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This time, he was going to be the one to choose.

He cupped the back of West’s head and pulled him a little closer, scowling when West resisted. “You promised, remember? You said when you bite me, you’ll give me fair warning.”

“I wasn’t planning on biting you today.”

“No,” Nix agreed, because he’d known that, “but isn’t this better? I’m asking you to. My willingness should be preferable. Unless,” he lowered his voice to a teasing tone, “you want me to pretend to struggle and resist? I could play, if that’s what you need. Either way, this happens now.”

West’s uncertainty didn’t diminish.

“It’s a test.” Lake understood before anyone else, and West’s eyes lifted over Nix to meet his gaze with a partial frown. “He made June and I prove ourselves by filming the video. He’s making you do this for the same reason. Prove yourself.”

Nix almost caved and took the order back, not liking the way Lake sounded. He was clearly upset, holding himself back from putting a stop to this even though it had to have been obvious from the start this was where they were eventually headed.

Lake shared everything with his best friends. Even Nix. He didn’t get to draw a line in the sand to determine how far that went.

Nix did.

“This is my body,” Nix insisted, speaking not only for them to hear, but to regain the confidence he’d been feeling as well. “This is my life. You three may have stolen the course of it, but it’s still mine. The way I see it, we have two options. You either lock me up somewhere I can’t escape, or you convince me you’re going to keep your promise to take care of me. Let’s think of this as till death do us part. You want to keep me? Give me a reason to want to stay. Show me you’ll do what I ask, even if it’s difficult. Show me you’ll put me first.”

He didn’t mean to pit them against each other in the long run. The three of them had gotten this far because of their tight bond, and Nix wasn’t trying to ruin that. But he needed confirmation that he wasn’t going to the one tossed aside if everthere was an argument between them. That even though the Demons had been with each other longer, their feelings for Nix were every bit as strong as the ones they held for each other.

West had already done the most to prove that, but Nix wasn’t satisfied with half-measures anymore. It was as Lake had said. This was a test, and he refused to feel guilty for needing it.

At the end of the day, whose fault was it that he didn’t fully trust them?

It wasn’t his, that was for damn sure.

“Do it,” Lake said, but that only irritated Nix for some reason.

“Shut up,” he snapped. He crossed his ankles behind the small of West’s back, forcing his cock to prod at his insides from the motion. A moan almost slipped past his lips, but he caught himself, unwilling to give in to desire now that he was so close to proving the point that should have been made months ago at the start of this insanity.

“West,” he waited until he had the man’s full, undivided attention once more, “bite me. I need you to.”

“…You aren’t thinking clearly. It’s the lust—”

“You can’t honestly believe I’d put myself through the agony of a claiming mark just because of good dick, can you?” Nix pointed out a bit crassly. “I’m going to get it anyway. I don’t need to beg you to bite me to be fucked.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” West asked. “Are you begging me?”

Nix considered his next words carefully. “I’m begging you to save us.”

Because if West refused to do this now, that was it. Nix didn’t see how he could muster the courage to challenge them ever again, to trust their words when they all claimed to want him and care for him. If West didn’t do this and show him thisreally was forever, something inside of Nix would shatter for sure.

It was already close to irreparable after what Yejun and Lake had done. So far, West had been the one thing holding them together despite all of that. But if he couldn’t show Nix he could set aside his worry about making Lake and Yejun feel bad and do whatNixwanted even if it made those two uncomfortable then—

West pulled out and set Nix down on the edge of the desk. He retreated a step, and it was all Nix could do to stop himself from reaching out to grab onto him. Though he held himself in check, something must have crossed over his expression, because West covered that bit of space between them and planted a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Relax, babe. I’ll do it. I just have to grab something from my bag first, that’s all. Okay?”

He hesitated but then nodded his head, watching as West ambled over to the door where he’d dropped his backpack earlier. His muscles flexed and he gave Nix a great view of his ass and the hard member still erect between his thighs when he bent down and unzipped it, uncaring about his nude form or the fact everyone in the room was looking.

“What is that?” Nix asked when West returned with a tube of something in his hand. “Sun cream?”

“Better,” he replied, twisting off the cap and tossing it to the side. He settled between Nix’s spread thighs, his wet cockhead bumping against Nix’s lower abs. When that had his breath hitching, West chuckled at him. “You’re the one who put a pause on things, Nixie.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one taking forever and a day to pick it back up.” He motioned at the tube. “Pick up the pace. Whatever you’re planning on doing with that, get it over with already so you can—”

“Fuck you?”

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