Page 37 of Threads of Fate

On the next slide forward, he grabs Gideon’s hips, slamming home as his mate shouts.

When Grayson’s fully seated, he hears a faint, “Fuck—so full.”

Pulling his mate toward him every time he thrusts, Grayson wastes no time in building up a brutal rhythm. Changing the angle slightly so he can hit his mate’s prostate, he’s balls-deep with every thrust, and it’s still not deep enough. Gideon is hot and tight around him; he’s not going to last long. His knot is already catching every time he stops his rhythm to grind against Gideon’s rim.

His mate’s hand moves to his to touch his cock, and Grayson growls out, “No,” and just fucks in harder, feeling Gideon clench every time he hits his prostate. “Mine.”

Sitting on his heels, Grayson pulls Gideon up so he’s sitting, his ass resting in Grayson’s lap, pushing his cock in impossibly deeper. The other alpha is uncharacteristically passive, lax against Grayson’s chest. The wolf puts his teeth into the side of his mate’s neck and gnaws until Gideon moans. There’s a strong hand in his hair as his mate presses his teeth in deeper.

“Come on my cock, Gid. Come for me, just like this.” He runs his hand around the front of Gideon’s throat, pressing his fingers and thumb into the side of his throat.

Gasping, Gideon moans, “Harder, Alpha, I’m going to come. Fuck.” In seconds, he shouts, clenching hot and hard.

Grayson reaches down, milking his mate’s knot, working him through his orgasm. Alphas weren’t built to take a knot easily, but Gideon had never backed down from a challenge and had once taken four in a row to prove a point. So, with no worry about hurting him, Grayson lifts his temporarily docile mate and slams his knot home.

“Come, Alpha. Come. Fuck, so good.” He bears down weakly, and Grayson comes with a shout as wave after wave of intense pleasure rocks him to his core. His belly muscles cramp, and his knot pulses with his heartbeat. It’s so overwhelming that his vision gets gray around the edges.

Unable to hold himself or Gideon upright any longer, he lets their bodies collapse to the side.

Gideon brings Grayson’s hand—with the cuff and chain still attached—over his come-streaked belly, and Grayson comes again when he can feel the head of his cock poking his palm from the inside. Shivering and content for the moment, Grayson breathes in the scent of his satisfied mate.

“We are so doing that again, holy fuck,” Gideon sighs.

Mindful of the chain still attached to his wrist, he curls his hand around Gideon’s knot and squeezes. Remind him who’s in charge for the time being. Gideon gives a manly squeak and clenches. “Sensitive!”

“Maybe next, we can do it without the c-cuffs?” Grayson presses kisses that spot on the back of Gideon’s neck, shuddering through yet another orgasm.

“We are going to be stuck together for a while at this rate. Do you feel better, though? For the time being?” He turns so he can catch Grayson’s jaw in a kiss.

He feels good, a bit more lucid. But he knows it won’t last; ruts are fickle, and he could feel the heat rising in him again. “Yeah. But, Gid?” He rests his head on the back of Gideon’s neck, feeling him clench every few minutes just to feel his knot.He smells happy. Grayson’s wolf chuffs in pleasure at having subdued and satisfied their challenging mate.

“Hmmm?”

“Why was I tied down?”

Just then a high beep sounds and the door slides open; Grayson’s wolf perks up. His betas are here. Cinnamon and mocha make his mouth water, and his cock puts another load in Gideon.

“Tied down? What did we miss, and how come we’re late tothatparty?” Leo sounds Quite. Put. Out.

Chapter Seventeen: Jamie

Rewind - Jamie

The day Jamie leaves Florida, he plans to do it without saying goodbye to Nix. It’s cowardly, but they had both spent the last week oscillating between the determination to get every minute out of their last few days together and crying their eyes out. Just thinking about driving away with Nix standing in his driveway, sobbing like he’d done the night before, had Jamie feeling nauseous.

There had been promises, of course. Promises that when Nix graduated, he would go to university in Nashville, move into Jamie’s fancy apartment, and they could finally “start” dating. “I’ll be waiting,” Jamie had whispered into the top of the smaller boy’s head as he cried.

He’s trying to save them both from the torture of a long goodbye and himself from the lasting memory of his mate’s tear-stained face. So he’d lied about leaving early, reassuring himself that he’d text Nix on the way to the airport and beg for forgiveness. It was better this way.

He shouldn’t have been surprised that his mate knew him better than he knew himself because, as he’d been throwing the last of his suitcases into the trunk of his father’s car, Nix had walked right up to Jamie and punched him in the stomach. The tiny human hand barely made an impact, but he was furious just the same.

“Fuckyou, Jamie. You were going to leave me without saying goodbye.” Just as Jamie feared, his mate is sobbing and fuck, he feels his heart crack open in his chest.

Jamie pulls him into his arms, glad his father is still finishing his coffee. Nix’s mom is in the car parked on the road, pretending to look at something on her phone. When she catches his eye, she smiles and blows him a kiss.

The Renas had been so welcoming, even after it had looked like their fourteen-year-old was in love with a much older boy. When they’d seen how respectful he was and Mr. Rena had made sure they were “just friends” for now, they had opened their hearts and home.

Jamie finds he can’t stop himself from letting his tears fall. “Hey, baby. Hey, look at me.” He tilts Nix’s chin up until Nix meets his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

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