Rowan doesn’t need more encouragement. He slides his fingers between Nix’s thighs, breath hitching as he presses in—hot and slick. Nix shudders at the stretch, at the slow glide of Rowan’s fingers opening him up, teasing him with shallow thrusts just inside.
“Goddamn, you’re soaked,”Rowan growls, voice thick with awe.
“Ro, please,” Nix pants, his voice wrecked, body trembling with want. “I need you inside me—I need your cock, need your knot—”
Rowan groans like he’s in pain, and in the next second, he’s flipping Nix onto his back, ripping Jamie’s stolen dress shirt open, buttons flying across the nest.
“You make me crazy, but I need you to be sure…I don’t want to hurt you,” he asks, voice muffled by his lips kissing down Nix’s chest and then his belly, sucking and biting as he goes.
He looks uncertain, but his red hair is damp at the temples, and his eyes are dark with desire. So beautiful, and the memory of their last fuck flashes through Nix’s mind.
Nix can only thrust his hips up to gain some pressure on his dick. “Yes,god, please.”
“Fuck, you’re gonna wreck me,” Rowan breathes, settling between Nix’s legs.
Gripping his thighs, he drags him down the nest until he can get his teeth set into the soft skin of Nix’s thigh. Licking up the mess of slick already soaking into the nest beneath him, Rowan pushes a third finger in alongside the others.
Grayson shifts, propping himself up beside them, his eyes glowing in the dim light. He trails a hand down Nix’s stomach, fingertips teasing over his leaking cock, barely touching, just enough to make Nix whimper in frustration.
“Needy baby,” Grayson murmurs, as he drags his knuckles along Nix’s flushed skin.
“Gray,” Nix moans, opening his mouth. “Please.” He wants Grayson’s brand of deep, tongue-sucking kisses.
Grayson takes stock of Rowan’s mouthful, his hand between Nix’s legs, pushing three long fingers inside, slick and easy, all the way to the last knuckle.
“Angel. So pretty. So good for us,” Grayson pants, licking into Nix’s mouth. “Does he taste like sugar, Ro?”
Rowan pulls back just enough, lips glistening, before leaning toward Grayson with a smirk. Their tongues meet in a flash of hunger. Then Rowan’s slick-coated hand wraps around Grayson’s cock, pumping slow and firm.
A groan spills from Grayson’s chest as he tangles his hand in Rowan’s hair, yanking him closer. They kneel over Nix, their mouths devouring each other, but Nix can barely hear them over the pounding of his blood.
Skin burning and itching with need, the pain from before cramps in his belly, turn the ache of emptiness unbearable. He needs them. In his mouth. In his body.Now.
Without hesitation, he rolls onto his knees, desperate. His hands wrap around both their cocks, stroking as he mouths at Grayson’s cockhead first, then Rowan’s, sucking them again and again, swallowing down the taste.
Rowan pulls off Grayson’s lips with a ragged gasp, his forehead dropping to Grayson’s shoulder as Nix works him over. His fingers tighten in Nix’s hair, not yanking, but pushing his head inexorably down until Nix can feel the corners of his lips split with the effort to get the head into the back of his throat.
Gagging, his eyes tear up as pressure builds unbearably low in his belly. It’s perfect but not half of what his body needs.
“Yes, just like that,” Grayson murmurs, his voice thick. He rubs a drop of blood from Nix’s mouth with his thumb before sucking it clean. “Makes me want him like this all the time.”
Nix moans around Rowan’s cock, heat flooding his body. He clenches and releases his thighs, trying to ease the agony in his belly.
“Ro,” he groans, releasing him with a wet pop, resting his lips against the head so the alpha can feel his words as much as hear them. “You said you would fuck me. What are you waiting for?”
Rowan inhales sharply, and his cock twitches against Nix’s lips.
Before Nix can take another breath, Rowan flips him around, pressing his chest down with his legs spread wide.
Grayson shifts in front of him, gripping Nix’s chin and tilting his face up. His cock drags against Nix’s swollen lower lip, leaving a trail of sweet precome.
“You want us both, Angel?” Grayson murmurs, running his fingers through Nix’s hair.
“Yes,” Nix pants, arching his back, pushing his ass higher,presenting. “Want you in my mouth. Want Ro inside. Please.”
Thank the Goddess that Rowan doesn’t waste another second. He grips Nix’s hips, dragging him back, rubbing his thick length through the slick pooling between his legs, coating himself in it.
Without warning, the stretch is sudden andoh-holy-fuckdeep as Rowan thrusts in one fierce push, slamming into the hilt in one stroke.
