Page 134 of Bonds of Fate

There’s the sound of plates and cutlery in the kitchen, and as if it’s a pre-agreed-upon signal, Nix’s tummy suddenly growls. “How embarrassing. I’m going to take care of this. Gray, remember to help Luca to be good?”

He interrupts Luca’s licking to kiss Grayson on the mouth, and then Grayson is watching his soulmate’s tiny ass walk away.

“Gray, why do you taste this good?” Luca hasn’t even noticed their other mate’s departure, so intent is he on sucking Grayson’s fingers to making them nice and wet. “Finger me, m’still wet from yesterday.”

“Luca, do you have permission? I’m not going to piss Gid off so early in the day.”

Not after he’d made Gideonemotebefore 8:00 in the morning. He slides a finger around Luca’s hole, and while it is wetter than a single sucked finger would imply, he determines it’s not good enough for his dick. He slides his hand up over Luca’s pec, stopping to pinch his nipple, and just holds Luca’s ass cheek in his palm, finger pumping in and out up to the first knuckle.

“Luca. You do not have permission to come.”

“But…Gray smells so good. Please?” He’s whining, and the wolf perks up. The wolf has always liked Luca’s wounded prey noises the best, but Grayson checks in with Gideon—waiting to see if he will change his mind or if he’ll have a disappointed beta on his hands. Grayson is betting on the latter.

“Luca, I said no. You can finish Grayson off if you like—in any way you like—but you may not come.” Grayson has a few ideas about how this could go if Luca is at a loss, but he doesn’t interfere.

“Gideon…” Luca’s whines fade when Gideon is out of sight, but knowing his begging is futile seems to settle him.

“Okay, baby, off my lap.” Grayson pats Luca’s hip.

“Gray, I still want you to come. Can you do it in my mouth? Hungry.”

Fucking hell. Luca once told him he’d eat come for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—in great detail—and it had made Grayson come so hard, his knot hadn’t come down for thirty-six minutes.

“Fucking hell, Luca. Okay, but you better obey. Can you be good?” His mate’s eyes are glassy, and his mocha scent is so rich it’s mouthwatering.

“Luca can be good.” He gets on his knees beside Grayson on the couch and leans down. Grayson lifts enough that he can pull his sweats and boxers down, giving his cock a few pumps for relief.

“Such a pretty dick, and it tastes so good.” He opens his mouth, and Grayson taps Luca’s tongue with his cock head, sliding it across his lips and finally pushing in.

He lets Luca choose how he makes Grayson feel good, just like Gideon asked. “So good for me, baby. Your mouth is so good. Can you take more?” The wolf wants Grayson to hold their mate’s head and pump it up into his throat.

Luca just leans down farther until he gags over and over, throat constricting around the head of Grayson’s cock, tears running down his face. The vibrations of his moans send bolts of pleasure straight to Grayson’s balls, but what really gets Grayson going is that Luca has no interest in coming himself—no hand on his cock, not squeezing his thighs together, nothing. Just letting Grayson use him.

“So pretty, Luc. Fuck, your mouth is perfect. So hot.” Grayson fucks into Luca’s mouth over and over—the tight wet heat of his throat constricting just takes him higher. “Going to come. You’re being too good.” Grayson’s voice is wrecked—like he’s the one who just took a big dick down his throat.

Luca responds with two snaps, and with a hand on the back of Luca’s head, Grayson comes.

Pleasure and relief ignite through every cell, sizzling and sharp. He groans loudly as the hot, white fluid escapes, Luca struggling to take it all—his hand tight around Grayson’s knot—his lips wrapped around the head, sucking greedily for every last drop.

Grayson looks up to see Gideon and Nix deep in conversation and runs his hand through Luca’s hair, soothing where minutes before he’d been pulling at the wavy strands. The beta pants and shivers but has not come, it sends a residual tingle through his balls. “Such a good boy.”

When Grayson goes to pull away, his mate whines and scrabbles to keep Grayson’s length in his mouth, sliding down flat onto his belly so he can keep more of Grayson’s length warm. Even soft, Grayson is stillimpressive, which makes cock warming difficult, but Luca has never backed down from any challenge that involved a dick.

“You okay, Luca? Wanna just hold me?” Luca snaps twice again, and Grayson commits to himself to just deal with the oversensitivity. It’s a kind of vague pain, a prickling pleasure he enjoys. “Okay. You are so good.”

Grayson makes a list to put his date plans into play while shivers of pleasure from Luca’s mouth slip up his spine. He looks up to see his Angel making his way across the living room, still soft-looking and now pink-cheeked. He could not be blamed for the surge of blood to his newly interested dick.

“Hey, Angel. What do you think about having a date with me tonight? I could–”

“Yes!” Nix’s face breaks into a wide grin.

Grayson has to laugh, and it startles Luca, who just settles back as he was, this time suckling gently. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I want to go on a date with you, Gray. Just you and me?” Nix asks, eyes alight with excitement that mirrors Grayson’s own, and his vanilla scent is as sweet as sugar.

“Just you and me. I’ll pick you up in your room at 5:30, okay? I’ll take care of dinner and everything. Will that be okay?”

“We’re not leaving the house, though? I don’t think I’m ready to go out yet.” He looks wary, and Grayson is quick to reassure him.

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