Final Trial 1.06 – Multi-Subject Study #2
His alpha’s shirt is already soaking wet with sweat, and his eyes are flashing red-hazel. “I can feel my dick in his throat, Jamie. Did you feel that this afternoon? It’s so tight, even around me. I can’t imagine how tight it was for you.”
“Fuck, Nix…”
“Nope. Not today,” he says and dives deep again.
Luca groans under him, then pushes two slick fingers into Nix’s hole—tight and demanding. He curls them just right, and Nix’s knees buckle a little on either side of Luca’s head. “Yes, baby,” Nix gasps, mouth still full, voice muffled and wrecked. “So good. Stretch me open—deeper.”
His whole body shudders, balanced on the edge of too much and not enough. He can’t decide what he wants more—to choke on Luca’s cock or fuck himself open on his fingers.
Maybe both.
“Jesus,” Rowan groans, crouching down low to get a closer look as Luca strains to fuck Nix open with his tongue and fingers at once. “Is he—are you letting him—?”
Nix doesn’t answer with words—a gush of slick pours out onto Luca’s face, soaking his mouth and chin, and Rowan whimpers like it physically hurts him not to touch.
Nix pulls off with a wet gasp and sits up, wrapping a hand around Luca’s thigh where the garter pulls the stocking tight. “Hold still,” he growls, and then he’s shoving three slick fingers into Luca’s hole in one filthy, desperate push.
Luca shouts, his body snapping taut like a live wire, and Nix fucks him through it, pumping his fingers deep and rough as Luca comes in hot spurts over Nix’s face.
Nix swallows him down again, milking every last twitch from Luca’s over-sensitive cock just to hear the way he screams his name.
“Too much, Nixie. Too much,” Luca gasps, his voice wrecked and shaking. But there’s no safe word—not even a whisper of taxidermy—so Nix just doubles down, sucking him deep with wicked precision, eyes locked on Gideon like a challenge.
Luca whimpers, body twitching under him, and when the begging starts—slurred, needy, beautiful—Nix watches Gideon’s throat work as he swallows hard. His hand twitches on his thigh like he’s seconds from breaking the rules just to wrap it around his cock and jerk himself to the sight.
Nix manages a smirk, even with a dick in his mouth.
“Make me come, baby,” he murmurs as he pulls off, letting Luca’s cock slap wetly against his cheek. “I’m gonna ride your face. I want your mouth on my cock and your nose buried in my hole. Rowan, hold his head, please.”
Leo groans at the mention of the restraint and has a hand on his cock, squeezing until he comes all over his fist.
Bad boy. Nix will deal with him later.
“Finn, I need you to film this.” The alpha scrambles for his phone, but Nix shakes his head. “No. Use mine, please—you’ll have to earn this one for your library.”
Finn whines but opens Nix’s phone with a shaking hand. “Oh, come onnnnn.”
“Oh, I plan to. You ready, Luc?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, just takes up a riding motion with his hips while he holds Luca’s newly-hard dick in his fist, brushing his fingernail across the tip. His mate’s moans send sparks to his core, and he can feel the fire flaring in the bonds.
Every single one is lit up like fireworks.
He’s so close, and he knows what he needs to take him and Luca over the cliff together. He pulls up his crop top and pulls on the thin chain, just a little. The pain is so sharp and just what he needs.
There are no fewer than five gasps at his surprise, and they urge him even closer to the edge.
He squeezes his eyes shut and comes so hard that there are spots behind his eyes. “Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, Luc. Fuck.”
Luca comes again into his hand, hot and smelling of sweet melted chocolate.
Finn comes next, untouched, undone by the flood of images Nix shoves down the bond. The doctor’s whole body shudders, lips parted around a ragged gasp as he spills into his lap, thighs twitching.
He concentrates on Jamie and Grayson next, so close in his chest; he lets his pleasure course along the bond, pulling on the chain until his nipples are distended and red until Jamie can’t hold out one more second and pumps his cock once, twice, three times, before coming, spurting up his shirt to his chin.
Grayson, though…he narrows his eyes, and Nix feels his pleasure double back until Nix is coming again, and so is his soulmate. “Gray.”
It’s magic.
Four down and the toughest nut (pun!) to crack. He dismounts Luca’s soaked chest and waves Rowan away. He licks the come off his hand and kisses it into his baby’s slack mouth. Luca is floppy and weak from his orgasm, and no doubt floaty, but he rallies enough to suck on Nix’s tongue.
Nix makes eye contact with Gideon and raises an eyebrow. “I’ll let you fuck him—”
Gideon goes to his knees beside the ottoman so fast. He’s trying to keep his cool but ends up not fooling anyone.
“—if you can wait until tomorrow to come. Otherwise, I’m going to do it.”
Luca moans.
“Holy shit,” Leo whispers.
“You be quiet. You couldn’t follow the rules. I’ll deal with you later.” Leo whines again, and it’s music to his ears.
No one talks to Gideon like that except Jamie.
Certainly not Nix, and truthfully, he doesn’t mean it. It’s not really where Nix’s preferences lie, for dominance or topping. But he’s a little bit mad, and when Nix is angry, he lets his temper get the better of him.
Gideon’s frozen, though, indecision making him immobile as he decides between two best choices: fuck his soulmate and not come or watch Nix do it and come.
“Or you can let Rowan blow you. To make up for his mean-spirited words to Luca for personal gain and sheer chaos.”
Gideon smirks, beckoning Rowan over with a long finger. “Sold.”
“Wait! Hey…I’m sorry…that’s not fair.”
“Oh, Rowan, don’t you know? All’s fair in love, bets…and experiments.”
Nix laughs and pulls Luca into his arms so they can watch Rowan earn his place in the blowjob ranks.