Page 52 of Bonds of Fate

He pulls Jay over him, cool skin damp from the rain slowly warming under his hands. The man’s ass is a work of art, and he pays homage with a squeeze or two. Jay doesn’t ask him if he’s okay or check in because he trusts Gideon to know his own mind.

But he should have known he wasn’t done.

Jay excels at close-quarters combat, and when they spar in the gym, Gideon never lets him get in and stay close—it’s a surefire way to lose.

This is no different.

Except, maybe, for the losing part.

Jay goes up on his elbows but puts his hands in Gideon’s hair. He kisses his forehead, cheeks, and nose and then looks him in the eye. He can’t move his head because of those hands, and he’s going to have to hear what his alpha has to say.

“Gideon, you are not expendable to this pack, not to me, and not to Nix. There will be no sacrifices.”

“But–”

“No. You had your one chance to tell me your side of it, and now it’s my turn. You will listen, and then I will make you come. Got it?”

He gives a curt nod, already feeling his alpha’s cock hardening alongside his own, slippery with anticipation. He bucks his hips up to help move the proceedings along.

“Focus for thirty more seconds, you fiend. I’m trying to tell you I love you. Where was I? Right—we will protecteach other, Gideon, regardless of what Nix decides. We are not acting like vigilantes and trading our life’s work to the devil for a chance at murder.”

“Well, when you put it like that,” he scoffs, and Jay moves his hands so he can look away. It’s further proof Jay really loves him. “Are we on the same page? Yes? Yes. Good. Let’s fuck.”

“Gideon, I’m serious.”

“Yes, Daddy is serious. Gideon is in big trouble. He better show Gideon who’s the boss.” He waggles his eyebrows, and Jay growls.

“Don’t call me that, fuck. The impertinence. Fine. I’ll show you who’s boss. Hands on the headboard. You take them off, and I stop and take my treats elsewhere. Understood?”

The surge of arousal makes him moan, but he manages a nod and locks his hands around the very strong headboard slats. Gideon won’tsayhe had the bed built for just this purpose, but he did.

“Words.”

His alpha uses his teeth to bite at Gideon’s nipple and then waits.

“Fuck, yes.”

Still waiting, but this time he licks his plush lips. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck, yes…Daddy. Nooooooooooo.”

Jay’s fingertips are digging into his ribs mercilessly.

“Okay, Okay. Yes, please.” He puts his hands back up on the headboard, cock harder than before.

“Hmmm, Gid, how are you so pretty? I love this. You have nice tits. I don’t think we talk enough about how nice they are. I should maybe show you.” Jay uses his teeth again to nip at his nipple and pull it up, laving it with his tongue and pulling away, only to blow on it. The cold air burns, sending sharp bolts of pleasure-pain to his dick.

The other one is next, and then he moves back to the first one again. The pleasure pours through him, and like always when it’s just the two of them, Gideon lets the rest of the world slip away. He’s not responsible for anyone or anything except feeling good.

Jay’s hands roam over his belly and flanks, firm and hot, grounding him in touch and heat.

A whispered breath against his skin. “My beautiful Gideon—soft skin and the scent of thunder.”

Fingertips press into familiar territory. “Especially here. This is my favorite spot.” His alpha’s fingers rub over the scent gland in his groin, where his hip meets his thigh.

“You don’t say.” The sass is strong, and he can’t help himself, especially knowing it might earn him something special.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Lightning quick, there are fangs sunk into his groin on top of Jay’s mating bite. The pain is bright and sharp, and it’s so pleasurable when it’s combined with the two fingers his alpha has rubbing the head of his dick in firm tight circles, and he almost comes right then and there.

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