The sound of a paintbrush hitting the floor is loud in the space, but neither of them pay it any mind. The blanket takes a similar journey so he can jump up and lock his legs around Grayson’s waist unaided. Grayson grips his hips hard, pulling him flush—so Nix’s cock is trapped between them, rubbing slick along the ridges of Grayson’s abs as they move.
Breaking their kiss, Nix tilts his head so Grayson can nip and suck at Rowan’s bond-bite. The sensations are replaced by sharp teeth, and end with a hard nip at Nix’s ear. The rough edge of the paint table digs into his ass as his elbow knocks over a jar of water, but neither of them stop.
Grayson pulls back to look at him, his own nipple rings with their gold hoops glittering in the light. He must see something he can’t resist because he groans, taking one in his mouth he pulls up with his teeth while a sharp burst of air pulls on the other. The pleasure-pain is sharp, shooting streamers of sensation straight to his dick.
“Gray, fuck.” Nix uses his heels to pull his mate toward him, trying to get his alpha’s hard cock where he aches the most.
“Not yet. Wanna taste you,” Grayson moans. There’s a feeling of magical suction around the head of his dick andghostly wisps of air along his shaft as Grayson slides to his knees, holding Nix’s thighs apart. He whispers, “Hang on, baby,” right before he tilts Nix’s hips up and leads with his tongue, licking and sucking at Nix’s slick rim.
Sparks flicker along his nerve endings. Heat blooms in his nipples, cock, and along the path of Grayson’s tongue. His moans echo through the room, and soon he’s not above begging.
“Please, please. Fuck me, Gray,” Nix moans, as Grayson slides a single finger in alongside his tongue, and the sudden intrusion shoots fire to his core. Waves of energy send sparks skittering along his inner walls before converging on his prostate. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“Never,” Grayson groans. “How do you taste so good, fuck. I can make you come like this…”
Nix thinks about it; of riding the vibrations and heat of Grayson’s magic on his prostate, leaning into the heat from their soul bond and flying with the stars. It’s a skill Grayson loves to employ on him and their mates for his own amusement. For a man who claimed he got off primarily on edginghimself, magic had really opened the door for Grayson to pleasure his mates at any time, anywhere. He’d quickly become the pack’s biggest tease, receiving no complaints from anyone, except visiting grandparents, maybe.
The sensations against his prostate increase for a moment, but Nix wants something different. “T–tempting,” he gasps out, “but I think I want you to fuck me on this table. Feels like it’s been too long since I had you inside me.”
Yesterday. It had been yesterday, when they’d been in the laundry room with Rowan. That man was alwaysextrahorny on his laundry days.
“You mean yesterday?” Grayson smiles against the inside of his thigh, nose pressed into the skin. “You smell like heaven…especially here.”
He licks once more—pressing the edge of his teeth in—before rising. The sound of his zipper slicing the silence makes Nix shudder. Leaning over, he kisses Nix softly on his mouth before pulling his hair to get him to bare his neck. He drags his nose up his throat, scenting for his other mates before nipping him hard, sending shivers down his spine.
“I especially like it when you smell like me.” It’s as honest as Grayson will let himself be when they’re alone like this. When it’s just the two of them, Nix can admit that Grayson’s wolf can get a little territorial. The possessiveness always reminds Nix he’s loved to the point of obsession. It’s not always healthy, but it’s never interfered with the pack. Gideon has it with Luca, too, so Nix thinks it must be part of the alpha end of the soul bond.
He whines when the magical caresses on his prostate ease up, and Nix slides his hand from Grayson’s shoulder over that tight stomach again, so he can get a hand around Grayson’s cock. “Been too long, Alpha.”
Growling, Grayson pumps his hips in Nix’s loose grip. “It could be five minutes ago, and it will always be too long.”
Fact.Nix shifts his hips forward so they hang a little more off the edge of the table, and rub the head of that gorgeous cock up between his cheeks; once, twice, and on the third time, until the head catches on his rim.
Grayson helps by flexing his hips, and then they are fitting together like two pieces of an age-old puzzle.
“Fuck, Angel. So hot…so wet,” Grayson whispers, giving a few shallow thrusts.
It lights him up like it always does and yet, each time it feels new. “Let me feel all of you, please.”
“Yes,” Grayson groans as he begins a steady rhythm. It’s not long before he’s frustrated by the shallow angle, so he pulls Nix up and off the table, palms holding Nix’s hips. His arms flex as he lifts Nix, letting gravity pull him down with every thrust.
Soon there are shooting sparks of light from the core of their bond all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. “D—don’t stop, fuck.” Arching his back, Nix plants his hands on the work surface for leverage; it forces his back into a seductive arch, and Grayson leans forward to lick and bite at Nix’s collarbone, leaving a deep pink mark.
Grayson’s magic slides away, too caught up in his physical sensations to keep the focus needed to use his power in such a fine-tuned manner.
It’s how Nix knows Grayson is alreadyclose. His own release is barreling down on him, too. Grasping his dick in his hand, he starts a frantic rhythm that takes him all the way to the edge. His soulmate is a vision, glowing with exertion, a deep pink flush the same color as his mate’s full mouth, his glittering blue eyes filled to overflowing with desire.
“Come for me, Angel. Wanna feel you come on my cock,” he growls, and Nix wants to obey.
He squeezes his eyes closed as his orgasm takes him over the edge, lighting him up like fireworks from the inside.
Grayson falters, hips jerking as Nix’s orgasm clamps down around him—tight enough to draw a groan from his chest and a burst of pleasure through their bond so vivid, it nearly blacks Nix out.
He is still tingling from the aftershocks when Grayson growls in his ear, “So fucking gorgeous when you come.” He presses his growing knot up against Nix’s rim, and it’s the only warning he gets before Grayson is picking up his previous hard rhythm, now working toward his own release.
“Now you, please,” Nix begs, voice tight from the sparks still running up his spine. “Need your knot. Need it.”
Grayson groans, mouth still pressed against his ear and fingers still tangled in his hair. “So pretty, I love it when you beg for me. Makes Wolf think you’re all mine.”
