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Story: Darkness Echoes

Gideon’s reluctance to name it as divine intervention doesn’t sit well with Finn, but they’re already back at the room.

Perhaps he should just be grateful his mate isn’t pushing him to say so out loud.

They open the door to find Jay, barefoot and reeking of smoky frustration.

“Where the hell were you? You took my shoes, Finn, for fuck’s sake.”

Finn hands him his tea and a blueberry muffin as a peace offering.

“What if you had needed me?”

“Don’t be mean, James. I told you they were getting breakfast. Did you bring chocolate milk, Finn?”

Nix holds out his hand to accept his preferred drink.

“Thank you! And…wait. Ooh…that’s…yum…”

Nix’s nose lifts, and he smiles that sexy smile he gets so often when “morning wood” means a literal buffet of sultry morning sex.

“You smell really good. Gimme.”

Wearing Finn’s T-shirt from yesterday, Nix’s smooth, golden-freckled shoulder peeks out. The shirt falls to his thighs when he’s standing, but right now, perched on his knees, his small baby bump rounds out the front.

Finn wants to put him on his back and stick his nose in his favorite spot right where Nix’s thigh meets his torso, and breathe him in.

He wants it right the fuck now, and he takes a single step forward.

“Finn!” Jay says again to get his attention. “Tell me about this dream.”

Gideon must have told the Pack Alpha already, but Finn gears up to repeat it word for word, anyway.

He’s instantly distracted by Leo lying on his front, with his back bare and perfectly rounded ass curving the sheet.

Finn takes a step toward his dozing mate with thoughts about how he could lift the sheet to bite that firm muscle, mark him up.

Mark him up?

What is wrong with him? He’s hard as a rock, and there is sweat running down his spine, even though the AC should have the room feeling cool.

The rest of his mates look sensually soft, even their sharp-eyed leader, whose unshaven stubble and annoyed frown are magnetic.

If Gideon’s attitude is hot, Jay’s anger is even more so, but Finn rarely thinks that unless he is in rut.

Oh. No.

No. No. No.

There’s a moment of clarity through the heat in his belly, reminding him of that pounding headache last night, his sweaty brow, and the ever-present semi that has hardened up considerably since he entered the room with his mates in various states of undress.

Spinning around, he watches as a shirtless Grayson hauls Nix back toward him on the bed so he can open his milk and settle his omega’s plush ass into the cradle of his thighs.

An equally naked Rowan sniffs the bagel Finn prepared before tearing it into pieces so Nix can just lean back into his soulmate’s arms and open his mouth for the tiny bites.

Glorious and golden, Nix lets the fathers of his children pamper him like a king.

Babies.

Pregnant omegas are claimed omegas. No one can ever take them away when they carry a pack child, and Finn is struck suddenly with the thought that he wants to have a baby with his omega, too.