Gideon had been used to the old paper version, but Finn had insisted it made more sense to make it a living document—so they could add and remove kinks as they changed or tried new things. It is encrypted and uses non-identifiers, but it is thorough and lengthy.
“Oh,” Nix breathes.
Nix takes the final piece of fruit offered by Grayson and uses his hand to wipe the juice off his chin. Rowan has his head on Nix’s lap in an instant, and as soon as that hand is within reach, he’s licking the back of it.
Huh.
Maybe they should talk to their baby alpha about a tail and ears.Maybe a muzzle.
Wow—maybe Gideon’s list needs updating, too.
Nix blinks up at him, pupils wide. “Wait…do I have a list?”
Finn groans. “Holy fuck, Nix, you having a list is onmylist.”
Rowan chuckles, shifting closer. “Youshouldhave a list. And we could write it while you’re spread out under us…”
Nix visibly shudders, thighs spreading over Finn’s legs so he can squeeze them around Finn’s. “Oh. Yeah…okay.”
“Angel, we want you to have a list, too. We were waiting until you were…ready.” Grayson says.
“Mmm. Do you know some things you already like?” Gideon asks tentatively. The “like” part of the list might be easier in this case than the dislikes, given Nix’s past.
“Well, I like all of you. Naked, especially. Does that count?”
Rowan laughs. “It counts for sure, and it’s good to know.” He flexes his biceps, and Nix’s mouth drops open.
Gideon can see his pink tongue, and it burns hot through his willpowerto keep this conversation on track.
“I think what we mean is, is there anything extra special that you like?” Grayson asks.
Nix shifts restlessly in Finn’s lap. With his trembling thighs spread open over Finn’s, Gideon can see his slick has made a wet mess of the front of Finn’s pants.
He lets his mind wander to pulling Nix’s shorts down, unzipping Finn right out here in the open, and sliding Nix down on Finn’s cock.
“Gideon?” Nix is looking at him strangely.
Grayson whispers, “You’re growling.”
“Oh shit, sorry,” Gideon rasps before, clearing his throat. “Okay, where was I? Right. For example, you know how Jay likes it when you and Luca call him ‘Daddy’? Or that night when we explained about being an omega, and you asked us if we want—”
Nix puts his hand over Gideon’s mouth to stop him from saying it out loud, eyes wide. Everyone here was there that night except Rowan, and impregnating their omega was definitely on a few lists—Gideon wonders if it’s on Rowan’s.
Maybenowisn’t the time to find out.
“Okay, good point, kitten. That is something that’s on my list, and Finn’s, and Grayson’s.”
“Jamie’s, too,” Nix giggles.
“What?” Rowan asks. “What is it?”
Finn, the occasional minion of chaos, chuckles. “Nix wanted to know if we’d be interested in‘putting a baby in him.’” He makes quotation marks with his hands, and Grayson snorts under his breath.
Rowan goes still. A second of perfect silence. Then his pupils blow wide, his cock visibly jerking hard in his sweatpants as his scent explodes in the air—so intense it makes Finn choke on a moan.
“Say that again.” Rowan exhales, voice wrecked.
A violent buck of Finn’s hips nearly knocks Nix forward. His fingers dig into Nix’s waist, anchoring them both.
