Page 72 of Bonds of Fate

The hand on his cock is Gideon’s, and he wishes he could see what everyone else sees. “Video,” he groans to anyone who will listen. “Wanna see. Later.”

There are no less than three phones pointed at them as Luca slides down on Nix’s cock.

It’s hot and tight, and when Luca clenches, Nix’s belly tenses, and he bucks up. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before, and when Luca starts to bounce in tiny pulses up and down, it’s sensation on top of sensation.

Panting, he squeezes his eyes shut—completely out of his element, not really doing anything at all.

Suddenly, Grayson is crouched beside him because surely he must know Nix is struggling.

Jamie tucks a strand of sweaty black hair behind Grayson’s ear, and once it’s out of the way, Grayson only has eyes for him.

“Open your eyes, Angel. See how pretty Luca is. See his pretty, pink tits—they jiggle when he’s bouncing, and he’s feeling so good.”

Nix raises one hand to grab the full, bouncy pec and squeezes, and Luca clenches harder.

“Is he clenching down when he pulls up? Plant your feet, that’s right, now when he comes down, meet him. You’re doing so well. Better?”

And it is better.

Luca is moving faster, and Nix is sure he’s going to come. His beta is stunning—eyes half-lidded, drool, and slick on his round cheeks.

Luca is listening to Grayson, too, grabbing his nipples to pull them out as far as he can.

“Give me your hand. There, now you can feel where your cock is in him, Angel. Making him feel so good.”

The place where Nix’s cock disappears into his mate is slippery and wet; it hits him, then, that he’s fucking his own slick into Luca’s hole.

There’s no warning as even the idea of it causes the pleasurable agony in his belly to burst into a million pieces, as he jackknifes up to grab his mate by the hair to pull his head to the side.

Beautiful Luca is his for real and forever. “Luca.”

No one is as surprised as Nix is when he sinks his fangs into where Luca’s shoulder meets his neck, just under Gideon’s claiming bite.

Luca comes loudly, dick soft and untouched, right after him, his moanedbabyringing in his ears.

Chapter Sixteen: Nix

Nix

It can’t have been long since he’s been out because Luca is still lying unconscious, half on and half off him when he comes back to himself.

He’s slipped out of his mate, and there’s come and slick soaking through the very nice white sheet. It hits him suddenly—he bit Luca and made him come without Gideon’s permission when he was asked to help him be good.

The wave of distress is so sharp that he begins to keen, high, and loud. His vanilla scent is a bakery on fire, burning even his own nose.

Luca is gently removed from his tight, protective grasp, and Nix is in Gideon’s arms even as Gideon watches Finn and Grayson tend to his unconscious mate.

Fear surges over him, an impending sense of doom settling in his chest. “No, mine. Luca, please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He expects hands to pull him away. He can already hear the words—Get out. You don’t belong.

But instead, there’s warmth. Hands, soft and steady. Fingers threading through his hair. Gideon, Luca. Their scents wrap around him, holding him together when he feels like he might come apart.

“You’re okay, kitten. I’m not angry. Luca wanted you to claim him yesterday already, and I knew it was a possibility. Yourinstincts are so strong when it comes to him, and I’m happy for you both. I’mhappy,” Gideon murmurs as he smooths a gentle hand over Nix’s sweat-damp hair.

There’s a soothing hand on his back, and then he’s got apple juice in his mouth. It sits cold and churning in his belly, and he tries not to bring it right back up. A swirl of comforting black currant and cinnamon lingers, but it can’t cut through the surging panic.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t. I’m sorry.”

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