Page 74 of Bonds of Fate

“Leo, you are so strong here,” he squeezes Leo’s arm and then rubs a finger over his forehead, “and here. But especially here.” His hand stops over Leo’s strong heart. “You are mine forever and ever. Can I?”

He’s asking, but he’s already found an unmarred spot where Leo’s thick neck meets his shoulder, where the scent of cinnamon lingers—warm treats covered in melty sugar. It’s thescent of the two of them together, and his fangs drop instantly, his mouth watering in anticipation.

With Leo’s tiny nod, Nix threads his fingers through soft, curly hair, meets wet, loving eyes, and gently tilts his mate’s head farther to the side.

Finally, shutting out the rest of the world, he strikes.

It’s deep, maybe as deep as Jamie’s, and Leo seizes up, coming hard and hot with a moan onto the insides of Nix’s thighs, his hands holding Nix’s hips in a firm grip. The others are quiet, holding this moment in reverence. When his wolf senses the unsurprisingly robust presence of Leo Costas in his chest, it soothes the remnants of anxiety he hadn’t realized he was still carrying.

Of course it does.

Leo has been a steadying force in Nix’s new life as part of this pack, and feeling him settled there goes a long way toward easing his fear.

He is filled to the brim with warm gratitude for Leo’s impact on his life already and knows that this feeling will be a regular occurrence around his thoughtful, strong-hearted mate.

He finally lays his newest claimed mate’s head on the back of the couch, kisses his red mouth, and leans in to whisper, “Handsome Leo, I love you.”

Grayson is there, and Nix smiles sweetly at him in gratitude when he pulls Leo into his own basil-scented throat and wipes away their mate’s tears.

Rowan has chosen his groin like Grayson’s, and he’s standing as close as he can to be next and still be respectful—so ready and already so hard.

Nix has to smirk. He’s so delightfully pushy, and sohis—a unique blend of chaos and charisma—often mature beyond his years, yet still surprisingly irreverent. Nix can hardly wait to know him better.

Nix isn’t ignorant of the parallel journey they’re on together as they learn to master their wolves and everything it takes to be the best they can be for themselves and their family.

He climbs to his feet instead of falling to his knees, and Rowan’s eyes flicker open in surprise when Nix simply stands there, waiting for his full attention. Unlike Jamie and Luca, this boy could use a little romance in his approach. Rowan has almost a foot on his 5’6” frame, so Nix steps in close, pressing his head under his alpha’s chin, and just hugs him.

That ‘whoa-boy’ cock presses right into the front of his already-ruined pink nightgown, and Nix revels in giving a little shimmy—just to hear Rowan groan.

“Patience, you. Come here.”

He puts his big alpha down on his back on the other side of the sectional and settles between his knees, only to run his hands up and down his eager alpha’s thighs. Rowan bucks his hips up, and Nixishard-pressed to not climb on and ride, with the way Luca made it look so, so good, but like with Leo, that time is not now.

Later, though? Fuck, yes.

“Please, Nix. I need you. Please.” He’s writhing now, just the idea of Nix’s bite making The Cock™ kick up, strong fingers digging nails into the expensive leather.

“I saidpatience,” Nix growls, digging his claws into those muscular thighs, looking up his body and into his fevered eyes. “Rowan, you aremine.” It’s growled out from the depths of his body.

Tucking Rowan’s sweatpants under his balls, he noses along the crease between his thigh and groin, and then slowly up his shaft.

“Finn…does that thing you said about scent glands and blood flow run through here?”

His wolf thinks it does.

Rowan smells of spicy rum, rich and fresh—at its absolute best. A collective gasp fills the room just before Rowan jerks up onto his elbows, eyes wide, his face maybe even a little bit green.

Nix lets his fangs drop all the way down. He knows by now that they’re comparatively long, and his wolf is oh-so-vain about them. He giggles because no man wants sharp fangs in his dick. “I’m joking. Are you ready?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he just crawls up Rowan’s chest and grabs him by the jaw. “I’d like to put it here if you don’t mind?”

“Please.”

He sits down on top of The Cock™, and feels it between his slick cheeks and along his perineum. With an undulating grind, he slideshis hips in a slow back and forth, causing Rowan to tip his head to the side in reflex. Nix can hear his enigma’s heart pumping fast, his spiced rum scent getting stronger.

“Rowan, I will love you forever.”

Nix grabs his huge hand and holds it over his heart as he bites down on his mate’s strong neck.

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