Chapter 33 #2
Even my kisses were careful. Licking at his mouth, playing with his tongue, but always making sure he was still able to breathe freely.
Finn, however, didn’t have the same reservations. He was grabbing me, tugging at my clothes, trying to rip them off me. His hips punched up, his cock pressing against mine, lewd moans spilling over his lips.
“Don’t coddle me,” he demanded, fingers twisting my nipple, sending painful sparks of arousal through my body, right to my dick. “Not here. Not now.”
How could I not?
He was my mate. I’d always consider his needs, always prioritize his well-being, even if he himself didn’t.
Still, I could give him a little more.
A hand around his cock. My mouth on his nipple, my teeth grazing the tight bud until he was writhing beneath me, all but begging me to finally do something.
I wanted to take my time. Wanted to draw this out, to never ever let this moment pass by, but my cock was throbbing, my fangs aching, need building.
I needed to be inside him, needed to have him wrapped around my cock, needed our bodies to fuse until we didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
Lube made its way into my hand. I didn’t know where it came from, but I didn’t care. Just like I didn’t care about Finn’s jeans, as I used a claw to slice through the denim. I’d buy him a new pair. I’d fucking buy him a whole store if he wanted me to.
“Why is that so hot?” Finn moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as his hips thrust up in the air, cock straining against the tight confines of his briefs. “You destroying my clothes shouldn’t be so hot.”
“Shouldn’t it?” I asked innocently as I hooked my clawed forefinger into the rim of his briefs, pulling the fabric off his skin, raising an eyebrow at Finn. I could cut his underwear off him, too.
Fuck, I wanted to cut it off him. Wanted to rip it apart, shred it all to pieces, so I could finally see all of him.
No pesky clothes hiding what was mine.
“Do it,” Finn demanded.
And what he wanted, he got.
His cock sprang free, and a growl escaped my throat.
The tip of his cock glistened in the light, beads of precum running down his shaft.
I wanted to lick it off.
Taste him—in all the ways he’d let me.
“Eric,” Finn moaned, spreading his legs for me in clear invitation. “Fuck me.”
Every plan I had about taking it slow went out of the window. Fast.
One moment, I was admiring his naked form, his creamy soft skin, the light dusting of hair on his chest, a group of freckles just beneath his belly button, the next I was two fingers deep inside his hole, swallowing his moans with my mouth.
“More,” Finn gasped against my lips, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “Fuck me. I’m ready.”
My cock jumped, need tinting my vision.
His blood pumped through his veins, fast and strong; the scent of his arousal surrounding us like a cloud, driving my need higher and higher.
I pulled my fingers out and lined my cock up with his hole, watching him for signs of struggle as I pushed in.
Finn grabbed at the bedsheets under him, his fingers curling in the soft material, head thrown back, his throat bared for me, pulse fluttering.
Bite, a voice inside me said, my need to mate him crashing into me with a vengeance. He was basically offering himself up to me, and it’d be oh so easy to give in. To bind us together.
And I would.
Soon.
But not today.
Not in this dingy apartment, and not when I didn’t have the time to properly take him apart piece by piece for hours and hours on end until he was fucking begging me to claim him as mine. Until he was begging me to make him mine forever. To bind us.
I leaned in and kissed the spot where my mark would go. Where I’d sink my fangs into him.
Finn arched his back, his eyes slamming shut.
“Do it,” he whispered, baring his neck to me. “Bite me.”
I was so fucking close already, and for a moment, my need surpassed everything.
But at the last second, I moved my head just enough to miss the spot I desperately wanted to sink my fangs into and bit his throat.
Finn’s shout of ecstasy filled the whole apartment, his scent becoming even more potent as he spilled his cum between us while his blood filled my mouth.
My orgasm crashed into me, completely overloading my system as my body spasmed.
“Finn,” I whispered against his neck, licking over the wound to close it. “I fucking love you.”
He laughed weakly, the sound breathless and hoarse. “You mean… you love… fucking me.”
“That too.” I chuckled. “But I meant it. I love you. And I can’t wait for you to move in with me. Having you close all the time, your scent filling my room… it’s gonna be amazing.”
Finn sighed happily, his head dropping onto the pillow. He tugged at my arm until I followed, carefully pulled out of him, and lay down on the bed next to him so he could rest his head on my chest.
“I just want to have more time with you,” Finn whispered.
“I liked that last week. I mean, I was sleeping a lot and the headaches fucking sucked—they still do—but it was nice having you around more. Getting to know you. The real you. I feel like… you were always so careful before. You know? Always weighing your every word, making sure not to give anything away.”
I nodded. “I’m trying to be open.”
Because he deserved it. And because I never wanted to feel the way I did when I thought I’d lost him.
“Same.”
Finn grinned at me.
“And since we’re being completely honest, I really don’t want to pack right now. Can we, like, come back tomorrow? I’m fucking wiped. Just hand me sleep pants and a hoodie, and I’m good to go. Your bed is way more comfortable than mine.”
I barked out a laugh, his bold statement catching me off guard for a moment, but then again, I should’ve expected it. It was typical Finn, after all.
“We can pack later,” I reassured him. Relief lit up his features, and I shook my head. My mate was fucking wiped. “I’ll get you some clothes and call Bennie. He’ll come get us for sure.”
Finn nodded. “Good idea.”
It was. And once we were back at my home—our home now—I’d tuck him into bed. Where he belonged.
“Wait… do I have to shower first? Will Bennie be able to smell the sex on us? Oh, fuck… will he be able to scent that you came inside me? That won’t go away by showering, will it? Holy shit, if he can smell that, I won’t be able to face Bennie ever again.”
I chuckled, pulling Finn in for a kiss.
“Never change. Please. Never ever change.”