Nix isn’t sure how much time has passed when Grayson finally pulls himself from the tangle of limbs, ignoring Nix’s protests. Returning with a warm washcloth, he swipes gently over Nix’s face. When he’s finished, he throws the cloth into the bathroom and settles back in the nest, offering his shoulder for Nix to rest against.
Rowan shudders through hisfourthorgasm, still tied inside him, and Nix loves it. The heat pooling in his belly every time Rowan shifts is a deep, thrumming pleasure that keeps him floating between exhaustion and craving more.
“You okay there, Angel?” Grayson murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Nix’s head.
“So good, Gray.”
If he unfocuses his eyes, he can see the way both his pink and magenta bonds swirl around them, weaving together in soft pulses of color. Luca would call ittrippy.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you? For what?” Rowan asks, his knot finally shrinking enough that it slips free.
Nix won’t lie. “It’s been different lately, and I was…worried that…”
He hides his face in Grayson’s armpit. “Why is this so hard? I woke up, and I needed you. I was worried you wouldn’t want…ugh. Am I making any sense?”
Why was “wording” so hard.
Grayson exchanges a look with Rowan before smiling. “Mmmhmm, we want you, too.”
Rowan groans, shifting to press his nose against Nix’s throat. “Any time you want to touch my dick, please do. I mean that.” He inhales deeply, growling against Nix’s pulse. “Fuck. Why do you smell so fucking good? I’m still hard, for fucks sake.”
Like he’s been summoned by the promise of good dick, the door to the nest room bursts open.
In record time, Luca is yanking off his pants and shirt, bringing the scents of the outside world with him, and even though Nix hates the scent of strangers, he wants him in the nest so he can cover him in vanilla musk, sweat, and come.
Luca stops abruptly, lifting his nose as his face flushes bright red.
“Holyshit. That is amaze-balls. What isthat?”
Then he’s crouched over Nix, nearly knocking Rowan over in his haste to drag his nose down Nix’s side and over his belly, lower—
“Luc! What are you doing?” Nix asks, grasping his hair in his fist, holding his face to his belly as if the beta might try to leave him.
Luca moans, pressing his face into Nix’s skin. “Smells good, baby. Like you, but—fucking ramped up to a million. Goddess, I’m sohard.” He lifts his head and shouts, “Gideon! Can I come?”
Nix’s wolf doesn’t like the loud noise, but the idea of making Luca come is even more insistent. Visions of how he could rub his baby’s come into his belly and how he would smell even more like pack.
The burning in his belly flares, sharp and immediate, and his hole clenches hard, forcing out fresh slick, Rowan’s come spilling right onto his still semi-hard cock lying tucked between Nix’s cheeks, making the enigma groan.
“Yeah.” Nix fists his hand in Luca’s hair, dragging him up so their chests press and their cocks slide together, hot and wet. “Can Luca come?” he shouts.
The scent of summer rain with a tinge of annoyed thunder fills the space seconds before Gideon appears at the door, a laundry basket balanced inhis arms.
“Why are you yelling?” Gideon grumbles, stepping inside. “So rude. Haven’t I taught you both bett—”
An audible gasp is followed by the sound of the plastic laundry basket dropping to the floor.
Folded blankets and towels spill out, tumbling across the nest.
Nostrils flaring, Gideon stares, blinks, then: “Fuck me.”
He backs up a step. Then another.
And in a strange, conflicted dance, he takes three steps forward before forcing himself out the door, fingers clenching tight around the doorknob.
“What’s wrong?” Grayson asks, a hand tangled in Luca’s hair, pushing him down toward Nix’s cock while Rowan devours Nix’s mouth.
