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Jerk, squeeze, suck hard.

The combined assault has Finn moaning near-constantly. “Yes, yes. Show me your eyes. So pretty.”

Jay looks up through his lashes and sticks out his tongue, as he’d seen Grayson do from that same angle a hundred thousand times. It always sends Jay to the next level.

“Holy fuck. Can I come like this? Just—stick your tongue out again. Fuck.”

Jay moans, too, and does as he’s told. Finn keeps his hand locked, clenched in Jay’s long waves, and uses his other hand to take up jerking his cock. Jay squeezes his mate’s knot firmly and watches Finn’s face. It’s beyond sexy to see him bite his lip, and when his eyes roll back, Jay watches that pretty dick come.

Jay doesn’t swallow or wipe his chin until Finn has finished. Jay’s face is a mess. It’s in his eyelashes and on his cheeks, and it’s still dripping from his mouth and tongue.

“Oh, holy fucking hell,” Finn moans when he opens his eyes. “You look gorgeous. I wish I had my phone.”

Squeezing his knot once more in retaliation, Finn shudders through a second, smaller orgasm.

“Are you going to swallow that?” Finn asks reverently.

Jay pulls his tongue in, swallowing the rapidly cooling release. “So good, Baby.”

Finn scooches off the table and onto Jay’s lap. He moves his hips in a circle while he licks his come from Jay’s face.

“Not bad. I mean, it’s not pineapple-sweet, but still tasty.”

Jay laughs and stands up so Finn can wrap his long legs around his waist.

“Time to fulfill the second part of your request, yeah?”

Just as Nix shouts out for them tohurry the fuck up!

Emerging Anew (Finn)

Gideon puts the Buick into park in front of the small university teaching hospital, and Finn will not be the first to make a move to exit the vehicle.

They’d spent the entire thirty minutes of the ride listening to Gideon grumble about the risks, the dangers, his feelings of impending doom, and the piercing state of the Florida sunshine in February.

Grayson had made the mistake of mentioning Gideon’s distaste for the lack of sunshine in Nashville in January about fifteen minutes ago and they’d all been denied coffee at a McDonald’s Drive-thru in retaliation, while Nix risks it all by mutteringit’s Mickey-D’sunder his breath.

He can’t blame Gideon for his grumpy attitude, as he understands that it arises out of anxiety. As soon as they cross the threshold of the hospital, they’ll be in a public system. Accessible by whoever Carnell has monitoring them, by whatever means. And if Nix is the target, they are sitting ducks in a largely human world.

Clearwater’s Were population is much smaller than that of Nashville, and the larger concentration of humans versus Weres puts them at a distinct disadvantage when it comes to keeping their species a secret.

But on the other hand, Finn can and does blame Grayson for being an instigating asshole. He misses his coffee, dammit.

“Do you understand how this is going to go?” Gideon asks, turning so he can see Grayson and Nix in the back of the vehicle. “They know we are coming, but this is still a human hospital. Stick with me. Dr. Merritt will do the talking. We get in, and then we get out. No one talks, no one gets separated, and no one dies.”

“Yes, sir. In that order.” Grayson salutes.

Finn bangs the back of his head against the window. “Grayson. Why?”

Instead of answering, Grayson climbs out, pulling Nix along with him. Where Grayson has chosen a long-sleeved button-down over his navy shorts, Nix is covered from head to toe in a multitude of pack-scented clothes to better hide his now fifteen-and-a-half-week-old twins.

Finn now understands perfectly when pregnant people say they’ve “popped,” because he is bigger than ever, seemingly overnight. It might not look so peculiar if Nix weren’t perfectly proportioned everywhere else. He’d not started to fill out in his face, or have even one swollen ankle. He looks like he’d swallowed a basketball.

Sighing as Gideon clicks the key fob to lock the doors, Finn leads the way in through the main doors.

The interior is lovely and cool, in shades of rose and light blue, with a mural of a moonlit sea covering the wall behind the information desk. He’d called ahead with their time of arrival, and an officious man is leaning against the desk, chatting up a receptionist. He straightens up when they enter, and for a moment, Finn wishes he’d bothered with a jacket rather than just his button-down and khakis.

“Dr. Merritt! What a pleasure. So pleased to be of service today. I am Dr. Helmsford Rory.” He offers his hand. “Our mutual friends speak highly of you!”