6. Jaime
Chapter 6
Jaime
HALLOWEEN NIGHT
J aime had never been more aware that he was mated to someone who was both a man and a wolf than he was in that moment, staring into Finn’s near-black eyes, completely eclipsed by pupils blown wide with lust and feral possession.
Finn always made him feel seen, but this was another level of knowing , and it sent a hot pulse of pleasure up his spine.
Finn had kept such a tight hold on his instincts lately, and Jaime could sense how wound up he was. The wolf needed a chance to stretch his legs, to burn through the wildness that had built up inside, and Jaime would happily shoulder whatever he could to help.
He knew Finn had never truly let go this way, had never explored his wolfy instincts intimately with another person before they met, and those instincts had only grown stronger since they came together last spring. So to be a safe place for Finn to let go, to be the one he could fully be himself with, was the greatest honor of Jaime’s life.
It was also really, really fucking hot.
Finn snarled and tore the cloak from Jaime’s shoulders, ripping his shirt off with it and tossing them away. He reached around to the front of the stupid pants Jaime still had on and with the flick of a claw, Finn snapped the lacings, yanking open the front panel. With his teeth, he pulled them down just past his ass—low enough that Jaime felt his hot exhales where his balls hung heavy and full, but he couldn’t push his legs any wider, and he squirmed at the restriction.
It wasn’t the same as being tied up. For one, he was very conscious and aware that it was Finn’s hands holding him, and no one else’s. And the knowledge that he’d been caught by Finn, unable to move because his mate made it so, was heady. Finn’s feral possession and need was an elixir, rushing through Jaime’s veins and rewiring his brain.
He’d never be fully rid of Jackson Bishop’s memory, the nightmares that plagued him, or the work he’d continue to do to heal his mind. But if anyone in this world could walk alongside Jaime through that trauma, it was Finn, with his strong arms and endless love.
And just as Jaime had known to release Finn from holding back his wolf, Finn gave Jaime exactly what he needed out of their game, too. He pressed words into the bite marks he’d made on Jaime’s ass, reverent and sure. “You think you can get away from me? You think you can run?”
Finn snarled, and nipped at the bruises until Jaime whined and shuddered in his grip. “You can’t. I’ll always come for you. I’ll always find you, mate . You’re in my blood, in my bones. You’re engraved on my soul. There’s not a corner of the world where I couldn’t reach you.”
Jaime melted beneath Finn with each word, his eyes going soft and hazy and his half-assed attempts to squirm away ceased altogether. This was what he’d needed tonight—the absolute truth that Finn would always find him was the high he chased, and it lit him up like the first hit of a favorite forbidden drug, every time.
Jaime only ran so that Finn would catch him. And now that he was caught, he’d give of himself wholly.
Finn ripped open several packets of lube with his teeth and drizzled them over Jaime’s hole, and he clenched from the cold shock. Clumsy from the way his pants bunched around his thighs, he jerked away, but Finn held tight. “This was inevitable. You were made for me; your mouth was made for sucking my cock. And my knot is the only thing that can fill you the way you want. The way you need. Isn’t that right?”
Finn shifted his big body back over Jaime’s, angling his ass up so their hips aligned. Snugging the blunt head of his cock up against Jaime’s hole, Finn leaned over and bit at his side, making Jaime yelp. “Isn’t that right, mate?”
“ Yes ,” Jaime moaned. “Y-yes. It will always be you. You’ll always find me. I’m yours. Yours.”
Finn snarled, his breath hot against Jaime’s nape. “Good boy,” he breathed, and pushed in.
Jaime’s eyes rolled back at the stretch, fingers curling when the first tight ring of muscle nearly shoved Finn’s cock back out as it contracted. Jaime had prepped well, yes, but fuck. Finn usually worked him up to three fingers right before he entered him in his partial shift, because it was necessary, and Jaime almost couldn’t bear the initial stretch, stars dancing across his eyelids.
Finn grunted when Jaime’s insides squeezed around his girth. Jaime huffed and whined when he tried to widen his knees to ease the pressure and couldn’t, caught in his constricting pants. “Finn, please , let me j-just— mmph— adjust. Oh fuck !”
Finn didn’t stop.
Pressing gentle kisses across his shoulder blades in sharp contrast to the unrelenting way he plunged the rest of his cock inside, Finn growled at the slick, tight fit. Jaime’s vision blurred.
Finn groaned when he finally bottomed out. “There you go. I’ll show you how much you can take, mate.” He pulled out, slowly, and pushed in deep again. “ Shh, It’s all yours. Be a good boy, and stay still while I give it to you.”
On a broken moan, Jaime’s feet scrambled in the dirt, trying to find purchase so he had some semblance of control over Finn’s slow, mind–numbingly deep thrusts, but he couldn’t get his legs under him. Not with the way Finn held him down, held him still, and rocked inside.
He could have called out yellow , or even red, if he really wanted Finn to stop, but… he didn’t. Finn’s wolf was in charge, using Jaime like a sleeve, just the way he wanted to be used, and it was perfect.
Finn bit into Jaime’s neck again and he cried out, inhuman sounds spilling from his mouth. He groaned, and begged, and stuttered out pleas as Finn picked up his pace, huffing and grunting above him. Jaime pleaded for him to stop, to keep going, to slow down, or speed up, to stay just like that, oh my God … he wasn’t sure what he wanted.
It didn’t really matter, anyway. Finn‘s wolf was going to use him however he wanted, no matter what he begged for.
Finn’s claws dug into Jaime’s sides when he began thrusting harder, and for once, the filthy words seemed to have been stunned out of him, because he just huffed out broken little sounds through his teeth, moaning as he found a rhythm that made them both shout, the sound swallowed up by the trees and howling wind.
Jaime could feel the base of Finn’s cock beginning to swell already, catching on his rim as he pulled out and surged back in.
He’d feel this tomorrow.
Resting his cheek on the ground, Jaime relaxed into the motion of their rocking, mouth dropping open as Finn’s cock punched into him on every one of his thrusts. He sobbed when the spongy head found his prostate, bumping along his inner walls, the pressure building at the base of his spine from Finn’s thick cock dragging in and out of him. Finn angled his hips so that every one of his thrusts tagged that magic button, and the breathy uh, uh, uh’s spilling out of them both were just audible over the ambient forest sounds around them.
Jaime could come like this if they found the right angle—with his cock untouched and bouncing below him—especially if Finn tugged on his nipples. He’d done it before.
After they’d mated, Finn had been insatiable, and made it his mission to discover every single way he could make Jaime spill all over himself. This one had come as a happy surprise to them both, neither expecting him to come untouched.
Jaime didn’t think Finn had the wherewithal to mind his claws enough for that right now, though.
Still, his orgasm was building quickly as Finn rocked into him, gripping hard enough to bruise. The tips of his claws dug into Jaime’s soft belly and hips, tiny pricks of blood welling up where he held too tight.
“Finn! Finn! Finn !” Jaime’s face twisted from the pleasure-pain of it all, and a broken gasp slipped from his mouth every time Finn shoved his cock further inside.
“I wish I could see—see us,” Jaime said, the words spilling out between thrusts. “I want to paint this. Paint you—you, and m-me.”
Pinned on Finn’s cock, legs held together while he screamed his name, Jaime felt wild. Nothing else mattered except for the heavy pressure of Finn’s cock in his ass, and the grip of his claw-tipped hands holding him down.
Finn gave a broken shout and pulled out, flipping Jaime onto his back and bracing an arm over his head. Leaning down, he ripped the pants off Jaime’s legs, leaving him exposed beneath Finn’s searing gaze.
Good riddance , Jaime thought, as Finn flung them into the brush.
Although, upon reflection, he’d probably remember them fondly.
Pulling Jaime’s leg up and around his hip, Finn leveraged them so that he could use his whole body to drive his cock back inside in one long push. Finn grunted and chuffed in Jaime’s hair when he shuddered and keened at the change in angle, the pleasure nearly too much now from Finn’s weight grinding down against his cock with each hard thrust.
The new position seemed to pull Finn out of his tongue-tied state. “You—you want to remember this?” Finn asked.
Jaime had left behind coherent thought several minutes ago, but after a particularly hard thrust against his prostate he was able to shout, “Yes. Yes, Finn!”
Finn smirked, one of his fangs peeking out. “I’ll make sure you do. You can paint us—us—us from memory. We’ll hang it over our bed,” he grunted.
Jaime wanted to agree, but everything had gone a bit fuzzy.
The world blurred around Finn’s face, and Jaime could probably come from just the look of pure need and possession in his eyes, staring down like he was the only thing left in the world. Jaime wasn’t even sure he was making noise anymore, mouth agape as he tried to breathe through the fullness inside him, and the mind-numbing way Finn plundered his mouth with a wet, sloppy kiss.
“I’m going to make you feel me for days, baby,” Finn huffed. “You’ll feel me all the way up in your belly. You’ll miss—miss— miss me being inside you, and beg for my knot all over again because you’re so empty without me— ah !”
Finn’s knot was too large to pull out now, but he kept thrusting in short, deep strokes that rocked Jaime headlong into euphoria. He wrapped his arms and legs around Finn, fingers curling and digging into his back every time he shoved inside. This position always overwhelmed him in the best way; he loved getting lost beneath his mate’s bulk, feeling held and used, the friction of his cock caught between their bodies just enough to take him over the edge.
“Finn-nn. Close. M’close,” Jaime slurred, unable to think, unable to see in the gloom and haze around Finn, words sloppy from pleasure.
Finn began thrusting harder at Jaime’s declaration, mouthing along his shoulder and neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. “Gonna give you my cum. Gonna breed you. You belong on my cock—my knot. Every day. Every day. Mine. Mine. Mine .”
Jaime keened. So close. So close, I just need a little more…
He tried to rut up against Finn, needing to change the angle just so and he’d be soaring, but Finn snarled when he tried to move, hunching over to wrap his teeth around Jaime’s neck. Not biting, but holding—forcing him down, keeping him still while he fucked into him like a toy, only there for Finn’s use.
Jaime was completely immobile beneath Finn’s weight, and all he could do was hold on and give himself over to the brutal pounding. His orgasm was rushing toward him, ripping its way up his spine in frightening intensity. “ Oh, oh, oh , it’s, I’m—coming. I can’t—can’t stop—Finn ngh !”
Finn howled, releasing his hold on Jaime’s neck when his knot blew wide and locked in, swallowed deep inside. “Oh, fuck !” he cried, gnashing his teeth. “Come. Come, mate!”
Jaime shattered. Shivering as he spilled all over them both, he came so hard he may have blacked out. Someone was yelling, and Jaime’s insides warmed from Finn’s hot release filling him.
Jaime’s ears were ringing, and he didn’t know what day it was, or where they were, or even his own name. He knew his mate’s name, though, because when his hearing whooshed back he realized he was the one shouting “Finn!” over and over.
Coming back into his own body, Jaime felt them both shaking from the intensity of their shared orgasm, arms wrapped tightly around each other and breaths puffing out in steamy white clouds.
Securing Jaime in his tight hold, Finn rolled so that he was laying on his back with Jaime tucked on top, his cock still lodged deep inside. They were both smeared in dirt and bodily fluids, but Finn didn’t seem to care. He palmed Jaime’s nape and rubbed soothing circles across his back, cradling him through the aftershocks and overstimulation when his body continued to contract and jerk around Finn’s knot.
“ Shh, shh , I’ve got you. Hold still, baby. I’ve got you.”
Jaime finally calmed, and he stopped squirming when the squeeze of his insides settled into a low pulse he felt in his groin every now and then. The warmth of Finn wrapped around him and the rumbling purr coming from his chest eased Jaime’s frayed nerves.
Scooting so his back was propped up against a tree, Finn sat up and held him close, legs and arms tangled as Finn tried to block him from the wind as much as possible. It was much colder now than when they’d started, and Jaime distantly wondered if the snow would start to fall on them.
They laid there for a long while, breathing each other in and keeping warm with their shared body heat. But when Finn’s knot finally softened and he made to pull out, a rush of panic struck Jaime, and blindsided by the sudden emotion, he clung on, burying his face in Finn’s neck.
“Wait! Don’t leave yet. Just—can you just stay inside me? For a little while longer? Please?” Jaime’s voice was small, and he was shocked to find tears forming in his eyes. He quickly swiped at them, not wanting Finn to see.
“I’m sorry,” Jaime said, suddenly anxious that Finn would think he’d done something wrong when everything had been so, so right . “I don’t know what’s happening. I’m fine. More than fine. That was amazing, you were amazing. I feel so good, Finn. It was everything I wanted. I just feel so much right now.”
Finn continued to press soothing sweeps of his hand up and down Jaime’s back, and squeezed him tight so that his cock stayed inside, even soft. “ Shh , It’s ok. What you’re feeling is totally normal. I read that it can still be a lot, even after it’s over. It’ll pass. Just let yourself feel things, baby. I’ll be here, I’ll take care of you. We’ll stay just like this for as long as you need, and then we’ll go get clean and warmed up. How does that sound?”
Jaime sniffed, and nodded. “Ok. Finn?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“That was perfect. You were perfect.”
Finn’s chest rumbled. “I’m glad it was everything you wanted. And we can do this again, if you want. But let’s just think about getting you warm for now, yeah?”
Jaime nestled further into Finn’s embrace. “Ok. Thank you.”
A few minutes later, Jaime gave him the go-ahead to pull out, and Finn scooped him into his arms and carried him back to their house.
“Our clothes?” Jaime asked, dazed and leaning against Finn’s shoulder.
“I left mine back at the house before we started, and I’ll come find what’s left of yours tomorrow, if they’re not covered in snow by then. I think I got a little carried away, though, so they may not be salvageable.”
The pink blush sitting high on Finn’s cheeks brought Jaime back to himself a little more, and he kissed it away. “Being ripped off in a sex-frenzy is a worthy way to go.”
Finn chuckled, and nuzzled into Jaime’s hair. “I will miss the pants, though.”
Back inside their home, Finn snagged their water bottles from the kitchen counter and carried Jaime upstairs. He drew them a bath, and Jaime couldn’t hide his flinch when Finn lowered him in, hissing when the scratches and bite marks all over him stung in the hot water.
Finn whined, and bade Jaime to slowly sip some water while he gently soaped him down, taking his time to be extra careful when he washed away the cum coating Jaime’s thighs and belly, mindful of the sensitive bite marks he’d left behind.
One by one, Finn removed all of the bits of twig and leaf out of Jaime’s hair. Pouring a dollop of shampoo into his hand, he had Jaime practically purring as he massaged slow circles into his scalp, careful that his nails didn’t scratch too much. Finn let the conditioner sit in Jaime’s hair while he used a cloth and their facial cleanser to wash the dirt and bodily fluids from his face.
Jaime wasn’t unfamiliar with Finn taking his time to soap down every nook and cranny of his body, but this was different. Finn communicated how much he loved Jaime with every tender touch, and it was one of the most intimate experiences of his life.
He marveled that somehow, Finn had found a way to make him feel even more cherished.
Once Finn cleaned, conditioned, and inspected every inch of Jaime’s body, followed by a hasty wash of his own, he patted them both dry with a fluffy towel and sat Jaime on the bathroom counter. Reaching for the antibacterial cream and bandaids, Finn carefully fussed over each scrape, all the while cradling Jaime close, encouraging him to sip more water, and placing adoring kisses wherever he could reach.
Finally, Finn rubbed moisturizing lotion all over Jaime’s skin with such seriousness it made him laugh, before carrying him to bed.
“It was cold outside, you’ll dry out,” he huffed, and Jaime laughed again, kissing him all over his face.
Finn had cared for Jaime with the same focused intensity as when he’d taken him and marked him in the first place, and Jaime thought he understood why. Still, he needed to be sure.
After Finn laid him down in their clean, soft bedding, Jaime tucked right up next to him and placed a hand atop Finn’s, where he was fingering a bandage. “I wanted these, Finn. Please don’t be upset by them.”
Finn huffed. “I’m not upset. I’m…” his face turned red again. “Proud? And pleased. I wanted to be the one to give them to you, to prove you're mine. And now I need to be the one to take care of you. Please let me fuss, Jaime. I can’t do the first part without this, too.”
Jaime smiled. “What else do you need, Finn? I mean, are you okay?”
Finn chuffed, and shook his head, his blonde hair catching in the firelight and making Jaime want to reach for his sketchbook. “This. I need this, right here. Tonight was perfect, more than perfect, and now I need you to let me take care of you and fuss over you for a few days. And I’m calling out of work tomorrow, because we’ll be staying in bed together until one of us gets hungry. I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to leave you in the morning, anyway, so we might as well plan ahead.”
Jaime cupped his face and kissed him, the soft brush of Finn’s lips against his own so tender and adoring he nearly teared up again. “That sounds perfect.”
Finn knocked his forehead into Jaime’s. “How are you feeling?”
“Ok, I think. Not as overwhelmed, but tired. I think I’m going to be clingy for a while, though.”
Finn’s chest rumbled. “I read that you may feel pretty low for a day or two after we play like that. And I think this might be really intense for us both right now since it’s our first time, but we’ll learn. And… Thank you, Jaime. I didn’t realize how much I needed that. How much I needed to let go of the wolf. He’s calmer now. I don’t feel like he’s fighting for control every time I make a decision.”
“Always, Finn. Always.”
Finn chuffed. “Next time, you should wear that jockstrap I got you for your birthday.”
“Only if you dress like a grumpy pirate captain.”
Finn laughed, and the sound warmed Jaime right through, echoing down the gentle hum of their mating bond.
As they settled in, snow began to fall outside, frosting over their bedroom windows. This single day away from all of their troubles was over. Out of the eye of the storm, they’d all be right back in the thick of it in the morning.
But Jaime had Finn by his side, and he would never let them be parted.
Lulled to sleep by the soft thump of Finn’s heartbeat and the howling wind, Jaime dreamed of calm waters and deep, night-blue skies.