Page 68 of Outside the Veil
Diego conjured a smile and leaned in to brush his lips against Finn’s. “I love you,” he breathed against his jaw.
“Mmm, much better,” Finn murmured, and seized his mouth in a hard kiss, almost bruising in its desperate passion. He rose, slid out of his jeans and spread a blanket out in front of theporch swing. “Lie down, my love. No, leave your clothes on, if you would.”
“Um, why?”
“I fear your body will chill as it is. Best keep something on.”
“Good point.”But I love the feel of your hands on my skin.“I’m not sure I can do this.”
Finn knelt and crawled up between his thighs. He eased the waistband of Diego’s track pants down and snugged the elastic up under his balls. “You have said that before. I didn’t believe you then either.”
“But my stomach’s all in knots and I don’t— Oh, my God.” Diego’s hips jerked up as Finn bent down to wrap his incredible tongue all the way around the head of his cock. The rush of blood to his groin left him dizzy and panting.
“I begin to think it must be some necessary ritual for you, to protest that you cannot. I shan’t take it to heart,” Finn murmured against his skin. He returned his mouth to Diego, lips and tongue wrapped around his shaft in a double embrace.
“Oh…Finn…” Diego buried his fingers in the cool silk of his hair, black water through his fingers.That feels so damn good.“Mi vida, I want to do this for years to come. I want you with me always. I don’t want this to end…”
He rolled his hips to match the rhythm Finn set. The breeze carried the spice of their mingled arousal to him and his heart sped. Lips fastened hard around his erection, Finn increased his speed. Anxious fear leaped through him, but the adrenaline rush only added to the arousal.
Strange, I shouldn’t be… “Oh, Finn…”
“I hear you, love.”Finn’s thoughts came to him, clear and warm. “Hold tight, stay close.”
The tightening rush of orgasm hit half a breath before the seizure. The sudden lurch and plunge terrified him. For amoment, he fell into an endless abyss but soon blue light enveloped him, cradling him in a tender love song…
“Finn?”
“Oof, bucko, you do enjoy frightening the mischief out of me, don’t you?” Finn finished covering the convulsing body on the porch and rose.
“What do you mean?”He regarded his body, disoriented, unable to recognize himself.
“How you jerked away. I had a wee bit of trouble catching you up.”
“Sorry. Do you need a minute?”
Finn’s fingers closed on the air in the now-familiar gesture of negation. “Do you? You seem a bit wavery, my hero.”
He tore his attention away from his face, slack-jawed and drooling. “How can anyone stand to look at me again after watching that?”
“The fits are distressing,” Finn answered softly. “But more because you suffer than because of the contortions you are forced through.”
“Very sweet, but still—”
“You must shed your self-doubt now, Diego.” Finn’s shape melted as he advanced, his human form stretching and expanding. The nightmare steed from his first encounter with the wendigo stood before him, tossing his head. “Your warrior spirit has lain dormant, but it must live in you still. Mount, my hero. Hunt with me.”
A shudder of dislocation ran through Diego. The wendigo had demanded the same thing. “Damn it, Finn, how am I supposed to mount without a body? I don’t even know how to ride.”
Horse-Finn stamped a hoof. “You are without the limits of flesh now. And you must maintain the connection yourself. I will have other things to devour my attention. For the love of all thegods, stop dallying. The beast begins to stir, and we will soon lose the sun.”
While his limbs appeared made of translucent, golden light, Diego still felt as if he had a body. Probably part of the problem. He struggled to recall how it had felt the day before, reaching for Finn’s stars, pulling in the lightning. Then, as if he stepped sideways though a half-open door, he found that strange angle of consciousness again. Finn’s blue glow beckoned to him, not the horse, not the man-shape, but the true core of his being.
So beautiful…The connection between them materialized for him, bright tendrils, rainbow hued, bridges between their bodies and their essences, stretching back through the centuries.
He came to Finn and nestled close against him, closer than two bodies could ever be. Finn’s anxiety hit him with such poignancy he wanted to weep, but the love enveloping him, heated and deep-rooted, gave him strength. He envisioned himself mounted on Finn’s back and found his view of the world elevated to a greater height than he was used to.
“Much better, love. Stay with me.” Finn snorted and took off at a breakneck gallop.
“It’s awake?”
