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seemed to defy gravity and physics. Hugh must have gained mastery over time and space

during their separation—it was the only explanation for the second orgasm that roared through

Finch like a speeding train. He thought it might have been the most intense one of his life.

After Finch stopped sobbing out his release, Hugh carried him deftly back to the bed in the

center of the room and put him down carefully, like Finch was the most precious and fragile

Meissen figurine in his entire hoard, then spooned him from behind.

Sleepy and content, Finch still had to point out, “I thought you were going to knot me, sir. Did

you change your mind?”

Hugh growled in his ear. “I’m not done with you yet, Finch. Don’t think you can fly away from

me.”

“I’m fairly sure I couldn’t walk away from you, let alone fly,” Finch replied, snuggling his

posterior against Hugh’s still-hard cock.

“Good. Never, ever leave me. I won’t allow it. Do you hear me, Finch?” Hugh raised Finch’s

leg then guided his cock back into Finch’s body. He began to slowly fuck Finch with a

methodical rotation of his hips. “I love how you take my cock. You were always my star, so

remote and beautiful and untouchable, but now you’re mine and I’ll keep making you mine over

and over and over. My dragonet. My love. My mate. Are you ready for me, sweet Finch?”

Finch felt like he’d been ready for this his entire life. “Yes, Hugh,” he gasped. “Please. I need—

”

Hugh thrust into Finch even more deeply and let out a tremendous roar of pleasure. His hot

spend filled Finch’s body, then there was the delicious feeling of utter fullness and connection.

While Finch basked in the moment and enjoyed the way Hugh’s knot bound them together, his

mind drifted to random things, rather like a child gathering shells at the beach, keeping some

and discarding others based on an inner logic no one else could begin to understand. Part of

it, he was sure, came down to Hugh’s influence. In small ways, feeling the things Hugh did

shaped Finch’s train of thought. The bond truly was a curious and wonderful thing.

“Hmm?” Hugh asked in a near whisper after several moments of silence. Curiosity flowed

through their mate bond. “What’s this, Finch?”

“What’s what?”

Hugh brushed his fingers over Finch’s left shoulder blade. “This. I don’t remember you having

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