Page 8 of Tides of Fate (Fated in the Stars #3)

Nix is flushed, panting, and not a single one of them is pretending this is still just a conversation.

“Are you sure, kitten?” Gideon needs to be sure this is born of desire, not of something Hayes has built into their mate’s trauma.

“All of you. Now. Yes, please.” Nix looked wide-eyed, breathless from Rowan to Gideon, to Finn and Grayson.

“Finn?” Gideon asks, making sure Finn is along for the ride as well. “You want to let Nix use you?”

“Yes, please. But I won’t fuck you for the first time out here, Nix. That’s for you and me, okay?” He puts his hands on Nix’s hips and begins a slow rhythm, dragging the omega over his clothed cock.

A soft sheen of sweat breaks out over Nix’s chest, and Gideon tracks a glorious flush down his neck as he moans. “Okay, Dr. Merritt. But soon, though?”

Finn can only whimper and buck his hips. Being called Dr. Merritt is definitely a hot button, and Nix has picked it up so quickly. It makes Gideon happy to see their omega interested in what makes his mates feel good.

But right now, Gideon is more interested in what blows Nix’s mind.

“Okay, kitten, Finn says yes, you can use him as you like.”

“Fuck off, Gideon. Don’t make me come until he has. Jesus,” Finn groans.

“Sorry, puppy. Hang in there, we’re in for a bumpy ride. Kitten, tell me what you want right now. Do you want my mouth? Or Rowan’s cock, or mine? Maybe you want to have Grayson’s pretty mouth. Tell me, and it’s yours, out here under the blue sky.” Gideon laughs. Making his mates come is something he delights in, so it’s hard to turn it off.

Grayson helps Nix ease his shirt up. “So beautiful, Angel. Show us how pretty you are. Lift your shirt, show us your pretty tits.”

He adjusts his sweats but doesn’t touch his dick. He’s all in, but Gideon knows he won’t come.

“Please, touch me here.” Nix has his hands plucking his nipples hard, pinching, and then letting go.

Turning to his soulmate, he opens his mouth. Grayson is no fool—or rather, at least not in this. Gideon watches Grayson bite Nix’s lower lip and suck, and when he lets go, it’s wet, purple, and swollen.

Fuck, so hot.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, alright?” Gideon replaces Nix’s fingers with his own, pulling the tiny buds up and then twisting—first one, then the other.

Nix wails, his back arching sharply, thighs trembling as Gideon’s fingernail scrapes his nipple again and again, punishingly slow.

“Fucking look at him,” Finn growls.

“Don’t stop. Oh, my god. Going to come, Finn. Faster.”

Finn complies by tilting his mate’s hips forward, so Nix’s cock is riding his thigh.

“Holy fuck, Nix. Your tits are so pretty. So pretty. Wanna come on them. Then I’m going to lick them until you come again,” Rowan pants, one hand pumping his cock as the other digs into Gideon’s thigh.

“Yes, Rowan—do that. Please. Gideon, bite.”

Nix is talking to Gideon, but it’s Finn who comes with a gasp at the thought of a bite—black currant bursting so sweetly that it makes Gideon’s mouth water.

Leaning forward, Gideon takes a nipple he’s made long and red into his mouth, using his sharp front teeth to pull up gently, scraping across the abused bud.

Nix screams out his orgasm, shuddering, legs jerking so hard Finn has to hold tightly or he’d end up on the ground.

On his feet now, Rowan comes on Nix’s chest in long, hot ropes— narrowly missing Gideon’s hair.

Boneless, Nix slumps backward into Finn’s arms so the alpha can lick his face and suck on his ear, whispering praise and words of adoration. “Beautiful, Nix. You are so good.”

Pink-cheeked with tears in his eyes, their omega is the picture of lustful perfection.

“So pretty. Can I?” Rowan is on his knees in supplication. It’s fitting because Nix is a gift from the Goddess, all rosy and glowing in the sun.

Nix doesn’t say a word—just grabs Rowan by the ear, arching his back so Rowan can lick his come off Nix’s chest and belly in long, puppy-like strips.

“Jesus.” Grayson’s face is red, and he’s even sweatier, but he still hasn’t put a hand on his cock.

Gideon envies Grayson’s self-restraint—just so he could draw it out and feel this good for hours.

Today is not that day, though. Gideon yanks down his sweatpants, and he can smell his own thunderstorm scent is even stronger here.

He takes in Finn’s lips moving almost imperceptibly on Nix’s ear.

Whatever he’s saying, their omega has his hand in Finn’s hair.

Rowan is licking firmly across Nix’s red, distended nipples in quick strokes that make him buck his hips—little hard dick visible through his wet shorts.

Gideon needs to see.

“Rowan, down.”

Rowan pauses and moves back so Gideon can get to Nix’s pants.

Yanking the shorts off, he groans, “You’re dripping.”

He can resist teasing his rim with a single finger, smirking when Nix sobs. “You want something here too, don’t you?”

With a wild nod, his hips fuck down, trying to get Gideon’s fingers where he needs them most.

Before he can drop the shorts to the grass, Grayson grabs holding them to his nose and breathing deeply.

The crotch of Nix’s shorts was already soaked—and only getting more so as Grayson nurses on the wettest parts. “This is ambrosia. Fuck.”

“Did you hear Gray, kitten? You taste like heaven.”

Gideon slides two fingers into Nix’s fluttering hole, pumping slowly and watching the glistening rim clench as he drags them out. Turning his hand, he rubs the tips of his fingers over the tiny bundle of nerves, causing Nix to buck and shiver.

“Fuck Nixie, you’re so greedy,” Rowan groans, pumping his still-hard cock faster. “Bet you’d take us all if we let you.”

A moan escapes Nix at the mere suggestion and Gideon can’t lie—the mental image of their omega, ass-up over the back of the bench, begging for the whole pack to fuck him one after the other, is as hot as anything Gideon has dreamed since Nix came into their lives.

Shifting forward Gideon leans forward so he can get his mate’s dick in his mouth as he adds a third finger.

With his other hand he jerks his own cock hard and fast, he wants to come with Nix. Soon after, Grayson’s cool fingers—soft and teasing.

“Harder, Gray. Make me come,” Gideon demands.

Grayson sinks his teeth into Gideon’s shoulder, beside the strap of his tank top, in mild resistance at being told what to do—but he does as asked, anyway.

He’s glad because Nix’s hips are pumping up, trying to find Gideon’s mouth again. It’s desperate, and it ratchets Gideon’s desire up tenfold.

“You want to come again, omega?”

Nix keens and doesn’t stop thrusting up erratically. Rowan has taken to nursing on one distended nipple—alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking until Nix holds his head with an iron grip in his hair.

“So desperate. So pretty when you want to come, kitten. You make us all so hard. I think Finn might come again—won’t you, puppy? Are you imagining how wet he is? How hot he is inside?”

Nix’s slick has soaked the front of Finn’s pants, and it’s dripping onto the ground between Gideon’s knees.

He runs a finger up over Nix’s twitching thigh and offers it to Finn, who sucks it in and moans—long and low around it—twitching and moaning through his second orgasm .

Finn is stunning when he’s coming undone, red-faced with sweat beading his hairline and his blue eyes bright with desire.

“Going to come for us, kitten? Wanna come with me? Faster, Gray. Here we go.”

Then he takes Nix’s cock in as far as he can, sucking him deep as he fucks his fingers into his tight, dripping hole.

Nix shatters, flooding Gideon’s mouth with come, his thighs shaking violently as he wails through it.

“Angel, fuck. So gorgeous. Come for us, come.”

Nix gasps and whimpers, his whole body trembling as he spills onto Gideon’s tongue, his hips twitching helplessly, still riding the aftershocks.

Gideon groans, the taste of his mate sliding down his throat.

Then Grayson twists his wrist, dragging his thumb over the tip of Gideon’s cock with a stroke that fucking destroys him.

Snarling, his whole body seizes up as his orgasm rips through him like a live wire, his cock twitching uncontrollably. His vision blurs as his own come smears across Nix’s thighs, mixing with slick.

He’s still reeling, barely aware of himself, when Grayson fists a handful of his hair and yanks him up.

Oh, they’re definitely having words about that later.

But for now?

Gideon lets him.

Grayson’s mouth crashes against his, tongue shoving inside, sucking the taste of Nix right off Gideon’s lips like he has a fucking right to it.

And maybe he does.

Gideon growls into the kiss, fisting a sticky hand in Grayson’s hair, yanking him just as hard, just as mean, fingers twisting deep at the roots to remind him exactly who’s in charge here.

Groaning, filthy and rough, his rock-hard cock pressing against Gideon’s stomach, Grayson’s’ s nails dig into Gideon’s arm like he can’t help it.

When Gideon finally rips his mouth away, Grayson’s lips are swollen, wet, and glazed in the taste of their mate.

Grayson fucking shivers when Gideon pulls away .

Then, still hard, Grayson jumps up and staggers slightly before kissing Nix’s cheek, brushing sweat-damp hair back from his forehead.

“Going for a swim,” he mutters, his voice hoarse with need.

He jogs away, Nix’s shorts in hand. It’s followed shortly afterward by a splash. He’d still been hard and probably had no plans to take care of it—except with the chlorinated version of a cold shower and fifty laps to burn off the energy.

Gideon watches him disappear, then glances down at his sticky, wrecked mates, still limp and still covered in all of them.

He grins.

Finn is licking Nix’s neck over Jay’s bite, nose in Nix’s ear. His hand is low on Nix’s belly, rubbing in circles while Nix shakes in the aftermath.

His black currant is sweeter than it has been lately, which is good. He’s been sure his puppy has been going through something he’s not talking about.

Gideon recognizes he absolutely is not the man for that job. Not now.

He wishes he were, sometimes, because there are parts of Finn he wants to know. Gideon knows he’s getting better at it, and maybe someday he’ll be the man Finn can trust with the darkest parts of himself.

Rowan is lying on his back, arm over his eyes, panting, sucking come off his fingers. Whose, Gideon has no idea. His own? Probably.

Ah, it’s Finn’s. There’s a trickle seeping out the bottom of Finn’s pant leg, and Rowan just goes back for more.

Nix is reclining in Finn’s lap, head thrown back on his broad shoulder and tilted into his throat, gasping for air. He’s shivering and twitching with the aftershocks—maybe in part because Finn’s hand occasionally passes over a distended nipple.

With his shirt pulled up high, his tits are magnificent. Gideon wonders if his mate would consider permanent tiny hoops.

At any rate, they’ll definitely need to add nipple play to Nix’s list.

There’s a deep rumble coming from somewhere. Not a growl exactly—not menacing or intimidating—but…comforting? Happy?

It hits him after a second— it’s Nix.

Going to his knees, he crowds back in between Nix’s and Finn’s thighs. Placing his ear to Nix’s chest, despite the way it’s interrupting Finn’s petting flow, he hears it: a deep, contented purring.

Gideon is shocked to feel tears in his eyes for the third time this week. His omega is so content and safe and satisfied he is purring, and while it’s not going on his kink list, it is going on his list as one of his favorite things. Ever.

The dog barks, and Finn jerks so hard he almost dumps their sleepy omega on his ass.

Gideon manages to sit back on his heels in time to catch Luca as he throws himself onto his lap with such force that they are propelled backward.

He notes that Luca is still in his pants, so it must be a fucking emergency.

“We are fucking free , sugar.” He kisses Gideon’s mouth, all teeth and tongue. “We are done with Ripley Records. Ro, you missed the whole thing!”

Luca’s mocha scent is lush and sweet with joy.

He freezes in the process of kissing him again, then reaches down and presses his nose right into Gideon’s mouth.

Gideon has had a lot of Luca in his mouth. A lot. But never once has he enjoyed the experience of Luca practically sniffing his breath like a mom checking her kid for beer at a sleepover.

“You smell like Nix-come,” he accuses, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Gideon watches as Luca’s face moves from overloaded Ripley Records excitement to missing out on a half-pack orgy outside in the yard. His eyes catch on a dozing Rowan before focusing on a sated Nix—all in under ten seconds.

“You guys fucked out here without us? Without me ?” In the blink of an eye, he’s on his feet and climbing onto Nix’s lap. Their omega stops purring so he can grab Luca’s hips to help him while Finn groans.

“Baby. You came? How many times? Was it good? Tell me everything.”

Nix would tell him—if Luca let him get a word in.

“Mmhmm. Learned about kinks.” Voice deep and smooth, Gideon isn’t alone when he shivers, and Finn even moans .

“Kinks? You had ‘T he Talk’ without me? Gideon, how could you?”

He sounds mad, but it’s hard for Gideon to care when Luca has his tongue in Nix’s mouth.

“I wanted—” Kiss. “To show you.” Lick.

“Luca, the talk is supposed to be a talk , not a show .”

Ironic, he knows.

“I can show and tell just fine, thank you. What did you learn, baby?” Luca runs his hands through Finn’s hair and kisses him, too. “I like this configuration. Kisses from Baby and Finnie.”

“You have to let him talk, Luc. How can he tell you with your tongue in his mouth?” Rowan is petting the dog, and she’s rolled over on her back for belly rubs, tongue hanging out the side. She might even be cute. Maybe. One day—but not soon.

“Come on, Luc. Are Boo-Boo and Jay inside?” He helps Luca slide off Nix, so Finn can help Nix to his feet. “Feeling okay, kitten?”

His arms are full of sweet, vanilla-scented omega.

He holds him close, letting the sheer joy of loving him move through him in waves. Those tears are pricking behind his eyes again. Alright, alright, I get it. Thank you for him. For them all. Even the damn dog.

Tsuki barks and jumps on the bench, intent on licking the startled Finn’s face until he laughs and his hair is sticking straight up with dog slobber. Their dapper mate looks debauched, and Gideon can’t help but laugh.

In seconds, Finn scowls, but his eyes are dancing with glee.

He starts a low growl, and Nix and Luca squeal, taking off toward the house, Tsuki barking and nipping their heels. Finn starts after them at a slower pace, growling and roaring.

Gideon is just fast enough to stop Rowan from giving chase this time. “No, Rowan.” His mate thrashes a bit. “Not a real chase, this time. Just breathe.”

“Wanna go.”

“I know, but it’s Finn’s turn, yeah? We can wait here, and when you’re ready, you can help me bring this shit inside. Slowly. Let’s count together, now.” Rowan responds beautifully. “Start. ”

They get to two hundred when Rowan finally relaxes.

“I’m good,” he grunts and pulls free.

But Gideon also felt the caress on his wrist before he pulled away.

“That you are,” Gideon praises, and together, they grab the dishes and the dog toys and make their way toward the house.