Chapter 6

Nix kept his mouth covered with both hands to muffle his cries as West fucked him for the third or fourth time that night.

West had honestly lost count.

They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, a mess of come painted across Nix’s stomach from all the times he’d orgasmed all over himself, and tears streamed down the guy’s face, seemingly never-ending.

“It’s too much!” Nix said from behind his clasped hands, but he didn’t try to get away. Instead, his ankles latched behind West, and his heels dug into his lower back to spur him on.

He was starting to see why Lake had become so obsessed with Phoenix Monroe in such a short time. If he weren’t careful, West wouldn’t be surprised if he got used to this either. To the tight feel of Nix’s body gripping him, the soft mewls of pleasure mixed with his sobs as West pushed him past overstimulation into that place that was more bliss-filled torture than anything else.

“No one’s ever taken me this good before, Nixie,” West found himself confessing, grabbing Nix beneath the knees so he could force his legs up higher, drive himself in even deeper. “I’ve broken a few trying to get them to, in fact.”

His watery eyes widened. “People?!”

“Yeah.” West nodded and thrust in hard enough his balls slapped against the underside of Nix’s round ass. “Tore through a couple holes, broken a few bones here and there. You’re super flexible, babe. Anyone ever compliment you about that before?”

Nix shook his head wildly against the pillow, but then seemed to forget all about his momentary spark of fear when West stroked his cockhead against his prostate.

It was so easy to break his concentration.

So fun .

When West needed a distraction from his problems, he went to the gym and threw some punches. He’d work himself into exhaustion, until his mind was no longer able to process complex information, and whatever had bugged him before could no longer cling to him. Seemed like Nix was the same, even if he needed a different type of workout to get him there.

“I’m not great with words,” West said. “But I know how to fuck.”

“I have,” he sucked in a sharp breath, “…no idea what you’re trying to say right now.”

“Perfect.”

“West.”

“Ready to come again?” He clicked his tongue before bending to suck at one Nix’s already abused nipples. Sure enough, the man hissed beneath him at the contact, and West chuckled. “You taste salty, babe.”

“That’s,” Nix sucked in a sharp breath, “disgusting.”

“Why? It’s just you.” He made a big show of flattening his tongue and licking across his chest. “I could honestly eat you for days.”

“No.” He tried to be firm, but the word came out broken and weak as Nix’s body trembled.

Why was he so fucking cute?

“They’ll be back soon,” Nix tried to deter him. “You promised we wouldn’t tell.”

West pounded in deep and nipped at his collarbone. “That’s true.”

The thing Nixie didn’t seem to believe was that West truly did want to punish Lake just as much as he did. Due to shock, there was a very good chance Nix had yet to fully comprehend what the claiming mark truly meant for him and his future. For all of their futures.

Although…the irritation West had initially felt when he’d first seen the mark had admittedly abated.

This forever?

“We may have a problem, Nixie,” West confessed, practically breathing the words against the curve of his ear before he nibbled at his ear lobe. His teeth were so close to the unmarked spot on Nix’s tender neck…He could do it. He could place his canines right there and puncture skin. Get a real taste of the hot man writhing underneath him.

But then Nix said his name again, almost imploringly, and he ended up sighing and pulling away.

West may be a Demon, but he was developing a soft spot for Phoenix, and there was little doubt in his mind that he would completely and totally break him if he submitted him to yet another bite this soon.

Hell, poor guy had to be traumatized already with the way Lake had mistreated him.

“Come for me, babe,” West ordered. “Cream for me.”

Nix’s nose scrunched up. “That’s—”

West delivered short but deep thrusts in rapid succession, effectively cutting off Nix’s sentence before he could call him disgusting yet again. He watched closely as the other man's eyes rolled back, knowing that was a sign he was close to blowing another load.

Sure enough, a second later, Nix cried out, screaming West’s name as he came around him, his muscles clenching tightly on West’s cock as he continued to pump in and out of him.

Nix's hands moved, wrapping around West’s neck, and his nails dug into the rise of his shoulders.

The orgasm hit him, his balls tightening then releasing as he emptied into Nix’s warm heat. He filled him up, keeping him plugged as the two of them shook and gasped through it, turned on by the knowledge that Nix could feel him everywhere.

When it was finally over, West peeled himself off of Nix, frowning when he noticed he’d passed out at some point. It was tempting to wake him, but he decided to give him some rest instead. He really hadn’t intended to take things this far, let alone fuck him more than once. Even though he’d tried to go easy on him because of the wound on his neck, West had only managed to hold back so much.

Easing off of him, West took the opportunity to take Nix in, eyes roaming from head to toe. There weren’t nearly as many love bites as he would have liked, but there was always next time. His gaze lingered on the spot between Nix’s legs, at his spent dick which was still red at the tip, and the wet spots smeared all over his lower abs and inner thighs.

If he flipped him over, he’d find Nix’s hole puffy and blown from having roughly taken his cock four times in a row…West shook his head and got up, heading for the bathroom.

Breaking their fourth wasn’t in the cards.

He paused with his hand reaching for the sink, his own thoughts momentarily catching him off guard.

It wasn’t a lie that Nix would technically be named their fourth, but…He’d yet to acknowledge that in his brain. Before, it’d held a different meaning. Now that Lake had claimed him, things were far more complex.

West had never wanted a fourth. None of them had. They’d agreed to allow the title to be given simply so they could pass the Order’s stupid test. The plan was never to keep whoever that unfortunate soul ended up being around them permanently. As an underlying, maybe, fellow club member, sure. But as anything more than that? As a true fourth?

No way.

Now…

“Should I punch Lake,” West grumbled to himself as he flicked the water on and tested the temperature, “or high-five him?”

Anyone outside of them might fear Lake wouldn’t share now that there’d been an official claim, but West, despite how much he liked to complain about his best friend, knew better. He trusted Lake, trusted their bond. On some level, he also understood his pettiness and childish reactions were due to his issues with his father, and less so with Lake himself.

If only West could remember that in the moment, when his temper flared and the insecurities sprouted their ugly thorns, hooking into his chest. He felt almost like a puppet then, like a slave to his base nature. Half the time he acted out, he hated himself after.

He didn’t want to hurt Lake. Didn’t want to fight with him.

And yet…

“Asshole makes it so damn hard by doing shit like this.” He’d returned to the bedroom and glared at the bandage on Nix’s neck with a huff.

Nixie was still dozing when he settled down on the edge of the bed, but he shifted and twitched the second West brought the warm washcloth to his tender skin.

“What are you doing?” Nix groaned and tried to roll away, but West clicked his tongue and pushed him lightly back into place on the center of the bed.

“Cleaning you off,” he replied, wiping the washcloth down the inside of Nix’s thighs. “As hot as you are like this, you can’t shower on your own for the next couple of days thanks to Lake.” West would leave him wearing their come all night if he had his way, but knowing Nixie, the first thing he’d do after waking would be clean off anyway.

West took care of the dried spunk on his stomach and chest, then lifted Nix’s ass to slide the cloth beneath him. He shushed him when the other man grumbled the second he corkscrewed a finger into his entrance. “Have to clean you out, babe. Give me a minute.”

Nix’s dick twitched and he started to grow hard the more West fingered him, and while it was tempting to go another round, it was obvious by the way his eyes remained shut he was exhausted and spent.

“I’m not the type to go easy on people,” he mumbled, speaking too low to be overheard. Once he was sure the job was done, he moved to check the bloodied bandage at the side of Nix’s neck. “Yejun did a shit job.”

Didn’t help that he’d been so rough he’d reopened the wound in a couple of places, but since Nix wasn’t complaining…West sighed and stood, tossing the soiled cloth into the hamper on his way to the bathroom, where he grabbed a clean bandage and some ointment. He paused when he came back to find Nix hadn’t moved a single inch in his brief absence.

He was so pretty. Soft looking, but still firm in all the right places. There was no fear that West would accidentally break him, and the thrill of knowing that, of knowing he could be as rough as he pleased and still get them both off, had his balls tightening.

“Nope.” He shook his head at himself and dropped down onto the bed. The bloodied bandage came off easily and he was in the process of applying ointment when Nix moaned and turned his head, eyes blinking up at him.

“What’s going on?” his voice was low and thready.

“Go back to sleep,” West said.

“Okay, I—” He tried to sit up, frowning when West pinned him down by the shoulder.

“Sleep here,” he reiterated. “Lake is currently avoiding you out of guilt, but that never lasts long. By tomorrow, he’ll be back to his abrasive, controlling self, so you may as well enjoy the space from him while you can.”

“But…” Nix’s eyes focused a little more. “This is your room.”

“Yeah, and I’m telling you to stay in it.” He peeled open the fresh bandage. “What, did you think I’d fuck you and kick you out after?”

“…Kind of.”

He chuckled. “I’m tired. You’re tired. Let’s just sleep.”

West dropped down at his side and pulled him flush against his chest, tugging the blanket over them shortly after.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling,” West said. “You’re lying in the center of the mattress, Nixie. What else do you expect me to do?”

“Oh, I can move.”

He tightened his arms, tucking one beneath Nix’s head and the other around his waist to keep him close. “Nah. This is fine.”

“West.”

“We’re sleeping now, Nixie, remember?”

Nix was quiet.

For all of five seconds.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

He grunted, breath fanning against the top of Nix’s head, sending tendrils of his soft hair tickling West’s chin. “Would you believe me if I said it was because you milked my cock so good just now?”

Nix considered it and then stated, “No.”

“Let’s call it friendly competition then, shall we? I can’t have you liking Yejun more than me.”

“ You don’t even like me ,” he countered.

West shrugged. “Who knows what tomorrow brings. Emotions are constantly evolving. Maybe I’ll wake up and be just as obsessed with you as Lake.”

Nix shuddered. “No, thanks anyway.”

“Doesn’t work that way, babe.” He nuzzled his hair and then sighed, oddly content. Actually, now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t recall the last time he was this relaxed. “Sleep. Whatever happens come morning is going to happen whether or not you spend the rest of the night worrying about it. Might as well get comfortable.”

He could tell Nix wanted to argue further, but after a deep breath, he must have seen reason. It was a long while before he relaxed in West’s arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat slowing into a gentle thump beneath West’s splayed palm.

The music had ended at some point, and now there was just them and the light rain pattering against the windows in the shadowy room.

Yeah. He could get used to this.

Very, very used to this.