Page 18 of By the Blood Moon

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 outyellow, or evenred,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 wasperfect.

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 stayjust 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 breathyuh, uh, uh’sspilling 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.”

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