Chapter 15 #2
He looked at me through hooded eyes as I opened his coat and started undressing him, desire pouring off him in waves. But he couldn’t hide the trembling, and the way his lips were slowly turning blue.
“Arms up,” I said gently, grabbing the hem of his hoodie, getting ready to pull it over his head.
“I’m not a child,” Finn said with a laugh, but complied nonetheless.
I whistled, my eyes roaming over his torso, taking everything in, from his slim form to the way a light dusting of hair trailed down from his belly button, drawing my eyes to the bulge in his jeans.
My cock throbbed upon seeing the extent of his desire firsthand, but I ignored it in favor of opening Finn’s jeans. Once I had him under the hot spray of water, all limits were off; however, taking care of him was more important than taking care of his erection right now.
“Up you go,” I said, holding my hand out for him to grab and jump to the floor. He swayed a little, pulling a face as he landed on his feet.
“Damn, I can feel my muscles already. Tomorrow’s gonna be hell. I just know it.”
I gently worked his jeans and underwear down his legs, the wet fabric clinging to his skin.
“That’s okay. I can give you a massage later.”
Not that it would help that much, but it’d make him feel better, and that was good enough for me.
Finn laughed. “I really need you to massage… something else first.” He wiggled his hips, his erection waving in front of my eyes.
I gave his ass a light slap. “Behave.”
I needed to get his feet out of his jeans first.
Finn pouted at me. “But being naughty is so much more fun.”
Jesus. And there I’d been, believing for years that he was an innocent, slightly na?ve guy. I couldn’t have been more wrong—or more delighted about it.
“Be naughty all you want once we’re in the shower.”
His eyes flashed.
“Challenge accepted.”
I laughed as Finn took over, stepping onto his jeans with one foot, pulling the other foot out of the offending piece of clothing, then repeating the motion.
“Done.” He stood there proudly, stark naked, shivering, goosebumps all over his body, but with a mischievous smile and a straining erection.
“Get under the spray,” I ordered.
Finn rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dad,” he said, then shuddered. “Nope. Nope. Forget I said that. Just… hurry up.”
Oh, I did. I so did, because my patience had run out somewhere in the past two minutes.
It was hard pretending to only be able to go at human speed and not to just accidentally rip my jeans off. But I managed—if only just—because I didn’t want to have to answer questions I couldn’t without lying, while not actually being able to lie to him.
Who thought not being able to lie to one’s mate was a good idea?
“Come here,” Finn said, waving me closer from under the spray. He ran his hand down his torso and wrapped it loosely around his cock, giving it a slow stroke that had his eyes closing in pleasure.
I used the moment, crossing the distance in the blink of an eye and crashing into him, pinning him against the wet tiles in the shower, careful not to smash his head against the wall, but with enough force for him to let out a surprise oomph.
My lips were on his, our tongues tangling as I buried my hands in his hair, gripping tight.
Finn moaned, his hips thrusting against me, arms gripping my forearms.
The hot water was steaming up the room fast, the air heavy with moisture, the spray hitting us in the face and on my back, but I didn’t care.
The only thing I cared about was Finn, pinned against the tiles, his eyes still closed as I slowly went down his body to my knees, kissing his neck, his chest, and down his belly.
Originally, I’d wanted to take my time with him, but my control was close to snapping—especially with the way he was humping me.
“Eric,” he moaned as I reached his cock, flicking my tongue against it, tasting a bead of salty precum. I hummed, closing my eyes as the edges of my vision turned red again.
His precum tasted almost as good as his blood—more salty, not metallic at all, but there were those notes that were uniquely him, and I needed more.
Taking his cock to the back of my throat wasn’t a hardship.
Finn let out a surprised shout, the back of his head hitting the tiles as his back arched off the wall, hips thrusting forward, almost choking me on his cock. Good thing I didn’t need to breathe.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked greedily, reveling in the way his cock swelled in my mouth, the way his pulse sped up, his scent mixing with the steam, forming a cloud around us.
He was everywhere; all my senses were being taken over by him.
His blood was pumping, singing to me, his precum dripping onto my tongue, his hands raking through my hair as he panted and moaned.
And the veins in his cock… I swallowed around him again, trying to take my mind off them. I couldn’t bite him there, especially not without permission, but by god, I wanted to.
“Eric,” he moaned again, hips punching forward, thrusting his cock deep into my throat.
I carefully placed my hands on his hips. I wouldn’t hold him back, but I needed something to hold on to.
I wanted to look up at him, wanted to see his expression—no, needed to see it—but my vision was completely red, my fangs aching almost as much as my cock was, so I wasn’t sure how human I actually looked.
Fuck. My fingertips began tingling, the nails growing longer and more clawlike, but Finn was oblivious.
His breaths were coming in quick succession, cock thrusting into my mouth over and over again, his rhythm faltering, getting more and more erratic.
I hollowed my cheeks, spurring him on.
Damn, needed to fucking taste him and…
“Eric!” he shouted, his hips punching forward one last time before his cock started pulsing in my mouth, filling me with his salty release.
Finn was doubled over, the water splashing onto his back, as he shuddered through his orgasm.
We stayed like this for a couple of seconds—me swallowing around him, licking him clean as best I could while he was shielding me from the spray of the shower.
“That was…” he finally panted, slowly righting himself.
“Good?” I said with a grin, licking my lips after my vision had turned normal.
Finn let out a weak laugh, leaning heavily against the wall. “Good? It was definitely better than good. Give me a moment to recuperate, then it’s your turn.”
My cock throbbed, lust punching the air from my lungs. In my mind, I could see Finn going down on his knees, returning the favor, but…
“Only if you’re up for it.”
He laughed.
“It’ll be a dark day in hell before I’m not able to reciprocate.”
He smiled at me, chest still heaving, eyes shining. He was beautiful like this. All sated and happy and wet and naked. Truly breathtaking.
I leaned in, locking our lips in a kiss, this one lazier, less frenzied. My hands roamed over Finn’s body, trying to explore every inch of him while he had his arms firmly wrapped around my neck.
After a while, he pulled his head back and gave me a devious smile.
“Your turn,” he whispered, pushing off the tiles and using my momentary surprise to pin me against the wall. “If I do something you don’t like, just say so.”
“There’s nothing you could ever do that I won’t like,” I said. This was him. My mate. He could probably skin me alive, and I’d still be happy to feel his hands on me.
Finn laughed, fingers dancing over my abs. “Sweet talker. But I’m serious.”
I was too. However, I didn’t get the chance to say anything because Finn’s fingers went lower, circling my cock.
I let out a hiss, closing my eyes as he gave my cock a tentative lick, and a myriad of little shocks went through my body. Having him on his knees for me, swallowing my cock was… everything.
The way he sucked my tip into his mouth, his tongue expertly teasing the crown, had me balling my hands into fists to hide the claws I was growing. Oh, I wanted to bury my fingers in his hair, but I was too afraid he’d notice something wasn’t right or that I would actually hurt him.
Maybe one day I’d have my vampire side under control a little better, but right now it was all I could do not to drop my fangs in the middle of the shower. There was no way I’d be able to hide them from him.
Not with the way he was looking up at me, eyes wide as he hollowed his cheeks, somehow managing to smirk as he took more and more of me into his throat, mouth stretching wider until his nose hit my pelvis.
Fuuuck.
I let my head fall back, looking up at the ceiling that used to be white but was now bright red to me.
I could hear Finn working to keep his breathing under control, could hear his blood rushing through his veins, heart pumping.
Could scent him. His blood, his sweat, his arousal.
Could feel him, his hands cupping my balls, his tongue teasing me as he bobbed his head up and down.
He was taking over all my senses. Hell, I could still taste his release on my tongue.
My pleasure skyrocketed, pressure building low in my gut, and when Finn hollowed his cheeks once more and pulled me in completely, I flew over the edge, letting out a sound that was definitely not human. A mix of a shout and a hiss, balling my fists so tight I was breaching my skin.
“Fuuck,” I said, taking a few calming breaths and staring at my mate, who was still kneeling at my feet, licking his lips as if I’d just given him the tastiest treat of all.
“We can do that later,” Finn said, voice a little scratchy. “Maybe tomorrow.”
I let out a weak laugh.
Yeah, given how tired he was suddenly looking, I’d take him to bed, but there wouldn’t be any fucking happening. Tucking, maybe. As in tucking him in. Fucking? Nope.
“Get up here,” I mumbled, holding out my hand for him to grab. I pulled him to his feet with enough force for him to stumble against me, and I hastily wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against my chest.
His heart rate was slowly returning to a normal rhythm, and the blue tint was gone from his lips. Instead, they looked wrecked. Shiny with spit, red, and swollen. I grinned at him in satisfaction and couldn’t help but press another soft kiss to his lips.
“Where do you keep your towels?” I asked.
Finn laughed. “Shouldn’t you have asked that before getting into the shower with me?”
I shrugged. “I had other things on my mind. Soo…”
“In the cabinet under the sink.” He nodded toward the sink I’d sat him on a while ago.
“Okay… you wash your hair real quick, and I’ll get a towel for you.”
Finn gave me a happy but tired smile and nodded. The fact that he was complying without arguing about anything was a definite hint that he was more tired than he was letting on, but that was okay. I’d take care of him.
Ten minutes later, I had him bundled up in his bed, his laptop playing another one of those ridiculous rom-coms he seemed to have a love-hate relationship with. However, his comments came less frequently today, and there was almost no gesturing.
“I’m afraid I’m not the best company,” he mumbled, a yawn escaping him as he snuggled tighter against my chest.
“I wouldn’t say that,” I said, pulling him tighter against me. “I’m happy to be your pillow.” Because, really, having him in my arms was the greatest gift of all.
And when he fell asleep on top of me ten minutes later? I saw it as a sign of trust. He was able to relax enough to fall asleep in my arms, as if he knew I’d keep him safe from the world outside, no matter the cost.