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Leo feels Nix’s smile against his forehead.

“Would you…um…want to bond with me?”

Chapter Three: Leo

Leo glitches. Now? On his childhood bed? Where he’d had fantasies about his future mates?

Now?

“If you wanted?” Nix asks.

Had he said all that out loud? Probably not.

“Nix. I want to complete our bond so much.”

“But?”

“No buts. Like I said the night you claimed me—if you want it, and I want it, then there’s nothing stopping us.”

“Really?”

Nix is lying on top of him in a flash. “Now?”

Leo opens his legs a little, and Nix slips in between.

“Always,” Leo smirks. “Phoenix Rena, are you trying to seduce me in my teenage bedroom? How scandalous.”

“Indeed, I am, Leo Costas. You are so fucking sexy,” he growls.

Nix yanks off his cardigan and T-shirt in a single move, his fluffy hair an untamed mess, his pale skin flushed. He straddles Leo’s waist, bracing himself on his chest. “Come on,” he murmurs, lips twitching. “Wanna nom-nom your belly…make you come.”

He’s so earnest and silly and sexy as fuck. And strong.Sostrong, and it makes Leo bite his tongue so he doesn’t just burst into song.

“You wanna what, now?” Despite the question, he is no fool and pulls off his t-shirt.

Nix forgets about Leo’s abs-in-process when he locks eyes on Leo’s chest. “Oh, my stars. Will you look at these? Luca is so right—you have the nicest boobs. Wait…no, they’re man boobs. Does that make themmoobs?”

He grasps both of Leo’s pecs in his tiny hands and squeezes, so Leo makes them “dance,” just to hear him giggle.

“Moobs! I will have you know these are pure muscle, earned through countless hours in the gym. I can bench press almost three hundred pounds. These are not mere moo—”

Nix leans forward and takes Leo’s nipple in his mouth, pinching the other.

“Oh, shit.”

Nix uses his teeth and bites down firmly, and Leo feels his rock-hard cock twitch in his pants. Looking up between his lashes, he flashes Leo a cocky grin.

“Wanna suck you. Can I?”

He settles his ass back on Leo’s dick and grinds down.

“Fuck, yes. But if you keep doing that, I won’t last. Feels too good. Maybe we could make each other feel good.”

“At the same time?”

Nix’s cheeks are red, and Leo wonders how far down the blush will go by the time he makes his mate come.

Sixty-nine? Maybe next time—because right now, he wants to concentrate on making Nix feel good.