Page 15 of By the Blood Moon

Finn caught his arms above his head, secure now in his clawed grip, and Jaime shuddered when he pinned his hips to the ground with his weight. Finn was practically salivating at the sight of Jaime sprawled beneath him, eyes bright and chest heaving, his shirt splayed open to show the pink flush on his freckle-dusted skin. All of that contrasted against the red cloak pooled around him in a way that Finn wished he could frame.

Taste him.

Take him.

Ours.

Ours.

Finn leaned down and licked a long, wet stripe up Jaime’s chest, his sweat and sugary-citrus scent lighting Finn up like the aurora borealis dancing across the sky above them. Words spilled from the dark, primal place he’d kept such a tight lid on lately, mate-drunk and sloppy, surprising them both with their honest intensity.

“You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted,” Finn groaned, pressing his teeth into Jaime’s neck and nipping there. “Sometimes it’s all I can do to keep myself from rolling around in your dirty laundry like a feral dog. I want to lay you down in ourunwashed sheets, toss you in our sweat and cum and fuck my scent deep into you, so that you smell like mine, inside and out.”

Finn pushed his face into Jaime’s underarm, inhaling deeply. Jaime whined, tipping his head back to expose his throat and wrapped his legs around Finn’s bare ass, the cold slide of the leather between them igniting his senses.

He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses up and over Jaime’s throat, and slurred through his canines, “You taste like candy, and watercolors, and a meadow after it rains. Like everything all at once, and my favorite meal. It’s never enough. Never enough. I want to bury inside of you, keep you all to myself…” he trailed off before licking up Jaime’s neck.

“And you taste like my cum from last night. It’s still on you, Jaime. I can smell it.” Finn’s words weren’t his own anymore, his voice the low growl of the wolf. “And I’ll paint you with it every goddamn night if that’s what it takes, so that everything that walks in this forest can smell it too—can smell that you’re mine. Only mine. They need toknow.”

The wolf bit into their mating mark, hard, just like the first time Finn had forged the bond that hummed so hot and tender between them. Jaime gasped, cupping the back of Finn’s head to hold him close and panted, “Show them, then. Showme.”

Finn’s moan was half sob, half snarl. He crawled his way up Jaime’s torso and sat so his thighs straddled Jaime’s upper arms, locking them against his sides and caging him in with his bulk. Finn’s raging erection bobbed in front of Jaime’s face, throbbing with each hot breath he puffed out.

The wind came up around them, whipping through the trees as clouds blew over the bright orange moon, blocking out the little light it provided and leaving them in only the faint glow of the flashlight.

“I’ll show you,” Finn rasped. “You don’t need to see, I’ll do that for you. Just open wide, baby.”

A small sound punched out of Jaime at Finn’s instructions, and he leaned into the claws Finn carded through his hair and relaxed his jaw. Finn hunched over him and fisted his cock, giving it a few rough pumps and spreading his knees wide so the angle would be just right.

“I want you,” Jaime whispered in the quiet, his eyes falling shut, lashes casting long shadows against his freckled cheeks.

Flames licked up Finn’s chest at Jaime’s complete and utter surrender. “Good mate,” he groaned, and pressed the fat, reddened tip of his cock against Jaime’s lips. He teased it back and forth, shuddering from the wet glide of his precum against Jaime’s plush mouth, spreading it like gloss before he cradled Jaime’s jaw and thumbed open his lips, guiding his cock inside in one slow plunge.

Jaime gagged, eyes flying open wide and welling up as he tried to swallow around Finn’s thick head, but he didn’t pull away. No, he just tipped his head back more and relaxed his throat. The pleasure of Jaime’s hot, slick mouth rippling around him burned, so intense that Finn cried out, and he had to rest there for a moment, his cock a heavy weight on Jaime’s tongue, or else he’d come too soon.

They hadn’t explored this exact position before, with Finn on top, locking Jaime beneath him. It was something he’d wanted to try for some time—his wolf often pleaded for him to take the boy’s mouth this way—and Finn was sure Jaime would have been on board, but he was worried he’d forget himself and be too rough. He’d been reluctant to create such a strong power dynamic when Jaime couldn’t get free.

But that was exactly what tonight was for, right? Leaning into Finn’s predatory drive and Jaime’s desire to tease that out of him?

Shifting his knees even wider for leverage, Finn fisted Jaime’s hair and began slowly fucking his cock down his throat.His eyes rolled from the warm contracting heat, head tipping back as he settled into a rhythm that made his wolf keen.

Jaime was squirming underneath him, clawing at the back of Finn’s thighs with every downward thrust. “Color?” Finn panted, pulling out just long enough for him to answer.

Jaime coughed, gulping down great, heaving breaths. “Green, s’green,” he slurred, before sticking his tongue out and opening wide, eyes meeting Finn’s in challenge.

“Fuck, baby,” Finn moaned, the pleasure almost painful as he fed his cock back inside. “You’re such a good b-boy, taking me so well. Only mine, yeah? Only my cock?” Jaime nodded around Finn’s girth and sucked, hard, tears tracking down the sides of his face as he choked and swallowed.

Finn lost himself to Jaime’s mouth and the wet, lurid sounds he made. Gradually picking up the pace, he braced one hand in front of him and cradled the back of Jaime’s head with the other for leverage. Pumping his cock down Jaime’s throat, his lip curled in agonized pleasure and utter inhibition, Finn watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Jaime’s throat bulged when he bottomed out.

Over, and over, and over.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight, certain it would be burned on the back of his eyelids for the rest of time.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent face-fucking his mate into the dirt, grunting like a wild beast as the wind howled around them and Jaime keened, the symphony of their rutting pushing him closer to the edge. Finn would pull out just long enough for Jaime to gasp for breath before plunging back inside, taking every bit of pleasure he was willing to give.

Finn only halted, breathing like a freight train with his heavy cock as far down Jaime’s throat as it could go, when he felt the tell-tale tingling of his knot beginning to swell at the base.

Breed him.

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