Page 149 of Broken Bonds

ETA 10. Safety team in place, radio check completed. Going dark.

I tell Shawn, and he nods. He leaves me to keep teasing Mal while he goes to the mats and stretches. “Part of me wants to joke I’m getting too old for this shit,” he says, “but the rest of me hopes that’s not true.”

I’m not an idiot. I know what he means. He’s worried about every heat that goes by that he doesn’t catch means it’s less of a chance of him having a baby.

When I hear Jax drive up and park, my entire body tenses. Having planned and practiced is one thing, but doing this is totally alien to me. I’ve never had to do something like this before. Especially not to Jax.

Shawn returns to Mal. “Get the chain ready,” he says. He starts kissing Mal, and that’s the sight that greets Jax when I hear the door lock beep and he opens it.

I sense the safety team just outside the back door. When Jax heads towards Shawn, I jump him from behind.

I worried he’d shove out of the chain and it’d be around his neck, but somehow I get it down as far as around his elbows and pull it tight as Shawn jumps up to help me.

“What the fuck?” Jax yells, and his surprise is real, thank the Goddess.

“Time for something new,” Shawn says as he helps me wrestle Jax over to the other frame.

Five minutes later, Jax is roaring, but firmly strapped down. The safety team made a snap decision to use four guys instead of two, and it’s a damned good thing because now I’m not certain two could’ve held him.

Shawn and I exchange a glance, and he walks over to the mat and grabs his stuff.

Praying Jax doesn’t hate me on the other end of this, I walk over to my best friend and thump him right in the middle of his forehead before I stoop in front of him, eye-to-eye, challenging him with my gaze in a way I never have before.

Not unless I was the one strapped down and he was in this position, which is kinda why I do it under those circumstances.

“I’m thinking there’s going to be a new world order,” I say. “I know you usually have the right as pack Alpha to start initiations, but no way in hell am I letting you fuck that pup first.

Jax and Mal are both thrashing in their bonds now, Mal out of fear and Jax out of rage. I’m not certain how much of his rage is real or concocted, but then Shawn steps over and squats next to me.

“I kind of like the idea, Jax,” he says, staring him dead-ass in the eyes without blinking. He shakes one of the tumblers in front of him. “But I think I like the idea even more of me getting to fuck a pup first for a change. And then let Todd fuck me while I’m doing it instead of you.” He grabs me by the shirt and pulls me in, kissing me with lots of tongue, inches in front of Jax. I can feel Jax’s breath as he rants and rages at us.

Then Shawn pops the top on the first tumbler, and that’s when I see his mask slip as he nearly gags while chugging it. But he immediately opens the second one, this one sort of orange-looking, and chugs it, too.

He sets them aside and grabs a bottle of water. “Todd, why don’t you show Jax what a cock that’s about to fuck his mate looks like?”

I guess that’s my cue to strip. I try to ignore what Jax is saying, because yeah, we’ve dropped him into Alpha mode in a scary-easy way, and I know he doesn’t mean half of what he’s saying right now.

To be fair, most of what he’s saying is not coming out as intelligible words, but roaring growls and snarls that probably sound like speech in his mind.

Shawn gulps down what I think is mint hot tea and then drops to his knees in front of me and swallows my cock.

Ironically, I’m not nearly as stiff right now as I was earlier, and I know that’s due in no small part to my best friend absolutely fucking losing his goddamned mind right now, mere inches from us.

I try to put on a show, though. I grab Shawn’s head and slowly fuck his mouth, all while looking Jax in the eyes. “Yeah, I think I like the idea of giving you my sloppy seconds, Jax.”

Meanwhile, I’m trying to keep an eye on Mal, who, bless his heart, is also about to lose his shit. A mix of fear and lust all wrapped up in one mindless ball of raw nerve endings in need of soothing.

Shawn pulls off my cock and leans in close to Jax. “Maybe Todd can fuck me until I catch, since you don’t want to.”

Daaaamn. He wasn’t kidding that he could rile Jax up.

Shawn crawls over to Mal, showing Jax his ass as he does, and then he gets up on his knees and kisses Mal.

I know I’m the only one with my brain still firmly in my head, but I hope to fucking hell this works because I damn sure know I cannot do this again, even though I know it’s all just a fucking act! And I know Jax, somewhere deep in his logic brain, when he comes out of it, will also be fine with this because it’s part of the act.

It just… It feels wrong to be gigging my best friend, my pack Alpha, like this.

Shawn’s still kissing Mal, keeping him distracted, when I sense a shift in his energy. Shawn sits up, his pupils big, and he stares at me. “Big finish,” he says. “This is kicking in faster than I thought.”