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“One more thing, and then I want a bed and quiet. Where is Grayson?” He’s so tired. There’s a pause, and Rowan grips him harder to his chest.

“Here. I’m right here.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Luca

Rewind-Luca

The Lexus rolls into the garage, and Luca is out of the car and into their familiar-smelling den in thirty seconds flat. Driving away from Nix, Gideon, and Jay had been so dysregulating after the afternoon’s excitement. Luca had been entirely focused on bringing their mate home and settling him into their nest, so he hadn’t given much thought to all the things that could go wrong.

This omega thing has thrown them all for a loop. Nix smells so good when he’s just breathing, and when he gets sexed up, it’s next-level nirvana. Watching him finally reunite with Jay today and smelling that incredible vanilla-sex scent had made him come untouched (he’s not allowed to touch, and Luca is good) in his favorite skirt. Luca thinks he might want to write a song about it, but Jay will probably not agree with the lyrics:I want to eat you out.

Or at least he hadn’t that one other time.

Add in that Rowan is more pre-rut crazy than usual, Grayson is a shadow of himself on suppressants for reasons above Luca’s pay grade, and when they’d driven away, Gideon had seemed, well,stressed.

There are so many good things though, and Luca is happy that he’d been the first to hear his baby’s voice (so deep), the first to have a hug (so strong)and he even had their first kiss(sweet like sugar).He knows that his first impression is spot on: he isLuca’s baby, and Nix has already agreed that Luca is his, too. It makes him giddy with sheer excitement.

Now, he’s standing in their foyer, paralyzed by indecision. Does he go to the nest? It’s lonely, and all the materials are in the bag in Leo’s hand. He could go in the hot tub, but it’s almost too cold outside. He could watch some moreSupernatural,but it just makes him think of Nix and the whole day, and then he’s right back where he started.Le sigh.

Gah. He hates deciding. He does know one thing, though; he is taking off his fucking pants. Dropping the sweatpants to the floor, he hears Rowan rummaging in the freezer, probably for his favorite ice cream. That sounds good, at least until Jay can get the rest of his pack in the door.

“Luc, pick those up, come on. Jay is going to get here any minute, and the first thing Nix is going to see is your laundry.” He stops and realizes he’s holding a bagfullof laundry that Nix had, in fact, seen already. “Fuck you, fine. It’s a mess, though—”

The front door flies back on its hinges, and a sweaty, wild-eyed Gideon blows in like a thunderstorm.

The hair on the back of Luca’s neck stands straight up, and he’s hard so fast his head hurts. Nose in the air, Gideon spots him frozen in the middle of the foyer. He’s on him in a flash, hoisting Luca up, legs around his waist.

“Sugar, wha–?”

“If you don’t want me, then say so now.” Poised on the precipice, there is no universe in which Luca says no.

“Yes.”Please and thank you with a cherry on top.

“Safe word?” Gideon growls. They’re halfway up the stairs, and Gideon’s teeth are in his neck, and a finger is already rubbing at his hole.

“Taxidermy.”

Gideon takes him to Luca’s room and slams the door hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. He presses him upagainst it, and Luca wonders if he’s about to be fucked dry right there. Not that he’d complain. He tilts his head to the side to better let Gideon bite down on his neck where it meets his shoulder. Frustrated by the edge of the hoodie, Luca scrambles to get it over his head while Gideon turns to drop him on the bed. Already so grateful that he’d dropped his pants downstairs. The pros list of being pants-less writes its-fucking-self.

“Sugar, what happened?” Sweating, with eyes flashing red-brown-red, Gideon yanks hard until his dress shirt buttons ping off the wall and TV. He’s forgotten to unbutton the cuffs, and he struggles with a surprising lack of finesse. “Let me help—”

But Gideon just tears the cuff off with his teeth and flings the shirt to the floor. The button on the pants is next, and he’s gloriously naked before Luca can wipe away his drool, hard cock slapping against his belly.

Gideon’s muscles aren’t made by weights or cardio machines like Leo’s or Rowan’s. They’re made in the boxing ring or running a hundred miles a week. They’re long and covered with the smoothest golden skin, with heavy thighs and a firm ass; it’s the reason Gideon’s stroke game is unmatched. That, and the incredible control he has over his body and that of his partner.

But this Gideon is not in control. Not at all.

“Luca. I need—” He sounds desperate; it sends a frisson of anxiety down his spine, and Luca pulls him down so they’re lying chest-to-chest.

Luca’s only goal in that moment is to soothe, so he holds him by the jaw and opens his mouth. Gideon finally gets with the plan, licking the roof of his mouth, his left hand holding the back of Luca’s head while the other slides over his chest to feel his pounding heart and to pinch his nipple, hard.

He alternates rubbing and pinching until it’s red, raw, and burning. Bending so he can draw it into his mouth, Gideon uses his front teeth to pull it up as far as he can. It stings in the mostdelicious way causing Luca to gasp, his ass clenching down on nothing. He’ll need that fixed ASAP.

He opens his legs wanting to feel Gideon’s cock slide along his perineum. He’s rewarded when it slots right between his cheeks, Gideon’s slick cock head nudging up against his hole. Gideon pushes his legs up and squeezes the pink skin of his lower cheeks.

“Sugar,fuck.”Luca tries to grind down as arousal streaks hot and fast through his core when Gideon grips his hips in an unyielding hold. He feels the creep of subspace but pushes it back. Gideon isn’t “playing” right now, regardless of the previous talk of safe words. But Luca can hang on for his alpha.

It’s difficult when Gideon’s dick is perfect; it’s not so big that he has trouble taking it (I’m talking to you, Rowan Foster), but it fills him up so well that he can still feel it in all the best ways afterward. The alpha puts one hand on his hip and one in his hair and pulls. Luca thinks if Gideon would just put his dick in him, he could come just like that. Trying to incite a break in Gideon’s tenuous hold on his willpower, Luca just deepens the kiss, biting his lips and sucking on his alpha’s tongue.

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