Page 16 of Scar Bonds: The Scars That Bind Us

“Desperately.” Holding himself back became all the harder as Finlay tasted his mate’s lips for the very first time. He genuinely believed in that moment it was as if time had stopped.

Finlay wasn’t prone to poetic phrases, or even using affectionate terms for people he’d been with. Sex was something he did and had done since he learned what his cock was for. But for the first time, Finlay was conflicted. His cock was nudging his zipper screaming, “Pick me,” while his lips were taking the time to map out Senan’s own lips, his teeth, and tongue, and that was fucking fantastic as well.

Every sensation with Senan felt magnified, so much more magnified than anything before. His cock was determined to break free of his pants, and Finlay was having a hard time keeping himself in check.

He might have had more luck, just focusing on the kissing, if Senan had just held onto him so their mouths could have their moment. But Senan’s hands were mapping out Finlay’s shoulders, before moving around to his chest, quickly unbuttoning Finlay’s shirt to find the skin beneath.

Finlay groaned as soft fingers caressed over him, tweaking his nipple, and then stroking the skin around it, making him jerk and moan. Senan was making it almost impossible not to just fall on his mate’s body and start humping him.

“Please tell me I can… Can I…?” Finlay couldn't even finish the question before Senan had his pants undone and a strong hand gripped his cock. Finlay groaned, thrusting into the fingers, his mouth still busy with Senan’s lips. It was awkward, a lot offumbling, and Finlay really didn't know where to put his hands, so he settled on stripping away Senan's sweatpants, giving him access to the skin on Senan’s torso, butt and thighs.

Breaking his lips free so he could explore the skin he’d uncovered, Finlay looked down, his balls ready to unload at just seeing the way Senan’s hand barely met around his girth poking out from his undone pants. Letting his eyes roam upward, Finlay came face to chest with the second half of the scar left by his brother. He refused to let the scar bother him. If Senan could forget about it, then so could he. But even as Finlay thought that, he revised his opinion.

My mate has to know I can adore every inch of who he is.

Brushing his lips across the puckered skin, Finlay kept his thoughts of anger and revenge to himself. He wasn't going to make Morgan's life any easier by having him removed from his Alpha position. Morgan could rot in the mess of his own making. Finlay was only concerned about Senan.

“We need to move this along. I ache inside and my magic’s ready to set off fireworks.” Senan hooked his leg over Finlay's back. “Touch me. Hold me. Claim me.”

There’s nothing sexier than a person who knows what he wants,especially, when those wants aligned with Finlay’s. He refused to be a pump and dump artist, though, taking his time and teasing himself as much as his mate.

He trickled kisses all down Senan's throat. The elegant arch of his neck was one of the first things Finlay had noticed. He kissed along collarbones that stood out in sharp relief from slender shoulders. He took Senan's nipple in his teeth and gently worried it, not quite sure how much pressure to put on, but the way Senan arched into him was simply beautiful.

“Please tell me you have lube.” Finlay wasn’t going to apologize for turning up and not having any. He’d needed to find Senan because his wolf and soul demanded nothing less. Lube in his pocket would’ve been presumptuous.

He ran his hand down Senan’s side, following the lines leading to the gentle swell of Senan’s butt, his fingers grazing his mate’s crack. He felt another zing of magic, and seconds later, his clothes were gone.

Senan chuckled, his lips vibrating against Finlay's chest. “I can prep myself,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Magic has many uses.”

That deserved another kiss. Finlay inhaled Senan's scent, his tongue mapping out Senan's teeth and tongue, his cheeks, and everything in between. Kissing, devouring, holding, tasting, Finlay knew he was acting like a starving man, but he didn’t want to stop.

Senan's hand on his cock was still teasing him just enough to keep him on edge, and Finlay wasn't sure he'd last long enough to enter his precious mate, but he was determined to give it a try. With Senan's leg hooked up the way it was, Finlay moved his hips closer, his cock seeking that delicious little hole.

Better check first.His wolf was eager for the claim, but they absolutely could not hurt their mate. Pulling back with his hips, Finlay went in with his hand instead.

“Ah, your magic is a glorious thing,” he groaned against Senan's flesh as his finger sunk deep inside Senan's hole.

“Hmm, don’t stop now. Did you want me to turn over?”

Finlay shook his head. “No. I want to see you. I want you to see my face. I want you to know who you're going to bind yourself to for eternity.”

Senan nodded and then lay back against the corner of the couch resting his arms on the couch back. Finlay lifted Senan's butt with one hand, grabbing his cock and holding it steady with the other.

The angle was definitely awkward, it wasn't going to be very comfortable. But the only thing Finlay was concerned about in that moment was entering his mate's body, and cementing his claim. The rest of it, the vow to protect, the vow to look after his fae were things he would prove he could do over time. Senan would learn he could be trusted, but for now, Finlay was running on instinct and needed to be joined with his mate.

By the time Finlay had managed to get his cock actually inside his mate's body – and that was a toe-curling experience in itself - Senan had his knees up by his ears and was almost bent in half. In the meantime, the frame of the couch was digging into Finlay’s knee.

Use your big head for a minute.Pulling back, Finlay brought Senan with him, swinging his legs around so he was sitting on the edge of the couch with his beautiful fae straddling his lap.

“This makes more sense.” Senan chuckled. “Way more comfortable.”

He rose up on his knees as Finlay got his cock into position once more. This time the slide down his length felt so incredible both Finlay and Senan groaned.

“I hope you know that I didn't assume this would happen,” Finlay panted, trying to distract himself from the inevitable orgasm which felt as if it were mere seconds away.

“Silly wolf shifter.” Senan groaned again, throwing his head back and exposing his neck. “What else is a person supposed to do when they're claiming each other? Oh, that feels so good.”

Righting his head, Senan looked straight into Finlay’s eyes. Finlay couldn’t see any challenge in the mischief he saw there. Bending down slowly, Senan nibbled up and down Finlay’s neck, causing Finlay’s gums to itch. Every touch that Senan made sent a direct signal to Finlay’s cock, and there was nothing he could do except sit there as Senan rode him with an elegant grace that Finlay had never seen or been a party to before.

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