Page 42 of Tides of Fate

“Sorry, puppy. Hang in there, we’re in for a bumpy ride. Kitten, tell me what you want right now. Do you want my mouth? Or Rowan’s cock, or mine? Maybe you want to have Grayson’s pretty mouth. Tell me, and it’s yours, out here under the blue sky.” Gideon laughs. Making his mates comeis something he delights in, so it’s hard to turn it off.

Grayson helps Nix ease his shirt up. “So beautiful, Angel. Show us how pretty you are. Lift your shirt, show us your pretty tits.”

He adjusts his sweats but doesn’t touch his dick. He’s all in, but Gideon knows he won’t come.

“Please, touch me here.” Nix has his hands plucking his nipples hard, pinching, and then letting go.

Turning to his soulmate, he opens his mouth. Grayson is no fool—or rather, at least not in this. Gideon watches Grayson bite Nix’s lower lip and suck, and when he lets go, it’s wet, purple, and swollen.

Fuck, so hot.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, alright?” Gideon replaces Nix’s fingers with his own, pulling the tiny buds up and then twisting—first one, then the other.

Nix wails, his back arching sharply, thighs trembling as Gideon’s fingernail scrapes his nipple again and again, punishingly slow.

“Fucking look at him,” Finn growls.

“Don’t stop. Oh, my god. Going to come, Finn. Faster.”

Finn complies by tilting his mate’s hips forward, so Nix’s cock is riding his thigh.

“Holy fuck, Nix. Your tits are so pretty. So pretty. Wanna come on them. Then I’m going to lick them until you come again,” Rowan pants, one hand pumping his cock as the other digs into Gideon’s thigh.

“Yes, Rowan—do that. Please. Gideon, bite.”

Nix is talking to Gideon, but it’s Finn who comes with a gasp at the thought of a bite—black currant bursting so sweetly that it makes Gideon’s mouth water.

Leaning forward, Gideon takes a nipple he’s made long and red into his mouth, using his sharp front teeth to pull up gently, scraping across the abused bud.

Nix screams out his orgasm, shuddering, legs jerking so hard Finn has to hold tightly or he’d end up on the ground.

On his feet now, Rowan comes on Nix’s chest in long, hot ropes—narrowly missing Gideon’s hair.

Boneless, Nix slumps backward into Finn’s arms so the alpha can lick his face and suck on his ear, whispering praise and words of adoration. “Beautiful, Nix. You are so good.”

Pink-cheeked with tears in his eyes, their omega is the picture of lustful perfection.

“So pretty. Can I?” Rowan is on his knees in supplication. It’s fitting because Nix is a gift from the Goddess, all rosy and glowing in the sun.

Nix doesn’t say a word—just grabs Rowan by the ear, arching his back so Rowan can lick his come off Nix’s chest and belly in long, puppy-like strips.

“Jesus.” Grayson’s face is red, and he’s even sweatier, but he still hasn’t put a hand on his cock.

Gideon envies Grayson’s self-restraint—just so he could draw it out and feel this good for hours.

Today is not that day, though. Gideon yanks down his sweatpants, and he can smell his own thunderstorm scent is even stronger here.

He takes in Finn’s lips moving almost imperceptibly on Nix’s ear.

Whatever he’s saying, their omega has his hand in Finn’s hair.

Rowan is licking firmly across Nix’s red, distended nipples in quick strokes that make him buck his hips—little hard dick visible through his wet shorts.

Gideon needs to see.

“Rowan, down.”

Rowan pauses and moves back so Gideon can get to Nix’s pants.

---