26. Chester
Chester
D inner lasted long after the plates had been cleared. Usually, my social battery would’ve been drained hours before, but it wasn’t. Sitting there, seeing how they all interacted, taught me more about Finn than any conversation could have.
He was kind. Funny. Firm. Ridiculously intelligent and perceptive.
Watching him with the others suddenly made it easy to understand why he was the leader.
It was in the stern way he had only to say one of their names to make them fall in line.
How he remembered the minute details of what each of them had had on that day.
How he’d understood Evan’s struggles and recognised the way Logan’s ridiculousness was bringing me out of my shell.
The dynamic between the four of them was fascinating too. Despite only Calan and Finn being blood related, a sibling-type bond existed between them all. It was in their teasing banter and the funny stories they competed to tell.
I knew without asking that this was a group who’d go to the mat for each other. They already had by coming running to the shop when Finn had called. Sure, as their leader, I guessed they had to obey him, but I suspected their loyalty ran deeper than that.
“Did ye enjoy yourself?” Finn asked as we stepped out into the cold night air.
“I did,” I said, surprising myself. When had that last happened? “I had a lot of fun. They’re all so welcoming.”
“Welcoming and inappropriate,” Finn grumbled. “But you handled it all marvellously. Not that I expected anything else.”
“You have too much faith in me.”
“Or maybe you don’t have enough in yourself.”
We’d arrived at my car, but I didn’t want to leave yet. I reclined against the car door and grinned. “I’d argue with you, but I saw how protective the others are. I don’t want them barging out here to add their two pence worth.”
He bracketed me in, bracing his hands on the car on either side of my head. “They are very interfering. It’s why I didn’t invite ye to stay in the clan house tonight. Just in case ye were wondering.”
“I wasn’t,” I lied. My face flushed, giving me away. From the smirk Finn wore, he knew it too.
“I do have a cottage here.” He lifted a hand from the car to trail a finger down my neck. “It’s far enough out that none of them would be able to hear a sound. Fresh sheets and everything.”
I shivered under his touch. “Someone else might judge you for assuming you’re going to get lucky.”
“Are you ‘someone else’?”
“Fuck no.” Feeling brave, I grabbed Finn’s waist and pulled him into me. Hard enough for him to feel the bulge in my jeans. “I’m the lucky one who’s thrilled you assumed.”
Finn’s eyelids lowered as his mouth hovered over mine, but before he could kiss me, a catcall came from the house behind us.
“Move over, Finn.” Logan’s voice rang out. “You’re blocking the view.”
He dropped his head to my shoulder with a groan. “Please don’t leave because of Logan. I’ll go punch him if you like.”
I located Logan on the second storey. He was dangling half out of the window, and was that a bowl of popcorn in his hands?
“Bit late for that,” I said, laughter bubbling up as someone roughly hauled him back indoors. I glimpsed a furious Calan before the two disappeared from sight. “Your brother had your back.”
“Remind me to buy him flowers,” Finn said. His lips were slowly making their way up my neck, my pulse ticking higher with each movement. “Now, are ye staying?”
My head fell back to give him more access. “Yes. Nothing’s going to scare me off tonight.”
Finn raised his head and kissed my lips sweetly. “I’ll take it.”
It took me a while to realise why he’d said that.
It was because I’d said tonight. Without even meaning to, I’d subtly reminded Finn that I needed time.
And he’d subtly reminded me that he was willing to wait.
F inn said his cabin was only a few minutes away, but it took us far longer to get there. It didn’t help that we kept stopping to kiss. For Finn to gently cradle me as he did sinful things with his lips.For me to shove him roughly against a tree trunk as I demanded more from him.
By the time the small house appeared through the trees, our clothes were completely askew. My shirt was missing several buttons and Finn’s jeans were undone. I had no idea where his belt had gone. I’d whipped it off a while ago to get my hands on his cock.
I tried to feel bad about it, but the hunger in Finn’s gaze stopped me. If we hadn’t been surrounded by people with supernatural senses, I suspected we wouldn’t have made it as far as his house.
He threw the door open, nodding for me to go in. I tried to cool the rampant desire running through me so as not to be impolite. “This is a lovely space. Did you decorate it yourself?”
Finn pressed his front to my back, his erection like steel against my arse. His hand rested on my chest, his words hot in my ear. “Do you want to discuss my decorating choices? Or would ye rather go upstairs and see how many times I can make you scream my name?”
I groaned. Finn was right, what the fuck was I worrying about? We both knew why I was here and what was about to happen.
Well, at least what I hoped was about to happen. I’d had an extra thorough shower when we stopped at my place earlier. Just in case.
“Upstairs,” Finn growled in my ear. “I need to be inside you, m’eudail. Now.”
My hole twitched in anticipation. “Yes. Please. Fuck.”
I meant to walk up the stairs. I did. But then I found myself facing him again. Kissing him. Sliding my hands under his shirt .
Finn gave another growl. “Fuck, Chester. You drive me crazy.”
I froze, an old tendril of fear unfurling. “In a good way, right?”
“In the best way.” His tone softened. “Always the best, Chester. Never stop.”
He kissed me again, like he was giving me permission with his body along with his words. Permission to touch him. Taste him. To do whatever I wanted with him.
The rush of power I felt was heady. I’d never had this. Never. One of my hands went to his arse, holding him tight against my groin as I undulated against him.
Finn’s moan was low and filthy. “Hold on, m’eudail.”
His hands went under my arse and suddenly I was airborne.
“What the—” I scrambled to hold on tighter. “Finn, I’m too heavy! You’ll hurt yourself.”
He chuffed a laugh. “No, I really won’t. I could happily carry ye for miles without breaking a sweat. Now kiss me again, Chester.”
A distant part of my mind tried to insist I argue with him more, but it was drowned out by the sheer need I felt for him.
Instead, I kissed him.
Somehow, we ended up in a bedroom.
On a soft bed.
Naked.
I couldn’t tell you how it happened. We must’ve at least bent the laws of physics given how little our lips parted.
There was nothing timid in either of our touches.
We were beyond taking things slow, the walk from the clan house to the cabin having eroded any self-control we might’ve had.
Finn’s hand went around us both, making me moan into his mouth.
My balls drew up tighter as heat rushed through me. It felt good.
Too good.
I pulled away with a gasp. “Need you inside me, Finn.”
He nipped at my swollen bottom lip. “Condom? I can’t transmit or carry human diseases or infections.”
My cock jumped at what he was implying. “You want to go bare?”
“I want whatever ye want.” His voice was like gravel, his dark eyes not leaving me for a second. “I’m just telling ye that that’s an option. If you want.”
“Oh, I want.” I slid my hand between us to stroke his cock. He was uncut, just like me. I pulled back his foreskin and ran my thumb over the sensitive head. “I want you in me just like this.”
“Fuck, m’eudail.” He skimmed his teeth along my neck as I arched into the caress. “Yer just fucking perfect for me.”
His praise had the lustful haze clearing slightly. I stiffened and tried to brush it off with a joke. “Meh, I’m okay, I guess.”
There was a flurry of movement and suddenly Finn was astride my hips. Both my wrists were in one of his hands and pinned to the bed above my head.
“Now ye listen to me, Chester,” he growled. “Ye might not think you’re perfect, but to me, you are.”
I went to protest, but he flicked my nipple with his other hand, making me moan instead.
“These nipples? They’re so responsive,” he said. “Perfectly so.”
His hand moved south to my stomach. “This stomach? The perfect shape for me to fall asleep on—something I plan on doing tonight.”
“Tonight? ”
“Oh, I’m not letting ye leave my bed tonight, Chester. I’m going to smooth away your fears with my hands. Counter your protests with my mouth. Fuck away your inhibitions with my cock.”
Fuck me, Finn was a dirty talker too? I’d suspected it after last time, but this was a whole new level, and I was so here for it. This was the opposite of clinical, scheduled sex.
It was filthy. Unfiltered. Exactly what I’d never realised I wanted. Needed.
And he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
His hand slid further south, going beneath him to encircle my shaft. “This cock? It’s my new favourite thing to devour. It’s the perfect size to fill my throat. Maybe one day, if you feel like it, I bet it’ll be the perfect size to hit my prostate too.”
I bucked into his hold. I might have preferred to bottom, but the thought of being inside Finn? Of seeing him come undone on my cock? “I want that. Fuck.”
Finn wasn’t done either. He reached behind himself, lightly squeezing my thigh. “And these thighs, Chester. I want them wrapped around my neck while I suck you down. I want them fucking suffocating me with their perfection.”
He trailed his fingers back up my body, pausing right over my heart. “This is perfect because it houses the part of you I want the most.”
My breath caught in my throat, but he moved on quickly, like he knew the weight of what he’d just said and wanted to distract me before it sent me running. Once again proving how eerily well he understood me.
He fluttered his fingertips over my lips. “These lips feel like heaven. Doesn’t seem to matter what part of my body they’re on either. So long as they’re on me somewhere, the effect is the same. Utter perfection.”
His praise was everything I’d dreamed of hearing from a lover, but somehow too much. I wasn’t worthy of it. Didn’t Finn know I was a sure thing? He didn’t need to flatter his way into bed with me. I was already here.
I was squirming beneath him now, his grip on my wrists and the weight of him the only things keeping me in place. “You don’t need to?—”
Finn leant down so his face was hovering over mine. There was no threat in it, just pure unadulterated desire. “But I want to, Chester. That’s what you don’t get. I know I don’t need to do any of this, but I want to. Ask me why.”
I swallowed and shook my head. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. It was too much. Too scary. Too real.
Finn didn’t back down. He knew this was a leap for me—one I was terrified to take, in case he wasn’t there to catch me on the other side. “Ask. Me. Why.”
He wouldn’t let me fall, I realised. Still, my voice was barely above a whisper as I asked, “Why?”
Joy and pride flared in his eyes. “Because you deserve it, m’eudail. Because I want you to be mine, and part of being mine is knowing how much I adore you. Every part of you. Letting you see yourself through the filter of my vision when your own is too difficult to focus on.”
My throat thickened. “This has got awfully serious all of a sudden.”
“I’m sorry, Chester—” Finn’s lips brushed my cheek. “—but I’m never going to stop trying to make you see yourself the way I do.”
“I’m not asking you to, it’s just…” I exhaled in frustration, trying to figure out how to articulate it. How could I make it make sense to Finn when I didn’t understand it my self? “It’s just a lot. I understand what you’re trying to do, and I even like it. I like being praised, especially by you.”
“I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming.”
“But you’re going up against years of conditioning,” I whispered. “I’ve never been the attractive one. The one men covet. It’s just not me. And I love that you see me how you do, but…”
“But it’s a lot,” Finn finished with a sigh. “I’m sorry, m’eudail. I’ll try and rein it in a bit.”
“No,” I found myself saying. “Don’t do that. I don’t want you to censor yourself around me.”
“Then what do you want?”
There was no frustration in his question. No judgement. Just a simple request for clarification.
“I want you to be patient,” I said finally.
“To know I might balk at the praise, but that I don’t want you to stop.
” I lifted my hips so that my half-hard cock brushed against his.
Unlike me, his erection hadn’t gone down during this conversation.
“But most of all, I want you to get inside me before I die of desperation.”
Finn’s eyes narrowed and I could’ve sworn I saw Buddy looking back at me, but he wasn’t the friendly pup I’d come to love.
No. He was all wolf. A wolf who was ready to claim. To devour. To own.
I couldn’t wait to let him.