Page 10 of By the Blood Moon

Fuck, his cock was painfully hard where it pressed up against the zipper of his jeans. “You planned this,” Finn said, awed. He began to play with the ruffles next to Jaime's exposed collarbone.

Jaime snickered, wrapping his arms around Finn's waist. “Maybe. Sort of, anyway. I actually had two costumes that I couldn't choose between, so I let Sam pick which one he wanted first. He said he wouldn't be doing the pants.” Jaime wriggled again, emphasizing just how tight they were, and Finn couldn't decide if the cape covering his ass was a curse or a blessing.

Suddenly remembering they weren't alone in the kitchen, Finn tucked Jaime up against him to hide his erection and turned, expecting to find Silas and Sam shooting daggers at them for forgetting they were in public.

Again.

However, to Finn’s surprise, neither of them were paying him or Jaime any attention, having missed his lust-filled appreciation of Jaime's outfit completely.

Silas was standing in front of Sam, hovering nearly on top of him. His gaze was fixed on Sam’s costume—a red checkered flannel shirt tucked into a pair of dark brown work pants.

Silas’flannel shirt, judging by the smell and oversized fit.

To complete the costume, he had on hiking boots and was holding a plastic, miniature ax slung over his shoulder. Sam'sface was tipped nearly all the way back, returning the intensity of Silas’ gaze, and they were standing as close to one another as possible without touching.

It stinks in here,Finn’s wolf said, nose curling.

Karma was a bitch.

Jaime cleared his throat, and Sam blinked, looking around as if startled before he took a small step away from Silas. “Sam picked the Woodsman. You know, with the ax.”

Jaime mimed a chopping motion.

Silas didn’t even look up when Jaime spoke, he just put a large hand on Sam's shoulder, spinning him around and guiding him out the door. “We'll be in the living room, bring out the cookies when they’re finished. And don’t fuck in our kitchen.”

The two stomped out, Sam more flushed than Finn had ever seen him. Jaime had a vaguely disgusted look on his face. “Did Silas say anything to you about that?” he whispered after they left.

Finn shook his head. “Nope.”

Jaime just raised an eyebrow. “Well. We’re either going to walk in on them fucking, or Sam chasing Silas around the living room with that ax.”

Finn huffed a laugh. “My bet’s on both.”

“It's a good thing I brought the fake one, then.”

The oven alarm went off, and Jaime swung himself up on the counter and ate cookie dough straight from the bowl while Finn took the first tray out to cool.

“This is delicious,” Jaime mumbled through his third spoonful.

Finn slid the second tray into the oven to bake, and began transferring the baked cookies to a cooling rack. “You’ll make yourself sick if you eat too much of that.”

Jaime paused, considering, and set it aside. “You’re right. I want to feel… good, for tonight.” He blushed, but pointed to thefreshly baked cookies. “Should we take these to the living room now?”

Finished with plating the cookies, Finn stepped between Jaime’s legs, bunching the red cloak in his fist and palming his hip. “Sure, baby, but how about you show me the back of these pants, first.”

Jaime grinned.

Chapter 4

Jaime

HALLOWEEN EVENING

Eventually, Jaime and Finn made their way into the living room with the big bowl of candy in hand and a plate of soft, still-warm cookies fresh out of the oven. Finn had even began warming up a crock of hot apple cider to hand out.

They did not find Sam and Silas in any compromising positions, and thankfully, the ax was resting against the wall by the door, undisturbed.

Sam was standing at the window, lit by the candles lining the windowsills, and turned to greet them as they all gathered together to wait for the doorbell to ring.

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