“So, youdoalways take your clothes off before you turn into a giant wolf.”
Jaime was seated on the couch before the fire, naked except for the blanket draped around his waist. Finn had fussed over him when they ventured downstairs, tucking him in before he made dinner, but Jaime had batted him away.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t cherish the attention, but there really was no need. Yes, he was a little sore from the deep pounding Finn had just given him, but he secretly loved it—loved seeing and feeling the evidence of Finn’s desire, his loss of control. Finally coming together with him, feeling Finn so deep inside of him, was pure ecstasy.
He couldn’t wait to do it again.
Jaime slurped down the best chicken and dumplings he’d ever had, and eyed Finn as he finished his dinner first and set the empty bowl on the coffee table.
“Ok, you ate. Now will you show me?”
Finn huffed, and Jaime beamed as he stood.
Finn gave him a look. “You would take your clothes off too, if you’d ripped through as many good shirts as I have over theyears. Also, I’m still not convinced that we shouldn’t have you checked for a concussion or sleep deprivation. You’re handling the fact that I turn into an animal entirely too well.”
Jaime shrugged. “The government basically told us that aliens are real a few years ago. This is not that much more of a stretch.”
At Finn’s disbelieving look, Jaime asked, “What? Would you have preferred it if I panicked and flung holy water at you or something?”
“That’s vampires.”
Jaime choked on a dumpling, coughing. “Holy fuck, are vampires real? Are aliens real? Witches? Bigfoot? Oh my God, is the Megalodon real?”
Finn smirked, and shook his head as if to say,I’m standing in front of my mate, naked, about to turn into a giant wolf, and he’s more concerned about Sasquatch?
Ticking his answers off on his fingers, Finn replied, “Yes, fuck if I know, yes, I’ve heard he’s an asshole, and baby, please do not go into the ocean alone. Ever. I don’t know if there’s a giant shark swimming around out there or not, but you definitely should not mess with the merfolk.”
Jaime gaped at him, spoon frozen halfway up to his mouth. Processing.
Mermaids.
“You’re fucking with me.”
Finn grinned. “No, I’m not. But if you’d like, we can take this upstairs for another go.”
A matching smile stretched across Jaime’s face, so wide it ached. “I fucking love you. We’re talking about this more later. Please, show me your wolf now.” He gestured with his spoon for Finn to continue, who just shook his head in fond exasperation.
And then he turned into a wolf the size of a horse.
As with his partial shift, a tremor passed through Finn’s body before he bunched and stretched into this form. Landing on four feet, the wolf shook his head before lifting great, big, soil brown eyes up to peer right at Jaime, and huffed.
Jaime blinked, setting down his now empty bowl. Logically, he knew that it was Finn looking back at him, but still, some part of his brain was very aware that he was now trapped in a small cabin with a giant predator.
He swallowed, and swore the great wolf tracked the movement. “Right. Yes, I see. You’re a wolf. Very… wolfy. Are real wolves actually this large? Your paws are the size of my head. Or, well, I guess you are a real wolf too, obviously. But like, the ones everyone else knows about.”
Finn took one large step forward and butted his head against Jaime’s chest, stopping his rambling. Reflexively, Jaime reached up and dug his fingers into the fur around Finn’s ears, scratching there. He listened as a deep rumble came from Finn, and all of his nervousness left him.
Giggling, he crooned, “My wolf who purrs.”
Finn chuffed, the purring growing louder as he nuzzled his head all along Jaime’s neck and chest. He felt Finn’s body begin to rock back and forth, and looked up to see Finn’s tail. Wagging.
Finn, the giant wolf who purred, was wagging his tail at Jaime.
“Oh my God, you’re adorable.” He stood up, taking the blanket with him wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, and ran his hands along Finn’s side and down to his tail, walking along his great big body. With his head raised, Finn was tall enough to look Jaime right in the eye.
“You have a tail, and you can purr. Really, Finn, why are you socute?”
Finn huffed at that, but Jaime swore he held his head a little higher. He moved up and around his body and sat down on thecouch again, where Finn promptly pressed his face back into Jaime’s chest. “Do you want me to scratch your ears again?”
