Page 66 of Bonds of Fate

Together, they slide the dress over his head, and it settles soft as an angel’s wing over his chest and hips, floating around his bare butt. It’s soft on his dick, too, and there’s already slick between his cheeks.

Oh god, what if he leaks so much that it starts running down his legs?No. He’s not ready for that. Maybe there are pants?

Luca ties the deep v-neckline closed with its tiny satin bow. “So pretty, Nixie. Daddy is going to lose his big bad alpha mind.”

“Daddy? You mean Jamie, right? Do you call him that all the time?”

Luca reaches for the hairbrush and puts two tiny pigtails on the top of his head—most of his hair fits in, and it feels funny. Nice, too, but strange. It adds to that wet feeling in his behind.

“Luca, does this dress come with pants? Or something?”

“What? You wantpants?” He sounds suitably horrified at the mere mention. “Why? Your cute tush is perfect, just like this. Gideon says I can’t pressure you or anything, but if Iwere,it would be againstpants—and just a little.”

“Well, it’s embarrassing. You promise you won’t laugh?”

Luca puts a hand over his left tit and tries to look solemn while declaring, “I wouldnever.”

“Well, I’m wet, and I don’t want to leave a trail of uh…slick running down my legs. It’s…”

Luca is behind him on his knees before he can finish his sentence, with Nix’s ass cupped in his hands. “Please let me see. Please.”

“If you’re sure?” Nix spreads his legs a bit, and some slick does slip out. He can’t help but cringe just a little. This might be bad in terms of helping Luca be good.

But Luca is moaning and breathing heavily. “Oh, holy fucking hell. That is the hottest thing, baby. Can I taste it, I promise I’ll be good. Can I? Just my fingers. I’ll save the lic—nope, not thinking about that right now. Soon, Luca. Soon. You can do it.”

“If you want, and only if it’s not too hard—yes.”

He feels his mate’s hand pry open his left cheek, and more slick slides out. The burn in his belly ramps up, and with Luca’smocha scent turning extra chocolaty, he’s already well on his way to feeling a bit floaty.

“Oh, fuck, will you look at that. I just need a taste, okay? Just a tiny one to hold me over. Don’t move, baby.”

And then there’s a finger sliding up his butt cheek to his hole, and when Nix finally looks over his shoulder, he can see Luca with his fingers in his mouth, eyes rolled back.

“Mmmmm, so good, Nixie.” He’s shaking, and Nix is for sure not helping Luca be good at all.

“Luca.”

They both startle and maybe it’s enough to pull Luca back from whatever edge he’d been teetering on because Leo is pink-cheeked and hard in his sweats.

“Fuck, you two. Gideon is going to be pissed if you aren’t being good. I think you should head down—dinner’s ready.”

Nix can smell the spicy cinnamon of Leo’s arousal, musky with precome, if the damp spot in the front of his sweats is anything to go by, and Nix wants it. He’s headed toward his gorgeous mate when Leo holds out a hand in the universal “stop” gesture.

“Nope. Nope. Nix, I am not brave enough to face Gideon if you come over here. I’m going to need a few minutes. Start without me.” Leo backs away with a tiny shake of his head before pointing a finger at them both.

“I mean, startdinnerwithout me. Nothing else.That,you should wait on me. Yup, donotwant to miss a second of that. Fuck. I’m going.”

As Leo escapes the room, Nix looks over his shoulder to find Luca, who has a mischievous grin on his lips. Leo should be rewarded for his patience and for saving the evening.

“Luca. Pants, please. I am not leaking all over everything at the dinner table.”

“I should say not, as no one will be eating anything but you, then. That’d be worth seeing at some future date, though.” In the end, they find some pink ruffled panties that have just the right amount of cheek.

“One more thing.”

Luca runs into the bathroom and comes out again with a tiny pot of gold shimmer. “Can I? You look so pretty. I think this might be good.”

Nix can only nod and stay perfectly still as Luca uses his fingertip to press the shimmer over his collarbones, chest, and high on his cheeks. While he works, he whispers, “It’s edible, just like you.”

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