5. Finn
Chapter 5
Finn
HALLOWEEN NIGHT
I f Finn could bottle the scent of Jaime, flushed and panting and so aroused, he would.
He’d enjoyed the chase even more than he thought he would—the primal part of his brain itching to catch Jaime, to claim him and make him his own. His wolf was eager to show the rest of the forest that he was the only one who could.
Finn wanted to howl for all to hear that this beautiful, ethereal man would submit to him, and only him.
And Jaime was ethereal. It was the only word to describe the way he moved, his bright red cloak dancing as he ran. Finn had always wondered if Jaime was a descendent of one of the fae that died out long ago, and tonight he was even more certain of it. Jaime wove gracefully through the trees, settling into this instinctual dance of theirs and darting away when Finn had nearly snatched the hem of his cloak.
Jaime was enchanting him with each movement, taunting him to chase and catch and claim , and if Finn hadn’t already loved him more deeply than he had words to articulate, he would have fallen all over again tonight.
The relief of finally relaxing the reins after months of struggling with his surging lupine instincts was intoxicating, soothing his aching bones. And the spark in Jaime’s eyes, bright even through the gloom as Finn stalked him through the trees, told him that he was enjoying this as well.
So, Finn had thought to drag their game out a little longer—had planned to taunt Jaime into fleeing again, his wolf intent on catching him on the run. But then Jaime was startled by the howling of the very normal, permanently four-legged wolf Finn had chased off before they began, and the scent of real fear hit his nose.
This game was theirs—only theirs. Nothing else could, or would, touch Jaime tonight.
It was time for Finn to show him that.
He succumbed to his baser instincts, the need to taste, to bury inside Jaime and fuck his knot into him hard and deep until he howled his release to the blood orange moon overwhelmed him.
Our mate.
Catch him.
Knot him.
Breed him.
Make him ours.
Ours.
Ours.
Jaime didn’t see the tackle coming. Finn waited for him to step away from the tree, the quiet around them luring him into a false sense of ease—as if escape was actually possible. But Jaime hadn’t taken three full strides before Finn was there, his oversized arms wrapping around him as he brought them both tumbling to the ground.
He twisted, taking the brunt of the fall and cradling Jaime’s head so he landed on top of Finn with an oof , arms and legs splayed out in a graceful tangle. For a second they both just lay there, panting, their chests heaving against each other.
“Caught you, fae boy ,” Finn said, displaying all of his teeth in a feral grin.
There was a wild gleam in Jaime’s eyes, and Finn knew he’d won back his attention. “It’s not going to be that easy, wolf boy .” Quicker than Finn thought possible, Jaime scrambled up, and was almost away again before Finn reacted, fisting the red cloak and rolling so that Jaime was pinned underneath him.
Finn caught his arms above his head, secure now in his clawed grip, and Jaime shuddered when he pinned his hips to the ground with his weight. Finn was practically salivating at the sight of Jaime sprawled beneath him, eyes bright and chest heaving, his shirt splayed open to show the pink flush on his freckle-dusted skin. All of that contrasted against the red cloak pooled around him in a way that Finn wished he could frame.
Taste him.
Take him.
Ours.
Ours.
Finn leaned down and licked a long, wet stripe up Jaime’s chest, his sweat and sugary-citrus scent lighting Finn up like the aurora borealis dancing across the sky above them. Words spilled from the dark, primal place he’d kept such a tight lid on lately, mate-drunk and sloppy, surprising them both with their honest intensity.
“You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted,” Finn groaned, pressing his teeth into Jaime’s neck and nipping there. “Sometimes it’s all I can do to keep myself from rolling around in your dirty laundry like a feral dog. I want to lay you down in our unwashed sheets, toss you in our sweat and cum and fuck my scent deep into you, so that you smell like mine, inside and out.”
Finn pushed his face into Jaime’s underarm, inhaling deeply. Jaime whined, tipping his head back to expose his throat and wrapped his legs around Finn’s bare ass, the cold slide of the leather between them igniting his senses.
He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses up and over Jaime’s throat, and slurred through his canines, “You taste like candy, and watercolors, and a meadow after it rains. Like everything all at once, and my favorite meal. It’s never enough. Never enough. I want to bury inside of you, keep you all to myself…” he trailed off before licking up Jaime’s neck.
“And you taste like my cum from last night. It’s still on you, Jaime. I can smell it.” Finn’s words weren’t his own anymore, his voice the low growl of the wolf. “And I’ll paint you with it every goddamn night if that’s what it takes, so that everything that walks in this forest can smell it too—can smell that you’re mine. Only mine. They need to know .”
The wolf bit into their mating mark, hard, just like the first time Finn had forged the bond that hummed so hot and tender between them. Jaime gasped, cupping the back of Finn’s head to hold him close and panted, “Show them, then. Show me. ”
Finn’s moan was half sob, half snarl. He crawled his way up Jaime’s torso and sat so his thighs straddled Jaime’s upper arms, locking them against his sides and caging him in with his bulk. Finn’s raging erection bobbed in front of Jaime’s face, throbbing with each hot breath he puffed out.
The wind came up around them, whipping through the trees as clouds blew over the bright orange moon, blocking out the little light it provided and leaving them in only the faint glow of the flashlight.
“I’ll show you,” Finn rasped. “You don’t need to see, I’ll do that for you. Just open wide, baby.”
A small sound punched out of Jaime at Finn’s instructions, and he leaned into the claws Finn carded through his hair and relaxed his jaw. Finn hunched over him and fisted his cock, giving it a few rough pumps and spreading his knees wide so the angle would be just right.
“I want you,” Jaime whispered in the quiet, his eyes falling shut, lashes casting long shadows against his freckled cheeks.
Flames licked up Finn’s chest at Jaime’s complete and utter surrender. “Good mate,” he groaned, and pressed the fat, reddened tip of his cock against Jaime’s lips. He teased it back and forth, shuddering from the wet glide of his precum against Jaime’s plush mouth, spreading it like gloss before he cradled Jaime’s jaw and thumbed open his lips, guiding his cock inside in one slow plunge.
Jaime gagged, eyes flying open wide and welling up as he tried to swallow around Finn’s thick head, but he didn’t pull away. No, he just tipped his head back more and relaxed his throat. The pleasure of Jaime’s hot, slick mouth rippling around him burned, so intense that Finn cried out, and he had to rest there for a moment, his cock a heavy weight on Jaime’s tongue, or else he’d come too soon.
They hadn’t explored this exact position before, with Finn on top, locking Jaime beneath him. It was something he’d wanted to try for some time—his wolf often pleaded for him to take the boy’s mouth this way—and Finn was sure Jaime would have been on board, but he was worried he’d forget himself and be too rough. He’d been reluctant to create such a strong power dynamic when Jaime couldn’t get free.
But that was exactly what tonight was for, right? Leaning into Finn’s predatory drive and Jaime’s desire to tease that out of him?
Shifting his knees even wider for leverage, Finn fisted Jaime’s hair and began slowly fucking his cock down his throat. His eyes rolled from the warm contracting heat, head tipping back as he settled into a rhythm that made his wolf keen.
Jaime was squirming underneath him, clawing at the back of Finn’s thighs with every downward thrust. “Color?” Finn panted, pulling out just long enough for him to answer.
Jaime coughed, gulping down great, heaving breaths. “Green, s’green,” he slurred, before sticking his tongue out and opening wide, eyes meeting Finn’s in challenge.
“ Fuck , baby,” Finn moaned, the pleasure almost painful as he fed his cock back inside. “You’re such a good b-boy, taking me so well. Only mine, yeah? Only my cock?” Jaime nodded around Finn’s girth and sucked, hard, tears tracking down the sides of his face as he choked and swallowed.
Finn lost himself to Jaime’s mouth and the wet, lurid sounds he made. Gradually picking up the pace, he braced one hand in front of him and cradled the back of Jaime’s head with the other for leverage. Pumping his cock down Jaime’s throat, his lip curled in agonized pleasure and utter inhibition, Finn watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Jaime’s throat bulged when he bottomed out.
Over, and over, and over.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight, certain it would be burned on the back of his eyelids for the rest of time.
He wasn’t sure how long he spent face-fucking his mate into the dirt, grunting like a wild beast as the wind howled around them and Jaime keened, the symphony of their rutting pushing him closer to the edge. Finn would pull out just long enough for Jaime to gasp for breath before plunging back inside, taking every bit of pleasure he was willing to give.
Finn only halted, breathing like a freight train with his heavy cock as far down Jaime’s throat as it could go, when he felt the tell-tale tingling of his knot beginning to swell at the base.
Breed him.
Knot him and breed him, make him ours.
As pleasurable as it was to release in Jaime’s mouth, tonight Finn and his wolf needed to be deep in his ass when he knotted. So he withdrew in a long, slow pull, hissing when Jaime’s teeth caught, jaw weary from the rough face-fucking.
Flushed and covered in sweat, precum, and spit, Jaime looked completely fucked-out and messy beneath Finn, mouth hanging open in a daze as he caught his breath and wriggled a hand free to wipe at his face.
He’d never been more beautiful.
Finn shuffled and crouched down, taking his cheeks between his clawed hands and smashing their lips together. The kiss was uncoordinated and sloppy, and Jaime more or less held his mouth open for Finn to take what he wanted—but it was perfect. He could taste them both, and it drove him even higher knowing he’d imprinted himself there.
Jaime freed his other arm and wrapped them around Finn, clawing at his back while he groaned into the kiss. Finn chased after Jaime’s lips when he broke away to catch his breath, but he lifted up just enough to give the boy room to breathe.
Finn’s wolf whined about the distance and demanded that he nuzzle his face back into Jaime’s hair. “You smell more like me now, like us,” he rasped, inhaling their intermingled scent. “But it needs to be deeper,” he continued, nodding to himself and lapping at the fresh mating mark. “It’s not enough. More—it needs to be more.”
Jaime’s eyes twinkled, a smile full of mirth on his face as he cupped Finn’s jaw. “Yes, wolfy. You claimed my mouth, but what happened to fucking me into the ground where you caught me, huh?” he asked, shifting beneath Finn. “Frankly, I’m not sensing any urgency from you. Maybe if that other big, strong wolf from the book were here, he’d?—”
Finn’s wolf snarled, gnashing his teeth, and he saw red.
Our mate.
Ours to knot.
Ours to breed.
Make him ours.
“You’re mine, ” Finn said, baring his teeth at Jaime.
His mate bared his teeth right back in a wide, feral grin. A challenge, a taunt.
“ Prove it. ”
Even in his lupine-addled state, he knew it had been a silly empty threat, only meant to rile Finn up even more—to see how far Jaime could tease and push until he snapped.
Finn reached for words, for the parts of himself that weren’t lost to the primal instinct to burrow inside Jaime and keep him hidden from the rest of the world forever. “You want to be fucked into the ground?”
With a growl, he flipped Jaime over onto his belly, rougher than he normally would, and zeroed in on the way his ass looked in those goddamn leather pants.
Delicious.
In the voice that didn’t belong to him, Finn said, “Only I can do that. I’ll show you. I’ll shove my cock so far up inside you, your belly will bulge from it. You’ll taste my cum when I spill deep in your guts. I’ll breed you full, mate. My scent will be in you forever. You’ll never be rid of me. I’ll make you scream my name so the whole forest knows how well I fuck you, and that you’re all mine.”
Hiking Jaime’s hips up in the air, Finn purred, “I’ve been waiting for a closer look at your ass in these fucking pants all night.” He tore at the shirt Jaime still wore, pushing it up and out of the way as he mouthed at the exposed freckles along his back. Finn trailed his teeth down the meat of Jaime’s ass, and bit into the soft flesh of his left cheek, hard.
A small, punched-out moan escaped Jaime, and Finn’s wolf purred at seeing the indent his fangs left in the leather. He liked it so much, he bit the other cheek, too.
“Finn!” Jaime wailed, wriggling in his hold and trying to scramble away as he rubbed his thumbs over the matching bite marks, but Finn held tight.
Would they bruise? His wolf preened at the thought.
Take him, now.
Now.
Now.
Now.
“Color?” Finn asked, needing one last check-in.
Jaime turned his head so they could see each other, and reached a hand back to squeeze Finn’s wrist. “Green. So, so green. I need you to fuck me right now. I need you to let go, Finn. Let the wolf out. I want you, and him. Both of you. All of you. He’s mine, and I’m his, and I need you to let go .”
Jaime’s words cracked Finn wide open, and he felt like all of his heavy, damaged parts were spilling out and floating away into the night air. They didn’t belong inside of him anymore. Not when he was with Jaime.
Free. I’m free.
Give me my mate. He wants me.
I want him.
Let’s take him. Together.
Together.
Together. Yes, they would take Jaime, together.