Page 148 of Bonds of Fate

Grayson grasps his dick in a firm hand, using the pale blue paint to smooth his way, pumping Nix slowly until he’s impossibly harder. Grayson finds a spot on his hip where he’s missed putting paint, and he licks and sucks the skin. Nix’s moans are loud in the room, and he almost cries with hisfrustration when Grayson doesn’t sink his teeth in, but stops and rises to his feet.

“Now you, Angel,” Grayson pants, lips red.

Okay, he can do this. He can hang on for Grayson.

Nix chooses a deep blue and a shimmering bronze. He slides both hands over Grayson’s shoulders and down his sides, obscuring his rose tattoo and, finally, over his abs. Grayson is gilded even more in the firelight, and now he glows like a sculpture you’d find in a museum. He follows the line of Grayson’s happy trail down and tries to grasp his alpha’s cock, but a hand stops him.

“Paint as lube is probably not the best idea, Angel. Don’t want to hurt you—just in case.”

It gives Nix a brief flash of where that cock is going to be soon, but it’s that his mate is so thoughtful that it makes his soul soar. “Okay. But next time?” It feels so good to be loved and that someone is thinking of ways to protect him and not ways to hurt him.

Grayson nods, and his next choice of paint is a bright turquoise and dark purple. He comes up behind Nix and drops into a low crouch. He runs both his hands up Nix’s legs and mixes the slick from between his thighs into the paint. Nix feels Grayson’s nose press into the base of his spine. “Already have fairy glitter here, Angel-baby. Makes me want to lick it off.”

“Luca says it’s edible. So do that. Lick,” Nix gasps.

Grayson’s tongue is hot, and when Nix looks down, he sees two handprints in paint on his hips over Gideon and Luca’s bites. Grayson stands and runs a hand up his back, and Nix tries not to flinch when he feels his mouth between his shoulder blades.

Memories of another mouth causing pain threaten to surface, but this time, Nix’s wolf helps him hold the lid on that mental box firmly closed instead of always trying to rip it cleanoff. Grayson has gone stock-still behind him, clearly having felt the tension in his body.

“It’s okay,” Nix murmurs. They both know it’s not, but for now, it can be.

It’s only a moment before Grayson resumes his slippery painting over Nix’s ass, and by the time Grayson is done, Nix is covered neck-to-toe with color.

“My turn, love.” More handfuls of red, pale green, and the softest yellow bathe Grayson’s lean muscles, and his mate is breathless. “So beautiful.”

It’s whispered into Grayson’s chest and punctuated by a sharp nip. When Grayson is finally covered in color, Nix thinks that together, they look fit for a fairy ball.

“Now what?” Nix’s urgency has faded somewhat into a steady ache, and, together with the soft touches and their combined scents, he thinks he might be able to exist forever in this state of arousal.

In his floaty space, Nix can already see his glowing silver light reaching out toward Grayson and a faint iridescent pink meeting it halfway. The soulmate bond has already begun with just their intentions—the bite will only complete what they’ve already begun.

“Here. Let me–” Grayson picks him up and lays him gently in the center of the canvas on his back, only to step back to just stare. “Oh fuck. You look like an Angel for real, baby.”

“Hurry, Gray. I’m cold without you,” Nix says, eyes slipping closed.

“Look at me, Angel.” Grayson is kneeling on the canvas beside him then, and Nix just opens his arms.

“Love you, Gray. Make me yours.”

Grayson groans and runs a hand with iridescent purple paint over his throat and up over his lips. It’s tasteless except for the tinge of his slick.

Grayson leans in for a demanding kiss. “Let me in.”

Nix opens his mouth, and Grayson’s tongue licks into his mouth, only to bite at his lower lip and pull. “So beautiful, and you smell like heaven. My heaven.” Grayson rolls over on the canvas, pulling Nix with him. His dark hair fans out while his body makes his mark on the canvas.

“You are a work of art, Gray—insideandout.” Nix straddles Grayson’s belly, and he can’t resist any longer. Wiping his palms on the canvas, he’s still aware enough to be mindful of Grayson’s warning. When he’s free of most of the paint, he gets a hand on Grayson’s cock. It’s still so hard after all this time, and the base is thick enough that when Nix squeezes it, Grayson shivers.

Nix bends over and sucks him deep into his mouth. His soulmate’s sweet taste takes him back to that first night when he bonded with Gray, not knowing what he was doing but needing it just the same. Pulling off, Nix licks over his mark. All healed. Seeing it makes his wolf want to renew his bite.

“Do it, Angel.” Grayson grasps the canvas in his fingers, bracing for Nix’s teeth in his skin.

He doesn’t need a second invitation and sinks his fangs into the same place as he’d given the bite a week ago. This bite won’t stay, but for now, it’s beautiful—maybe he’ll renew it every time it fades from pink to white. He only has a moment to admire it when Grayson rolls him onto his back, with Grayson’s chest flat on his own. They slip together, mixing the colors of their love into a lustrous mess.

It’s not long before Nix lifts his legs high on Grayson’s waist, grinding his hardness up into his mate’s, only to hiss in pleasure. It’s so good. Gray cleans his fingers off on the canvas, too, making Nix shiver at the thought of where Grayson is going to put them.

In no time at all, Grayson’s long fingers are sliding in between his cheeks. He shivers at the feeling of two pushing past his rim. Nix clenches tight as his body tries to suck them in.

“Such a hungry hole.” Gray pulls them out only to come right back and push three in up to the second knuckle. Nix feels full—but not full enough—and when his soulmate pumps them in and out, they glance against his prostate.

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