Page 34 of Bonds of Fate

Jamie’s head pops up, surprise on his face, looking from Grayson to Nix and back again. “He’s what now? I knew I should have read those damn books.”

“It’s so hot, it tastes like dessert—good enough to eat.” Grayson licks his lips, and it sends a shiver down Nix’s spine.

“It’s coming from his…” Jamie moves a hand down like he might feel it through the fabric of the robe.

Yes, please, sir. May I have more?

Putting two hands on Jamie’s cheeks, he holds him still so he can have his full attention with no added distractions. “Yes, yes, my ass is dessert. Butwhy?”

“Is it uh…all the time? Or just when you smell like sex in a bakery?” The pressure on his cheeks makes it sound likethexth in a bwakerwee.

Nix blushes. Sex in a bakery? Who thinks of these things? If he had to guess, it’d be Rowan.

“Maybe we can help with that.” Gideon is back with Finn, both freshly showered—Finn in a tight white T-shirt and those sexy eyeglasses, and Gideon in a tank top with the Long Road Home logo, his arms on full display.Theylook good enough to eat.

He leans into Jamie and whispers in his ear, “Nice job on the band merch.”

There’s a chuckle. “Right?”

Nix slips away from Jamie’s hold, and Finn’s arms are open and waiting. “Hi, Finnie. I missed you. Kiss?”

His lips are soft but not tentative. Nix would have thought he was a gentle kisser, but this was not that. His hands are holding Nix’s head immobile, fingers in his hair, and he feels teeth on his lips. There’s a sting, and then his tongue is soothing over the little bites. When he opens his mouth on a moan, Finn’s tongue is there, leaving no part of his mouth unexplored; there’s a tickle on his hard palette and over his teeth. The alpha tastes like toothpaste and come, and Nix wants past that minty flavor to the good stuff.

“All right, Finn. Dial it down a notch. We’ve got some ground to cover, and then we’re going to sleep for twelve hours.”

Nix hears Gideon but has no desire to do what he asks because Finn’s lips are sucking hard on his throat at the bolt of his jaw, determined to leave a mark.

“Ya! Bad dog.”

There’s a smack, and the way Finn yelps, he’s glad there wasn’t one for him.

“Fuck off, Gid. I mean it.” He doesn’t because there’s a gleam in his eye when he meets Nix’s with a wink. He has learned already that these two like to go toe-to-toe. It’s foreplay.

Grayson pulls him away to make it easier on them, and Grayson gets a faux growl from Finn for his trouble.

“Alright, alright, but let’s take this to the couch. My ass is too sore for the breakfast bar.”

“Can I ask, were you and Gideon..?” He waggles his eyebrows at Finn.

“Nix, you shouldn’t be doing it if you can’t say it,” Gideon sing-songs as he sits gingerly on the couch, and Nix’s wolf won’t let his alpha get away with that so easily.

Nix bends over and puts his hands on Gideon’s thighs. He lets his robe gape open, and based on the draft, if Gideon looks away from his gaze, he’s going to get an eyeful. As it is, the scent of that all-natural vanilla lube is wafting up through the opening. Nix relishes the visuals of Gideon’soh shitmoment.

He then lowers his voice as low as it goes and growls, “You’re right.Sosorry. Did you and Finnie fuck hard? Did you make each other come? Are your legs sore and your ass wet? Was it good? Wish I could have seen you both. Maybe next time youfuck,I can watch or even–”

He’s yanked back by arms around his waist but maintains eye contact. This is a game of chicken he’s determined to win—and he does because Gideonblinks, blinks, blinks.He is frozen, flushed from his ears down his neck, and it disappears down into the neckline of his tank top. His teeth are biting into his bottom lip, and he’s sweating. Just a little bit.

He’s not the only one, though. Finn and Grayson watch with mouths hanging open, black currant and basil scents lush and redolent with desire.

“You can put me down, Jamie. I think I made my point, don’t you, Gideon?” That snaps Gideon out of it.

Eyes narrowed, he sits up straight, adjusting the front of his sweats. “I see how it is. Alright, kitten. Point one to you. Don’t get used to it.”

He feels like he won the lottery and gives a little shimmy of joy. Every eye in the room is on him, and there’s no warning before the robe’s belt falls to the floor.

“Fuck. Me,” Finn whispers.

Nix whispers back, “Not my preferred position, but if you insist.” He loves the dazed look on Finn’s face, and he has quite literally never had so much fun. It’s liberating to feel thissexualandsafeat the same time.

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