Epilogue
Gray
Three months later
“Morning,” I mumbled, kissing the top of Nix’s head and burying my nose in the soft strands of his hair. It smelled like rosemary and sage from the new shampoo he’d found, the herbs perfectly blending with his natural ozone scent.
“Morning,” he answered softly, voice still scratchy from sleep. Then he abruptly sat up, blinking in confusion, worry echoing through our bond. “The pups?”
“Mom and Dad picked them up an hour ago. They thought they were being sneaky, but damn, teens have no idea how loud they really are. Nick fell against our door. Anyway, apparently they wanted to gift us something for Valentine’s Day… their absence.”
Nix let out a small laugh, and a smile lit up his whole face, eyes sparkling. “We got lucky.”
I nodded. “We really did. Now, I know there’s a card waiting for us in the kitchen that supposedly explains everything.
It’s why Nick fell against our door—he needed to run back because he forgot to put the card in place.
Do you want to get it now or do we stay in bed, seeing as we already know where they are? ”
Nix bit his lip, eyes darting to the door, and I let out a laugh.
“You’re curious?”
He nodded. “Kinda. I also need to go to the bathroom, so… why don’t you stay in bed while I get the card on my way back?”
I nodded; both my wolf and I were content with staying exactly where we were.
In our bed, surrounded by Nix’s and my combined scents.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, basking in the warmth.
The happiness in the air. The way warmth radiated through my chest, the way Nix’s presence felt lighter now. Happier.
I heard his laugh coming from the kitchen, airy and light like tinkling bells. Free.
“I love them both, but they’re idiots,” he declared upon entering our bedroom, holding a bottle in his hand, shoulders shaking from silent laughter.
I furrowed my brow.
“Did they get us lube?”
He laughed harder. “Good god, no. But I’m not sure the chocolate sauce they got us is better. According to their card, it’s to ‘sweeten up our day.’”
“Goddess gracious,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “We’re their parents.”
Nix sniffed indignantly, then threw the bottle at my head, but I caught it and set it on our nightstand. “You might be old enough to have fathered them, but I’m merely ten years older.”
I snorted. “I would’ve been sixteen.”
My mate shrugged, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Teen pregnancies exist. They made a whole reality show out of it.”
Huffing, I gestured for him to come closer. “Do you want to get revenge?”
Nix climbed onto the bed and slid under the comforter. “I think the answer should be no, but… yes?”
“Let’s make pancakes later. We can slather them in chocolate sauce. We need to use enough for them to notice. And then we wash the dishes and place the half-empty bottle in the fridge. Let them guess what exactly we’ve been using it for.”
Nix giggled, poking his finger between my ribs. “You, my mate, are evil. I love it. But honestly… I don’t think I want to get up yet.” His voice dropped, scent changing. “After all, we have the house to ourselves. No need for soundproofing shields. Just us.”
“Sounds perfect,” I whispered, already leaning in to catch his mouth. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
“Mhmm,” Nix hummed against my lips, wrapping his arms around the back of my neck and pulling me down. “Fucking indeed sounds perfect.”
His mouth was hot on mine, his tongue darting out without hesitation, licking over the seam of my mouth, demanding entry. I groaned as sparks danced over my skin, electricity filling the air. Nix’s tongue slipped in, playing with mine, the unique taste that was just him bursting on my tongue.
I revelled in the way his hands gripped my hair, pulling me in, his tongue retreating then dipping back into my mouth. An invisible force put pressure on my tailbone, and Nix raised his hips, thrusting against me, dragging his already hard cock against my abs.
“Want you,” he whispered. “So bad.”
“Want you too.” I rubbed my cock against his thigh, my eyes falling shut as the friction sent shocks through my body. “Need you.”
I always did.
Nix laughed, his hands lightly scratching down my back, his fingernails sharp, the sting welcome, the tingling going straight into my dick.
I moaned when Nix dug his fingernails deeper into my skin, pulling me even closer in an attempt to get me to blanket him, but I refused to, making sure not to squash him.
“Graay,” Nix whined, his voice needy, eyes pleading with me.
“I’m too heavy.”
“Pfft,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re not that heavy. Besides, I’ve gained a ton of weight; I can take it.”
“A ton?” I arched my brows, shifting my weight to one of my arms and letting the other one roam over his torso. “I can’t count your ribs anymore. I’d call that healthy.”
He laughed. “Yes. Healthy enough to be pressed down and fucked into the mattress by my mate.”
I kissed his nose. “Maybe.”
“Pleaase,” Nix whined, pushing his cock against my stomach. “Do I need to beg? Because I will.”
He didn’t need to. I’d never make him beg. Couldn’t even stand the thought because I wanted to please him with everything I had. Wanted to cherish him. To show him how loved he was. Always.
So I complied, crawled between his spread legs and carefully pressed him into the mattress.
He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he thrust against me, our dicks now perfectly lined up, hot and heavy against each other.
“Gray,” he moaned, and my cock jerked, a burst of precum slicking my thrusts. “Need you.”
I tweaked his nipples. “We have time.”
He shuddered, the spicy scent of arousal intensifying.
“We really don’t. Please hurry.”
I rolled my eyes but complied, my fingers finding his entrance, drawing lazy circles around his puckered skin, scanning his every reaction.
His eyes were glassy, lips red and swollen as he bit down to stifle a moan when I carefully pressed against his entrance, his muscles immediately relaxing, welcoming me in.
Tight heat surrounded my finger, and my cock jerked in anticipation.
“Graay,” Nix whined, his hands searching for something on the bedside table. He opened my drawer and threw something onto the bed.
I sat up with a smile as I grabbed the lube and carefully slicked my fingers.
Nix didn’t like too much prep. But I didn’t like relying on his healing abilities. I needed him to be ready. To crave my cock entering him more than he craved his next breath.
He shuddered when I spread the cool gel between his cheeks, a protest already on his lips when my free hand found his cock and gave a slow tug.
Protest turned into a broken gasp, and he punched up his hips, fucking his slender cock into my fist only to sink onto my finger on his way back down.
Up and down. He was caught between my hands, fucking and getting fucked, his pale skin rosy, sweat glistening on his abs, catching the light.
I leaned in and licked a stripe over his stomach, cherishing the salty taste that was all Nix.
“Come on,” he whispered, his hands reaching for me.
The world spun, and suddenly he was on top, swatting my hands away.
He smirked and grabbed my cock, positioning it at his entrance and sinking down.
Inch by inch, my cock disappeared inside my mate, spreading him wide, his tight heat clenching around me, but he never stopped.
Not one second until his ass met my pelvis.
“Fuuck,” he moaned. “Move, Gray.”
I did; I couldn’t help it. It was all bordering on too much. His heat surrounding me, his scent, the electricity in the air, the need in his voice.
Grabbing his hips, I thrust up, revelling in the way Nix hissed in pleasure, the way his cock was still hard and leaking onto my abs, spreading his precum with every thrust of mine.
The crackling increased as Nix set up a rhythm of his own, slightly rotating his hips as he slid up then sank down on me again. The muscles in his thighs strained, his nipples drawn into tight buds in the cool air.
His hands found their way to my pecs, palms gliding over my skin, tweaking my nipples. I jerked, my cock throbbing, balls drawing tight.
“Fuck,” I hissed, thrusting, chasing the high that was right around the corner. My fingers dug into his hips, pulling him down, helping him keep up with his brutal rhythm when his movements became frantic and uncoordinated.
“Gray,” he whispered, his cock flexing. “I… I’m…”
I knew. His body clamped down around me, his scent intensifying even more as he came with a shout, his fingers still twisting my nipples, pushing me over the edge too.
My body went taut, my hips punching up one last time as my cock began spurting. Nix tweaked my nipples again, the small burst of pain drawing out the pleasure of my orgasm even longer.
“Fuck,” I whispered as my mate leaned in, resting his sweat-slicked forehead against mine.
“I love you,” he whispered, eyes glowing in the pale morning light. “So much.”
“I love you too.”
He climbed off me, wincing as my cock slid out of him, then cuddled up next to me.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he whispered, a tired smile on his face.
“There’s no reason for us to hurry,” I answered, drawing lazy circles on his back, savouring the way I couldn’t easily count each of his vertebrae.
“There’s not?” Nix laughed.
I shook my head, a yawn escaping as exhaustion swept through me. A nap sounded good right about now. “The kids are already out of the house.”
Nix flicked my side. “I know. I also know that you have an important meeting this morning. And I have another magic lesson with Levi and Callum.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “Next time I’m setting up a meeting for a Sunday, please remind me not to.”
Nix laughed. “Well, it was kind of important.”
“Heath and Angelo would have survived waiting for their promotion one day longer.”
“Sure. But there’s the pack run tonight? Where you wanted to introduce them as Rhett’s deputies.”
“Right.”
Why did he have to be so responsible?
“Fine. I’ll get up. In a minute.”