Page 135 of Bonds of Fate

“No. We’ll stay at the compound. I just want to be with you. I want to show you something important.”

“Oh, Gray. I’m so excited. Are you going to show me your etchings? For real?” Nix waggles his eyebrows.

“What does that even mean, you goofball? And what if I was? Now, maybe I won’t.” Grayson pretends to be put out, but when Nix laughs, he breaks and joins in. It’s a weird sensation with Luca nursing on his dick, but not unwelcome.

Such is the nature of a polyamorous pack.

Grayson just isn’t used to having so much sex, though, given his usual tendency to self-edge. Maybe Finn is right, and it’s not the natural way for Weres because since Nix has been here, Grayson’s usual self-restraint has fled.

“I read it once in a book at the library, and I want to see your etchings ineverysense of the word…wink wink.” He actually winks with both eyes—first one, then the other–when he says it, but it’s so goofy that Grayson’s heart leaps at seeing how happy he is.

“Deal. Hey, were you supposed to be somewhere with Gideon?” Grayson asks.

Eyes growing wide, he jumps up and runs toward the gym, stopping just before he’s out of sight, and Grayson recognizes that shit-stirring smirk. “Maybe then you can also explain about us being soulmates, okay?” And then he’s gone, laughter trailing in his wake.

Fucking Gideon. Well, that makes it easier to broach the subject, at least.

Maybe Gideon was right, and Nix will love anything Grayson thinks up because they are soulmates—and because Nix isalready loving and kind, even if they weren’t. The omega didn’t look upset at the idea, so that is good, too.

Now, to just put everything in motion.

There’s a commotion in the kitchen as the rest of his mates trickle in to raid the pastries and start up the coffee machine. It’s the perfect cover for Grayson to make his calls without an attentive—and sometimes mocking—audience.

Picking up his phone again, Grayson orders food and a few other things he’s going to need for tonight. It’s vaguely arousing to speak on the phone with Luca’s mouth tight around Grayson’s cock, nose pressed into his happy trail, sucking and huffing through his nose in turns.

By the time he hangs up with the florist, he’s already well on his way to being hard again. Grayson really wants Luca to disengage before it gets much worse—or better. He wants to enjoy the anticipation of his evening with Nix, too.

“Hey, baby. Can you sit up? I can get you some juice and chocolate. Ow! Snap, please, and no more shaking your head.”

Ow, ow ow.

Luca takes up a firmer suction, this time gripping Grayson’s thigh, his tiny claws kneading into the skin, sending ribbons of pleasure straight to his cock. He tries to slip a finger into his mate’s mouth to break the seal, but he only gets a growl for his trouble and the skim of sharp teeth.

“Luca,” Grayson whispers. “You have to let go, baby.” There’s no response, and Grayson hadn’t expected one. His mate is too far under, his own unsatisfied arousal keeping his subspace deep. He does not want to remove Luca forcibly because Luca’s drops are serious and long-lasting.

Shit. The realization comes fast—he needs help.

Grayson silently thanks the Goddess for their pack alpha’s sixth sense for trouble.

“Problem there, pretty? Luca is under?”

“Mmm. He won’t come off, and I don’t want to—Gideon said he couldn’t come but that I could,” Grayson says evenly, careful not to alarm Luca.

Jay knows what he means right away. “Luca, time to let Gray go now. You have been so good.”

Luca doesn’t respond at all, and it’s seldom Luca will disobey a direct request, especially from Jay.

“You went for a run? Sweaty Gray strikes again,” Leo says, his mouth full of blueberry-bran muffin that Gideon buys especially for him.

Grayson grimaces and throws Leo the bird. “Not helping, Leo.”

Jay goes to his knees and runs a finger along Luca’s cheek, bends over to get in Luca’s eye-line if he opens his eyes. “Baby, open your eyes for me.”

Three snaps mean no, but he must open his eyes, anyway. “There you are. Will you come with me? I’m hungry, and we could share a sweet treat. What if Leo gets us something, and you can come cuddle?” The offer of cuddles and food is almost a surefire way to get Luca on board.

Luca hesitates before slowly pulling off, cheeks hollowed out, with a last lick to the head of Grayson’s dick. It sends a sizzle of white-hot heat straight to Grayson’s toes.

Jay helps him up onto his knees, but he pitches forward, nose pressing right into the front of his shorts, moaning, “Hungry.”

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