Silas whined again, and said something way too fast for Finn to believe he’d heard him correctly. “Yourdickmightgetaknotwhenyoucome.”
A beat of silence. Two. Three.
“I beg your pardon.”
Silas tipped forward, resting his face against his crossed arms over the steering wheel, words muffled and resigned. “When you have sex in your partial shift, your dick might swell at the base forming a knot. It will get stuck inside… whatever your dick is inside. So maybe have a conversation about that, too. Before, you know. Surprise.”
Surprise.
Surprise, Jaime. You’re my mate and if you’re cool with it I’m going to bite you to tie us together for life and then I’m going to fuck you when I’m all wolfy and hairy, and then my dick will swell and get stuck in your ass?
Of course Finn knew what knotting was, he was a grown man who’d been on the internet before. Sometimes you’d stumble across something you couldn’t unlearn. But he’d thought that was just embellishment. An exaggeration from humans who had been with well-endowed shifters, and the truth got trickled down and mashed up with real wolf mating behavior, and then turned into lore and imagination due to most of the world still being in the dark about the whole ‘paranormal creatures dwell among us’thing.
Although, he had to adjust himself at the thought of knotting Jaime—locking them together, pressing his cock deep, grinding against his prostate and making him squirm and whimper and beg beneath him, holding him down and making him take it.
Jaime would take it so well. He’d be such a good boy.
Well, it hadn’t taken him long to get on board with that.
Silas groaned. “Pleasestop thinking about doing it! Fuck, this is already uncomfortable enough without you stinking up the truck.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who brought it up!” He shouldn’t complain, though. If Silas hadn’t told him, this could have been a very bad situation where he truly scared or hurt Jaime.
If he ever decided to talk to Finn again.
“Why has no one told me about this before? Why didn’t you tell me about this before? I knew about the whole‘biting your mate means forever’ thing, but a knot? My dick will actually change? What the fuck?”
Silas sighed, resigned to his fate and probably wondering what he’d done to earn this particular level of hell. “I didn’t tell you because it never came up. You never asked about shiftingduring sex, and you never indicated that you had met someone you thought might be your mate. And, shockingly, I wasn’t particularly anxious to have this conversation!” He continued, “Wolves knot their mates to ensure pregnancy. It’s a carryover.”
Finn went pale. “Wait, you’re not saying?—”
Silas guffawed. “Christ, no, Finny. You can’t get him pregnant. But on that note, condoms will be pretty useless if you knot him. Just so you know.”
“Right. Well. Thanks for the information.”
“Sure. Let’s never do it again.”
Finn couldn’t get out of the truck fast enough, this time. “Yep. Never again. I’m going for a run to forget all of this.”
Silas waved as he headed off.
He smells like ours.
Bite him and knot him, make him ours.
Finn bounded along the edge of the lake, through the trees, and made a giant circle in the Alaskan wilderness surrounding Jaime’s cabin. The intense smells and sounds, along with the stretch and strain in his legs that had built up from staying too long in one form brought him some of the relief he was looking for, but that constant drum beat of want remained, always tugging him back to the cabin.
Back to Jaime.
Thump, thump, thump.
Don’t deny yourself a lifetime of happiness and companionship out of fear.
Thump, thump, thump.
Claim him and knot him.
Now that it was there in his mind, he couldn’t shake it. It was like some innate, instinctual part in him had reared its head, sensing his arousal at the thought of knotting Jaime, and now it was a lingering, steady pulse that simmered low in his groin.
