, Jamie glances away. “Oh…I don’t know…maybe?”
They hear Gideon’s door open and footsteps flying down the stairs.
“Can I get back to you on that?” he says with a shy smile. It’s so incongruous with the man who held him down and ate him out forty minutes ago, Nix has to laugh with the joy of it.
“A blanket fort!” The accusing shout is followed by a round-cheeked, naked Luca, his head poked through the opening.
He’s chattering like an angry squirrel. “How could you have one of these without me, Baby? Am I not special? Do we not do all the fun things together? And a naked Daddy. Oooh…snacks!”
He really is like that squirrel from that one animated cartoon Leo made him watch. He loves this version of happy, sated, and secure Luca.
Nix just opens his arms, and Jamie rolls out of the way so he can hold out a strawberry, then a blueberry, and then a piece of pineapple so Luca can stuff his cheeks before chewing any of it. “Lie down, silly. We just started this again. Where’s Gideon?”
A beautiful pair of manly feet appear at the bottom of the fort’s doorway, and an edge of the roof is lifted away as a face peers inside, like a giant in a fairy tale. Only this one is wearing a handsome smirk, not a scary frown.
“Kitten, why are all my $100 per-foot Shibari ropes holding up your blanket sex-fort?”