Page 82 of Bonds of Fate

Nix has moved to straddle Rowan, his hand reaching underneath himself to hold the alpha’s cock erect—bent on riding Rowan’s still-hard dick. His soft, begging whines echoing in the hallway.

“Baby, you can’t take Rowan like that, he’s too big.” Jay’s much larger hand creates a tight squeeze around the young alpha’s girth. Rowan jerks at the addition of his alpha’s touch and all the scrutiny.

Nix turns, glowing eyes bright enough to light up the dim hallway. “No?”

Rowan is poised on the edge of a second orgasm, with tiny pulses of his hips into their combined grip—his eyes are squeezed shut, lips moving in some foreign language, counting or conjugating verbs, just to be sure he’s not going to hurt their omega. “M’hurting Ro?”

Grayson snorts, just for Jay’s ears, but is careful to not draw either mate’s attention.

“Nixie, he’s too big. You might get hurt,” Leo says from his front-row seat.

It’s Nix’s turn to snort. The voice that responds is weirdly layered, deep like Nix’s, but also deeper, more sibilant. “Am built for this.” He sits enough that he can take the head in with a groan. “Ro? Yes?”

Rowan’s eyes fly open, and Jay can tell he can’t believe he’s not being denied this final taste of heaven right there on the floor of the hallway in a pile of pack-scented blankets.

The young enigma can only give a jerky nod, and Nix is sliding The Cock™ home in one smooth slide. Glowing blue eyes are rolling back in his head. Rowan can’t even hang on in order to thrust as his second orgasm shakes through him.

“Ro. So deep. So good.” He rides Rowan’s cock in an ever-deepening rolling motion, and it’s not long before Nix’s legs tire. The rhythm becomes a more deep-seated grind as he moans in frustration, muscles twitching. “Help.”

Grayson groans but is quick to grasp his omega’s tiny hips and lift him high enough before forcing him down with sheer brute strength.

Rowan’s arm flexes, tattooed fingers around Nix’s dick, and Jay is proud to see Rowan giving their mate pleasure, even as he shakes. “Nix…can I…?”

Tilting his head to the left, the omega growls, “Alpha, bite.”

Jay looks at Grayson; everyone knows the primary scent gland is on the left. It’s where throat bond bites go, where Jay’s bite sits, huge and purplish-black. His mate shrugs, not breaking his rhythm for Nix and Rowan.

“Alpha, now.”

Rowan does not need to be told twice and slides the trembling hand not on Nix’s dick into his sweaty hair. His long fangs are down, and Grayson shivers—bite-kink, activated. Grayson forces Nix down over Rowan’s mammoth knot, and both his mates moan.

Rowan strikes on the right side, and Nix comes with a shout, a burst of vanilla musk flooding the air. He shakes through his orgasm like he’s been electrocuted—then goes limp, passing out in Grayson’s hold.

Grayson eases him forward, settling him into Rowan’s arms so the alpha can lick and suck at his mate’s fresh bite. That small smirk is still visible.

“Holy fuck. He’s got two throat scent glands,” Grayson murmurs.

Well, that explains the depth and reach of his scent—to a certain extent.

Leo huffs in surprise. “The books don’t mention that.”

Rowan moves his hand around behind Nix to feel where his knot has stretched the skin thin. His eyes meet Jay’s in awe. Their omega is made to take him easily and with pleasure—he is a miracle.

“You okay, Gray?”

He’s Nix’s soulmate, and they’re still not fully bonded, so Jay watches for any sign that his mate is hurt or struggling to hold his control—but there’s only his usual calm.

Leo grabs Grayson’s hand, offering reassurance in case either of them is unsettled by this crazy turn of events.

Grayson’s jaw is a bit tense, his basil scent strong, and with the suppressants only having been out of his system for a day or two, Jay wouldn’t be surprised if this tested him. Grayson has always had unnatural control over his wolf, but even that has limits.

“I’m good. I’ve got my eye on a spot, don’t you worry. We’ll have our moment.”

Jay doesn’t doubt it. Grayson is a creative romantic, and whatever he plans will be something for the family’s storybooks. He trusts Grayson to always speak his truth, and there’s no reason to doubt him now.

Their young alpha is listing to the side, fingers in his mouth, sucking at the slick he’d found.

“Hey, Ro, careful now, are you still coming?” Rowan shivers again and nods.

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