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Right the fuck now.

Ignoring his Pack Alpha’s demand, he unceremoniously hands Jay his icedcoffee, which doesn’t smell or taste like the vanilla sugar he’s craving, so that he can knee-walk his way up the bed before going to his belly between Nix’s upraised knees.

On the heels of a deep, resonant purr, Finn receives a very clear mental image of Nix’s dick in his mouth.

He sets himself immediately to the task, lifting his T-shirt out of the way so he can lick up a sweet drop of precome before taking it in all the way.

It’s perfect; filling his mouth and then a little bit more.

Finn hums at the flavor, taking the head to the back of his throat, looking up over that baby belly and into his omega’s glowing eyes.

“F-Finn,” his omega slurs, pumping his hips up, making Finn gag slightly at the sudden intrusion.

“Finn!” Jay raises his voice, and a shiver runs down his spine.

The annoyed tone makes him rut against the mattress and pull off so he can bite gently into the inside of Nix’s silky thigh.

“Up,” he grunts, and Grayson’s hands helpfully open Nix’s thighs, lifting him so Finn can get to the place where Nix is leaking slick and soaking the front of Grayson’s sweats.

The flavor of vanilla-musk flows into his mouth in rivulets as Finn pushes his tongue in as far as he can reach.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Grayson’s nipple piercing glinting in the hotel room’s low light—a beautiful, tiny, weighted pink ruby charm Finn had given Grayson on his birthday.

It marks his mate as his.

“Mine,” he growls, reaching up to pull it hard.

He’s growling?

Finn rarely growls. His wolf usually rests lazily in the back of his mind, content to let Finn run the show.

Even during ruts, Finn is always cognizant of himself and his mates—a relationship defined by a mutual understanding of low-key Were behavior, unless vigorously called upon in times of extreme duress.

He’s also happy to say he’s never had to call on the wolf.

Except, apparently, right now, his incredible control is failing.

Grayson’s eyes flash red with heat in response to Finn’s grip on his piercing. Breathing deeply of Finn’s alpha pheromones, his clawed hands grip Nix’s thighs.

Rowan succumbs, too—with a burst of spiced rum, he sticks a hand down the back of Finn’s sweats, rubbing a spit-slick finger over Finn’s hole just as the door to the restroom opens to reveal an irresistible, naked Luca.

Fresh from another shower, still smelling of Leo’s cinnamon musk.

Finn straightens up onto his knees and holds out his hand.

“Come,” he growls at his beautiful mate.

“Holy fuck,” Luca whispers. “What is happening right now?”

The beta comes to him, eagerly rolling on his belly in the space Finn has left so he can now get to where Nix is dripping slick.

Luca pushes his ass back toward Finn, the soft flesh jiggling with the movement.

“Alpha.”

It’s all Finn’s wolf needs to take the last of Finn’s sanity as he slides all the way into his rut, two weeks early.

“Out!” Jay yells, pulling Leo off the bed with the sheet and thrusting him into Gideon’s arms.