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Story: Darkness Echoes

It’s perceptive of Grayson to say so, and the wolf thinks about pulling out of his beta before he comes and showing Rowan who’s in charge, but he’s always loved the enigma’s cock—especially during his rut when he’s loose and craving the tiniest edge of too-much-too-full.

“Ro.”

So he fucks his knot in past Luca’s rim just as Rowan breaches his hole with a come-slick finger.

The sensation carries Finn into a peak that burns like wildfire and distracts him from Rowan’s long fingers stretching his rim.

“Fuck me,” he growls.

“No, fuck. Ro, here.”

Nix crawls over to them so Rowan can fill his palm with slick straight from the source—and the remnants of Grayson’s come.

“You’ll wreck him if you go in dry.”

Finn knows he should care, but he wants the burn—wants Rowan stirring up his guts while Luca milks his knot into an intense orgasm.

“Now.”

The burn is intense, but Rowan bites his shoulder to distract him.

There’s the scent of blood, but it’s gone in an instant as Rowan laps it up.

Still, it stirs the wolf to new heights; he wants to bite Nix’s milky thigh or Luca’s round pec, but he has the final thought to sink his full Were fangs into the meat of his upper arm instead.

As Rowan sets a punishing rhythm, the dual sensations of Luca’s second orgasm—his ass clenching on Finn’s knot—throw him over the precipice.

Finally, the wolf howls in glee, and Finn passes the fuck out.

In Their Fates (Gideon)

Crouching against the wall outside their temporary haven, Gideon watches as Leo tries the handle on the hotel room door over and over. It’s futile because, of course, it’s locked, and Jay has zero intention of opening it again.

No happier to be standing out in the hall than Leo, who is clutching his hastily grabbed bed sheet to his chest. He’s got his juicy butt bared to the world, so Gideon wastes no time in wrapping him up toga-style so that he doesn’t accidentally flash that nice older couple across the hall.

Poor thing hasn’t even had the luxury of his morning coffee and blueberry bran muffin, which are sadly on the other side of that closed door.

But it’s not his breakfast that has Leo’s forehead pressed against the door like he’s seriously considering slamming his shoulder into it and saying to hell with the consequences.

If Gideon weren’t the one being counted on to keep a clear head, he might be right there with him.

Because their usually calm, collected, and even-keeled Finn is rutting like a beast on the other side of that door, and they can’t even help or enjoy him for one damn second.

It’s the sudden scent of tears that throws Gideon off, because Leo is notoriously steadfast—the man you need in a crisis—and there’s no denying they are in crisis mode.

“Come here,” Gideon says, drawing him under his arm.

“I don’t know why I’m so upset,” Leo says, voice thick in his distress.

Gideon knows why.

Finn had gone through just eleven ruts, and in the beginning, while LRHwas rapidly gaining popularity, Gideon had heard they even missed the start of one.

Jay always puts the pack first, but even moving heaven and earth, Finn had been without them for three days by the time they got to him. They’d come home to find him deeply unsettled, and his rut had lasted over a week.

No one in the pack wants him to suffer the feelings of being abandoned by pack members during the most vulnerable time in a Were’s life.

It makes perfect sense that Leo hates that he has to be on the other side of this door right now.