Nixscreams. His spine bows, his mouth falling open as he’sfilled, his body gripping Rowan tight.
Grayson takes advantage of the moment, sliding his cock past Nix’s lips,pressing in inch by inch. “That’s it, Angel. Take it. Such a good omega.”
Yessss.Nix loves to hear it. Moaning around Grayson’s cock, body caught between them, he is overwhelmed. The burning ache in his belly is replaced with the agony of pleasure as Rowan grips his hips andfucks him, hard and deep, his knot already swelling at the base.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” Rowan groans, voice wrecked. “Your pretty little hole is sucking me in, Nix. You love it, don’t you?”
Nixdoes. He loves it. Loves the way Rowan stretches him, the way Grayson fills his mouth, the obscene wet sounds of their bodies moving together.
Grayson pulls back, stroking himself, rubbing the tip against Nix’s lips. “Open wide, Angel.”
Nix obeys instantly, tongue out, waiting.
Grayson strokes himself faster, breathing ragged. “Fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty with my come on your face.”
Rowan groans at the words, slamming in deep, his knot catching, locking them together, and Nixwails, coming untouched, his body convulsing around Rowan’s cock.
Grasping Nix’s chin in an iron grip, he whispers. “Look at you. My pretty Angel. Mouth open,” he growls.
Nix barely processes the command, and then Grayson is coming, painting Nix’s tongue, his lips, and his cheeks. Some of it misses, dripping filthy over his swollen lips, down his chin, and onto the bed between them. Rowan growls, rutting harder, grinding his knot deep against Nix’s aching, stretched hole.
Grayson strokes a hand down Nix’s back, tracing lazy patterns as Rowan presses deep kisses against his shoulders.
“We’re not done yet, Angel,” Rowan murmurs, rolling his hips, grinding his knot deeper. “You can take more, can’t you?”
Nix whimpers, exhausted but still burning. He’s gone entirely limp in their grasp, trusting that their hold on him won’t falter, whether that’s in that horrid courtroom or here, in their nest, as they pleasure themselves—and him.
He drifts, feeling cared for and loved. “So deep, Ro,” he slurs, his limbs slack, body boneless with pleasure.
The scent of his mates allows him to enjoy that hazy, blissed-out feeling, but as Rowan had said, he isn’t finished with him yet.
Rowan shifts behind him, pulling him up so his back is pressed against Rowan’s broad chest, sweat making them slide together. He’s held in place by the huge knot buried deep as his alpha’s fingers slide up Nix’s sweat-slick chest. His rough palms drag over sensitive skin, thumbs brushing just under his pecs before he finds Nix’s nipples. Rolling them between his fingers, he flicks and pinches the tender flesh—a wicked contrast to the deep press of his knot stretching Nix open.
Nix gasps, his spine arching, a sharp jolt of sensation shooting through his belly, straight down to his still-hard cock. “Fuck, Ro—” His words cut off into a whimper as Rowan tugs, twisting just right, sending lightning through his overstimulated body.
“Yeah, baby?” Rowan breathes against his ear, voice thick, dripping satisfaction.
Pulling one of Rowan’s hands away, Grayson takes the other nipple with his teeth, sucking hard before releasing it with a wet pop. “I love how sensitive you are. Perfect for us. Bet we can make you come again just like this.”
The heat surges, stronger, unbearable.
“You smell so fucking good,” Rowan groans, rutting slow and deep, his knot pressing inexorably against Nix’s abused prostate. He tweaks Nix’s nipple again as Grayson bites down. “Could stay inside you forever.”
The promise of forever just like this, the bite of pain mixed with pleasure, the relentless fullness of Rowan’s knot stretching his rim—it’s too much.
“Gray! Ro—fuck! Oh, fuck—”
Nix shatters, a wrecked cry spilling from his lips as his cock pulses untouched. His body clenches down hard, milking Rowan through another orgasm as black spots flash behind his eyes, as he finally succumbs to the pleasure.
The next thing he knows is the press of soft lips against his cheek, asa wet tongue drags over his face, licking up the mess of come and sweat before kissing it back into his mouth. The taste of himself and his mates floods his tongue, making his head swim.
Rowan rubs a hand over his chest, down his stomach, pressing in hard over his lower belly. “I can feel my cock in you. Maybe I put a baby in here, eh?”
Grayson groans at that, low and rough. “Fuck, Rowan…”
Ababy.That sounds perfect.
Nix would like a baby. A little one with fox-green eyes and a mischievous smile. Maybe a baby girl like Arlo’s. Maybe Nix could call herMarigold. They were his mother’s favorite flower, after all.
