Page 16 of By the Blood Moon

Knot him and breed him, make him ours.

As pleasurable as it was to release in Jaime’s mouth, tonight Finn and his wolf needed to be deep in his ass when he knotted. So he withdrew in a long, slow pull, hissing when Jaime’s teeth caught, jaw weary from the rough face-fucking.

Flushed and covered in sweat, precum, and spit, Jaime looked completely fucked-out and messy beneath Finn, mouth hanging open in a daze as he caught his breath and wriggled a hand free to wipe at his face.

He’d never been more beautiful.

Finn shuffled and crouched down, taking his cheeks between his clawed hands and smashing their lips together. The kiss was uncoordinated and sloppy, and Jaime more or less held his mouth open for Finn to take what he wanted—but it was perfect. He could taste them both, and it drove him even higher knowing he’d imprinted himself there.

Jaime freed his other arm and wrapped them around Finn, clawing at his back while he groaned into the kiss. Finn chased after Jaime’s lips when he broke away to catch his breath, but he lifted up just enough to give the boy room to breathe.

Finn’s wolf whined about the distance and demanded that he nuzzle his face back into Jaime’s hair. “You smell more like me now, like us,” he rasped, inhaling their intermingled scent. “But it needs to be deeper,” he continued, nodding to himself and lapping at the fresh mating mark. “It’s not enough. More—it needs to be more.”

Jaime’s eyes twinkled, a smile full of mirth on his face as he cupped Finn’s jaw. “Yes, wolfy. You claimed my mouth, but what happened to fucking me into the ground where you caught me, huh?” he asked, shifting beneath Finn. “Frankly, I’m not sensing any urgency from you. Maybe if that other big, strong wolf from the book were here, he’d?—”

Finn’s wolf snarled, gnashing his teeth, and he saw red.

Our mate.

Ours to knot.

Ours to breed.

Make him ours.

“You’re mine,” Finn said, baring his teeth at Jaime.

His mate bared his teeth right back in a wide, feral grin. A challenge, a taunt.

“Prove it.”

Even in his lupine-addled state, he knew it had been a silly empty threat, only meant to rile Finn up even more—to see how far Jaime could tease and push until he snapped.

Finn reached for words, for the parts of himself that weren’t lost to the primal instinct to burrow inside Jaime and keep him hidden from the rest of the world forever. “You want to be fucked into the ground?”

With a growl, he flipped Jaime over onto his belly, rougher than he normally would, and zeroed in on the way his ass looked in those goddamn leather pants.

Delicious.

In the voice that didn’t belong to him, Finn said, “Only I can do that. I’ll show you. I’ll shove my cock so far up inside you, your belly will bulge from it. You’ll taste my cum when I spill deep in your guts. I’ll breed you full, mate. My scent will be in you forever. You’ll never be rid of me. I’ll make you scream my name so the whole forest knows how well I fuck you, and that you’re all mine.”

Hiking Jaime’s hips up in the air, Finn purred, “I’ve been waiting for a closer look at your ass in these fucking pants all night.” He tore at the shirt Jaime still wore, pushing it up and out of the way as he mouthed at the exposed freckles along his back. Finn trailed his teeth down the meat of Jaime’s ass, and bit into the soft flesh of his left cheek, hard.

A small, punched-out moan escaped Jaime, and Finn’s wolf purred at seeing the indent his fangs left in the leather. He liked it so much, he bit the other cheek, too.

“Finn!” Jaime wailed, wriggling in his hold and trying to scramble away as he rubbed his thumbs over the matching bite marks, but Finn held tight.

Would they bruise? His wolf preened at the thought.

Take him, now.

Now.

Now.

Now.

“Color?” Finn asked, needing one last check-in.

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