Page 80 of Bonds of Fate

Another clench, and every time, Jamie shivers, and those sparks fly.

“Yeah, mine’s uh…fuller than Gray’s. Yeah.” Another clench and a shimmy, and the knot pulls a bit. “If you keep doing that, it’ll never go down, baby. P-Please.”

“Oohh, so that’s how it is. Hmm. good to know.” He doesn’t tease, surprisingly. He’s quiet for a long moment, and Jamie thinks maybe he’s fallen back asleep.

“Jamie?”

“Hm?”

There’s a telling pause where Jamie knows there’s bound to be a teasing revelation, and he presses Jamie’s hand on his belly. “Do you really think you put a baby in me, or what?”

Jamie can only groan. He honestly doesn’t know. Can he do that now? Oh, God. Does Nix want that? Is it too soon? Are they ready for that? Is the pack ready? Holy shit.

Panic sends his scent from contented straight into a slow-burning forest fire in under a second.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, alpha.”

Nix reaches up and tries to rub his hands through Jamie’s hair, nearly bumping him in the nose and poking him in the eye, Jamie manages to dodge just in time, realizing he must have said all of that out loud.

“I do. I want your baby any time, but you are right. Maybe not right now? So. Maybe we should ask Finn. See if there’s anything else in those books. I should probably read them, too.”

“Nix. Fuck.” He can feel his mate wiggle, and his knot finally slips out—serious conversations, doing the job to get it down. There’s come and slick everywhere, making an even bigger mess. All the wolf wants to do is push it all back in to be sure it takes. The instinct to breed their omega is strong, and with five alphas in the house, Jamie thinks Nix is going to be leaving a wet trail wherever he goes.

Maybe he’d consider a plug? He shivers at the thought of plugging Nix up—full of the pack’s come.

“Alright there, alpha?” It’s a little bit dry and a lot mocking.

“Oh, it’s alpha now, is it?” He climbs out of the sweet-smelling mess and gathers Nix in his arms. “It was Daddy-this and Daddy-that not even thirty minutes ago.”

“Daddy doesn’t like it?” Nix giggles when Jamie carries him into the bathroom and puts him down outside the shower; he relishes giving his butt a light smack.

“Daddy likes it just fine, as you know. But Luca, that little troublemaker, knows all my hot buttons. Nixie, I could have hurt you. I’m sure he told you it really gets me going, yeah?” He turns on the shower, pulls Nix in after him, and starts washing his mate’s hair.

“He said you might be a little reluctant to let yourself go, and I want the real you, Jamie. I need you. All of you, just the way you are. I can take it—everything you have to give me. I can take it. I needed you to know that. And look, I’m good. Better than good.”

There are soft hands on his belly and chest, washing away sweat and slick—and maybe just a little guilt for being so rough.

“I’ll do better, Nix. Just no more blindsided poking at my kinks, yeah?”

“There are more? Do tell.” He’s too cautious to tickle his mate in retaliation in the shower because no one wants to explain a broken bone from shower shenanigans to Gideon.

“Alright, you. Enough. Before we have a shower sex accident neither of us wants to explain to Gideon. Out.”

The towels are warm, and the feeling in his chest is even warmer. His bite on his omega’s neck is gorgeous: large and deep, bruising running up his neck and even a bit down into his chest.

He rethinks the black hoodie in his hands and exchanges it for a white tank instead—his mate has caught on, no doubt, trailing his fingers over the sensitive mark and shivering.

There’s no convincing him to try a pair of boxers. Goddess knows why Jamie tries. There’s a reason no one complains about Luca’s no-pants agenda because bare butts are easy-access and one of Jamie’s favorite things.

“No. No pants. I’m starving. Feed me.”

Standing on the mattress, he launches himself off in a flying leap and expects Jamie to catch him, fearless in his trust—Jamie’s wolf could explode with joy.

“Alright, you menace. Let’s eat.”

Chapter Eighteen: Jay

Jay

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