Page 18 of Bonds of Fate

Right now, his omega wants Grayson’s cock. “Anything.”

The first lick is so gentle, and it’s followed by Nix’s eyes popping wide open. “It’s so good. Gray, you taste–”

The sentence cuts off as Nix takes the head into his mouth, his hand wrapping firmly around the rest of the shaft to control its length. He sets a hard, determined rhythm, his tonguepressing insistently into the slit, sending sharp jolts through Grayson’s groin. Drool slicks his chin, and the corners of his mouth crack slightly from the strain of taking too much, too fast.

“Nix. Angel. Slow down. I’m—I want…oh, fuck.” He wants to put his hands in Nix’s hair and pull, to push his cock farther past those puffy, red lips. “You’re going to make me come too soon.”

“Come?” His eyes are on Grayson’s face. “Please. Want it.” He dives back in, this time deeper until he gags, and the tears that form at the corner of his eyes are so pretty. His cockhead hits the back of Nix’s throat, and his matepushespast it—andhe’s in his omega’s throat.

“Angel, please let me make you feel good, too. Goddess, look at you.” Grayson presses his thumb to the corner of his mate’s mouth to wipe away the blood there and runs his fingers along his cheek and down over the bulge in his throat.

His omega’s eyes flash blue, and he pulls off and growls, “Want it, Gray. Come, now.”

And Graysondoes. The unexpected orgasm has his belly cramping, and he shouts as it’spulledfrom him. He’s never come so fast and never on command like this. Nix sucks every drop from the source, and it’s too much–of course, it is–because it’s running down Nix’s chin and onto his chest. He’s squeezing the knot at the base of Gray’s cock, tiny pulses that milk the come from his cock one more time. “So good, Gray. Thank you. So good.”

“Fuck, Angel. Let me…” He needs to make his mate feel good. “Let me make you come. Do you want that?”

There’s a deep hum resonating from his mate—he smells aroused and yet satisfied. He’s milking his knot and growls, “More.”

If Grayson had it, he would gladly give it.

When he finally releases Grayson’s cock, he drags his hand over the still-sensitive knot, down beneath his balls, and backup. Both hands slide around to cup Grayson’s ass, pulling him closer. His omega nuzzles into his belly, rubbing his face back and forth, breathing deeply, and licking everything he can reach.

Grayson threads his fingers through Nix’s soft hair. There’s that gravelly hum again—a sound of contentment and hunger combined. Nix follows his nose to the scent gland where his hip meets his thigh, where Jay, Gideon, and Leo’s mating bites mark their claim. His eyes flick up, lashes low, catching Grayson’s gaze—and then he bites. Hard.

Grayson comes again with a cry as their mating bond slams into place, while Nix cries out his orgasm—fangs in deep.

A gasp cuts through the silence.

Snapping his head around, Grayson sees Leo standing in the doorway, water bottles clutched in both hands, hard dick tenting the front of his sweats and mouth open in shock.

Chapter Six: Nix

Nix

He’s so warm and so relaxed. Nix thinks he’s never felt this good in his entire life. A gentle heat simmers in his lower belly, and a tingling buzzes at the tips of his fingers and toes. The air is filled with basil and cinnamon—a strange combination but one that smells amazing. Bet it tastes good, too.

“Angel.” The voice is Grayson’s—hisGrayson. Nix can feel him now, tethered to something deep inside him, like an anchor pulling him home. “Look at me, please.”

He lolls his head toward the sound and blinks his eyes open. It’s Grayson. He’s so pretty. Really hot.

“Thank you, baby.” Black hair falls into his eyes, and he’s naked. Oh, that’s good, too. Grayson has a really nice dick.

There’s a chuckle. “I’ll vouch for that.” Leo! Nixie loves Leo.

There’s a tattooed hand holding a bottle of water, and it’s trying to get him to drink. But he doesn’t want water; it will wash away the taste in his mouth, and he doesn’t want that. He must have used his tingly hand to push it away because handsome Leo is frowning.

“No.” He pushes it away, and it sloshes, raining down on the bed.

“Nix, you need some water. Try for me.” Again, with the water bottle.

“Nooooooo. Tastes good already.”

“What does, Angel?”

Nix opens his mouth, heart thudding, so Leo can see for himself.

“Fucking hell, Gray. Is that your blood and come?” Leo’s voice is high, nearly squeaking, and he sounds unhappy—startled, maybe.

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