Page 83 of Bonds of Fate

“Th-third. Him, too.” Sure enough, Nix’s soft cock is pulsing out a tiny load of clear fluid onto Rowan’s toned belly.

Rowan’s knot must be wedged right up against his prostate.

“Fuck, they could get stuck in a loop. What do we do?” Leo asks, always two steps ahead.

Jay’s knot will sometimes trigger Luca like this if they have a nice long fuck; it’s not happened more than twice, but Gideon usually has to get mean to break the cycle.

“Uh. I don’t think we want to do what you and Luca have to do.” Leo shakes his head.

Jay can only agree. He doesn’t know why, but pissing off their omega sounds like a bad idea.

Meanwhile, Rowan is moaning steadily, another shiver—the fourth—rolling through him.

Jay checks his watch, does some mental math, and nods. “They’ve been joined for fifteen minutes. Not long by bond-bite-knot standards, but I can’t imagine it going on for thirty.”

“Help,” Rowan whines, starting to look a bit nervous.

Their omega is still unconscious, which means this is pure instinct and biology—insane sexual chemistry on a feedback loop.

“Get Finn, Gray. Go.”

Grayson is down the hall and into Finn’s space unannounced. There’s a second entrance to the library from the second floor. While he’s gone, both Rowan and Nix shudder through another orgasm—this time at the same time—Rowan with a pained gasp.

Are they synced up now? Jesus.

Finn is beside them ten seconds later, smelling of the meal he’s been cooking. “How long, now?”

He runs a soothing hand through Rowan’s hair in reassurance.

Checking his watch, Jay says, “Nineteen minutes, and five or six, for Rowan. Fewer for Nix at first, but now they are synced.”

Finn’s jaw drops open while eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Synced? Not a feedback loop? Their bodies areanticipatingeach other’s orgasms? Holy fuck. Okay, we need to get that knot down.”

In doctor mode, Finn makes sure he has Rowan’s attention—as much as it’s possible to get the attention of someone experiencing rolling orgasms. “Ro, I am so sorry, but this is going to hurt. Try not to startle Nix, okay?”

Finn digs his claws into Rowan’s thigh, and while their mate flinches, he only groans. A second, even deeper-clawed grasp does absolutely nothing. “Fuck, Jay, you’re going to have to tell him to let go.”

Alpha-Voice.

Given Rowan’s enigma status, only Jay’s will do. Jay grimaces, wanting to protest something Pack Alphas should use only in the most dire circumstances, but as he debates, Rowan and Nix shake through their next synchronized orgasm.

Nix starts shifting his hips—whether in pleasure or discomfort, Jay can’t tell. He hates using his Alpha-Voice—it stimulates his wolf, and it’s hard to bring him to heel afterward, but he knows Finn wouldn’t ask if he knew of another way.

“Rowan, knot down.” His Voice vibrates along Rowan’s nerve endings, and Nix falls to the side, with Grayson’s hands relaxing him into Leo’s heaving chest before the other alpha disappears down the stairs again.

Their sweet-natured beta is sensitive to Alpha-Voice, and it’s one of the reasons Jay hates using his. Anything that can make someone sick to their stomach can’t be good.

“Th-thanks. Fuck. What the fuck w-was that?”

Jay knows Rowan means the synced-up orgasms on repeat. He groans when his softening dick flops onto his thigh—almost purple—and he reaches under to grab at his balls.

“Hurts, worse than the f-fucking chafing.”

Jay snorts because only Rowan would complain about the epic amounts of stellar ass he gets on the regular.

Grayson arrives with two juice boxes and his stash of Lindt chocolate. Popping the two straws off, he hands one of the juice boxes to Jay, who holds it for Leo to drink from—because sugar helps settle his tummy. The other, he puts to Rowan’s lips.

Finn is checking Nix’s vitals. He lifts the tail end of the white tank top out of the way and gently pries a butt cheek aside. Thereis a seemingly never-ending stream of come and slick oozing out, and every man there groans.

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