37. Finn #2
“That’s very thoughtful of ye.” I reached out to touch a rose petal. “Will ye tell me what they mean?”
“I was hoping you’d ask that.” Chester moved closer to the bouquet and rested his hand on my biceps. He was trembling. Was something wrong?
He rushed to speak before I could ask if he was okay. “First we have the red chrysanthemums. They mean ‘I love you.’”
I put my arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. “I love you too, Chester.”
He didn’t look at me, instead raising a shaky finger to touch the next flower. “Next are the heliotropes. These and the dahlias signify eternal love.”
My breath caught in my chest. Was Chester saying what I thought he was saying?
“The baby’s breath means everlasting love, which I guess is the same thing.” He gave a nervous chuckle. “The honeysuckle signifies bonds of love.”
The magnitude of what Chester was saying settled into my bones as my wolf tensed in anticipation. There was only one thing he’d yet to explain. “And the ferns?”
“Bonds of love too.” He turned to face me, and the hope and love in his eyes threatened to send me to my knees. “But also, magic.”
Magic.
“M’eudail,” I said, my voice thicker than usual. “Are ye asking me what I think you’re asking me?”
“I’m asking you to make me your mate. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. I love you, Finlay McCarthy. Make me yours.”
I didn’t realise I was crying until Chester reached up to brush my tears away. “I’m sorry.” I sniffed. “I wasn’t expecting to react like this.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “You gave your heart away once before to someone who wasn’t even aware of it. But I’m aware, baby. I’ll gladly take your heart and keep it safe for the rest of my days.”
“I love you,” I choked out. “And I’ll keep on loving you for centuries to come.”
I didn’t ask him if he was certain. I didn’t need to. There was nothing but pure love and steadfast determination in his eyes. My canines elongated, my wolf encouraging the partial shift. “This won’t hurt, m’eudail.”
Pushing back his collar, I revealed the skin at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. It was somewhere Chester could either expose or hide depending on the situation and how he was feeling. It’d give him options.
Options were the thing I wanted to give Chester the most. The freedom to be and do whatever made him happiest. Just as I’d given him the option of whether or not to become my mate.
He’d chosen me. He knew I’d make him happy.
Just as I knew he’d make me happy too.
I sank my teeth into his flesh. He gasped as my power flowed between us, building the impenetrable and eternal bond.
Within seconds, it was done. I licked at the wound to seal it, and the sight of it caused almost overwhelming joy to bubble up in me. Chester would wear my marks forever now. He was mine.
Always.
“What is that?” Chester said, touching his chest in wonder—a wonder that flowed directly from him and into me. “It’s happiness, but it’s…”
“It’s from me.” I bracketed his hips with my hands and rubbed my nose against his. “We can feel each other’s emotions through the bond.”
“That’s wild,” he said. “All emotions?”
“Yes.” My voice turned husky as I latched on to exactly what Chester was feeling. “Including lust.”
Chester groaned as I caught his lips. I was still naked, not having bothered to dress after shifting. Chester, however, was wearing far too many clothes for my liking.
I shoved his shirt up, breaking the kiss just long enough to fling it away. When I got to his trousers, I belatedly remembered he’d cooked dinner. “Shit. Will the food keep?”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Chester said hoarsely, reaching down to stroke my cock. “What I’m feeling right now…it’s insane. I can’t think straight.”
“Me either. I need you, m’eudail. I can’t wait.”
“Yes.” Chester tried to unbutton his jeans, but his hands were shaking too much, and he whined in frustration until I batted them away.
Peeling his jeans down his legs, I knelt on the floor, tapping each of his feet in turn to get him to lift them.
I was about to stand when I realised his cock was level with my mouth.
So, I did the only sane thing and wrapped my lips around it.
“Oh fuck,” Chester panted, his hands going to my head to steady himself. “Yes, Finn.”
Feeling his lust increase as I did certain things was a fucking trip. I couldn’t wait to explore his body and just pay attention to the bond. I bet I could find pleasurable areas on Chester that he didn’t even realise existed.
Not today though. The bond was too new. Too fresh. The extreme flood of desire coming from Chester was making it hard for me to think about anything other than being inside him.
Giving his cock one final suck, I got to my feet. The kitchen window caught my eye and a plan began to unfold. “Bend over the sink, m’eudail.”
I didn’t wait to see if he obeyed, just dashed upstairs to grab the lube. My cock twitched when I returned to see Chester exactly where I’d told him to be. He was bracing his elbows on the draining board, his arse pushed out wantonly and legs spread wide.
There wasn’t a drop of shame or embarrassment in the bond as he glanced back over his shoulder. “Hurry, Finn.”
“You are so fucking sexy,” I growled, coming up behind him. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” He gave a small gasp as my hand slid down his crease. “I can’t believe this is my life.”
I planted a kiss between his shoulder blades as I started working him open. “For centuries to come, m’eudail.”
My gaze drifted out the window to the spot where I used to fall apart. Where Chester had put me back together for the final time when he’d confessed his love for me. If it had been warmer, I would’ve taken him out there.
In the summer, I vowed.
Besides, right here was another special place. “How many times did you watch me from this window, Chester?”
He moaned as I caressed his prostate. “Every day.”
“Did you picture me doing this?”
“Yes,” he whined, pushing back on my fingers harder. “Exactly this. You coming in from the loch and fucking me, water dripping from your skin.”
“We’ll make that happen,” I promised, removing my fingers and replacing them with the head of my cock. “For now though, let’s make part of the fantasy come true.”
I wasn’t sure which was more intense as I sank inside my mate—the heat of him or the rush of emotion along the bond.
“Fuck, m’eudail,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t make me wait.” Chester pushed back impatiently. “Fuck me hard and fast, Finn.”
Buddy was preening inside me. Finally, Chester was our mate. More than that, we were claiming him in the most physical sense.
Me though? I was thrilled because Chester was telling me what he wanted me to do to him. There was no blushing, no reservations, just him communicating what he needed. The knowledge that he felt safe enough to do so gave me almost as much joy as mating him did.
Almost.
I did as he asked, slamming into him hard and fast. My hands kept a tight grip on his hips, ensuring he wasn’t accidentally shoved against the hard edge of the sink.
“I thought of you too,” I snarled, angling my thrusts to hit his prostate. “Every fucking day, Chester. With every stroke, I thought about getting out of the water. Coming into your house. Bending you over and fucking you where you stood.”
“Finn…Oh fuck.” The lust was almost unbearable now, building into a release that promised to be epic for both of us. “I’m close. So close .”
“I’m going to do that one day,” I said, repeating my earlier promise. “I’m not going to warn you either. Just come in here and take you. Would you like that, m’eudail?”
Chester came with a cry and triumph flashed through me. It didn’t last long though, the combination of his orgasm and how he clamped down around me tipping me over the edge.
“Chester, oh god,” I gasped, leaning my head between his shoulders.
I wrapped my arm around his waist to keep him steady and withdrew from him carefully, ignoring the mess that dripped to the floor.
I’d clean up in a minute. Right now, I needed to hold my mate.
“That was so good. You’re always so good for me, m’eudail. ”
“Because you bring it out of me,” Chester said, straightening and turning to face me. “You’ve given me the confidence to find myself again, Finn. I’ll be forever grateful for the day you walked into my life.”
“Me too, m’eudail.” Contentment flowed through me as I pulled him into an embrace. I wasn’t even sure which of us was feeling it. It didn’t matter.
We were both happy and content, and I was going to make sure it stayed that way until the end of our days.