Finn lifts a slim thigh up and over his shoulder. Finn presses his nose in under Nix’s balls so he can use his tongue to lure more of that nectar into his mouth, and his lips can soften his omega’s clenching hole. He loses himself to the whines and moans, the shaking thigh held tight in his grip, as the shuddering prostate orgasm has his tiny hole clenching on both Finn’s tongue and his fingers.
He could do this all fucking day.
“Finn, Finn, Finn,” Nix gasps out with small, but strong hands buried in his hair. “Please.”
“Come, Nix.”
“Please, please, you—you, too.” His velvet voice strokes down Finn’s spine, lighting every nerve like a live wire. Then he’s tugging Finn up by the hair into a deep, wet, vanilla-flavored kiss.
It’s like coming home when Finn pushes his aching cock in with one long glide. “So perfect, Nix. Fuck.” He’s rewarded with both Nix’s long legs clutching him closer, pulling him in as Nix lifts his hips to meet his every thrust. Finn can only lean forward, both fists planted on the mattress beside Nix’s head. He loses himself to his mate’s burning heat and begging pleas to come.
“Bite, Finn,” he growls as he tilts his head to the side, using his hand in Finn’s hair to pull him into his sweet-scented throat.
He can’t deny him, so he licks a strip up his throat, the sweet taste of his mate’s arousal strong in his mouth as he bites down under Jay’s mating bite. Nix convulses under him, the rhythmic clench on Finn’s cock sending him over the edge soon after. He pushes his knot in past Nix’s rim so he can come again.
“Nix,” Finn murmurs in his ear for no reason, except to hear it said in his own sated voice. They lie in silence, with Finn holding himself up so as not to crush Nix underneath him. He spends the time laying tiny kisses all over Nix’s freckles while Nix spends his time clenching down and squeezing Finn’s ass with his hands. When his knot slips out, he rolls to his side, pulling Nix with him. “Warm now?”
Just as the words leave his mouth, Nix shivers, and goosebumps skate over his back.
“I hate being cold. Fuck.”
Finn runs his mate a hot bath and slips in behind him so he can run soapy hands over every inch of soft skin he can reach. The caramel-scented bubble bath makes them smell like a Christmas dessert. Speaking of…“What do you want for Christmas, baby?”
Nix tenses up before he shakes his head. “I have everything I want.”
Something doesn’t ring true. It’s not that Finn thinks Nix is lying; it’s that their omega is nervous or unhappy about something. His post-coitalsweetness is turning a bit burnt.
“I know sometimes you are uncomfortable about receiving gifts, but we want to do it. Is that it?”
Nix sits up, turning to look at Finn, his knees tucked up under his chin. “Dr. McBride told me today that I should try to be brave.”
Finn wipes some bubbles off Nix’s lip, trying to catch his gaze. “Brave?”
“It’s hard this time of year, you know? And this is the first Christmas I’m having after—” Nix pauses, and Finn can easily fill in the blanks.Since becoming part of the pack. Since being free of Dawson Hayes. Since his parents and sister died.Finn is grateful he didn’t have to hear the exact words from Nix’s soft mouth, and he swallows past the lump in his throat.
“I don’t know what it’s like to feel…all of that, but Nix, you can talk to me about anything.”
“I know, Finnie, and thank you. But it’s stuff I’m working through in here.” He offers Finn a small smile and taps his forehead. “And in here.” His palm lands on his chest, too.
There’s a surprisingtouchalong their mental bond. A gentle stroke that Finn has already learned feels like love. “So you’re not uncomfortable about the gifts?”
“Well, I…uh…don’t want to disappoint you—any of you. But thinking about gift buying is hard when I can’t contribute, you know?” He rubs Finn’s chest in soothing circles. “Look, I know what you’re going to say, and I appreciate it. I know I’m not a burden, not for everyday things. But I’m not going to spend your money on gifts for you. Does that make sense?”
It did. He didn’t have to like it, but he understood. All Finn needed to do was put his mind to it, and he could put a smile on Nix’s face again. “It makes perfect sense. I think I have an idea. Can you leave it with me?”
Nix grins. “I can leave it with you, Dr. Merritt.” The grin and the name in that voice are a lethal combination.
“Good. Now let’s shower this bath off, and then I can find you something to eat.”
Like the idea had been a signal, Nix’s tummy growls. “Let’s do it. I could eat a dozen donuts. Do you think there are anyleft?”
Nix is faster in the shower, leaving Finn with soapy hair, saying he needed food, and that Finn’s hair routine takes too long.What, don’t judge.His hair takes work, and he’s not going to feel bad about it. He’s sad to see Nix’s tiny butt disappear from his room, and he hears Jay’s bedroom door open, then close again as Finn turns on his hair dryer.
When he’s done, he grabs his new blue sweater from his closet, pulling it on with a nice pair of his favorite navy khakis. He straightens his bed and folds Nix’s white sweater at the bottom of the bed for later. When he goes for his tablet on the desk, he nearly trips over Tsuki, who’s sitting beside his desk like a silent sentinel. He hadn’t heard her come up the stairs.
“Shit! Where did you come from?”
Her ears are silky under his fingertips, and he’s taking extra time to rub under her chin when he spots the tiny red box that one of his pediatric patients had given him last week. It has tiny rainbow crystals glued to the top, spelling outdoctor finn. He’d brought it home to show his mates because he’d never had a patient make him something before. The little girl had asked him about his favorite colors and made a production of giving him the gift. Tucked inside is a drawing of Finn wearing his extra-large, snake-like stethoscope. Gifts made from the heart are the best.
