Finn rocked his hips into Jaime, cock thick and hard as he grunted and huffed into his hair, going deeper with every carefulthrust inside. “Oh fuck, baby. You feel so good. You’re sotight, so perfect. Mine, you’re mine, Jaime. I’m in you, now.”
Finn’s hips fell out of rhythm, like he stopped himself from going further, and his voice broke on a plea. “Jaime, I can’t—hmmph—hold back, anymore?—”
He sounded wrecked, the low timber of his voice pitching high with every measured thrust in. Jaime heard the wolf, too, like he was also there to claim what was his. What was theirs.
Mate.
And Jaime was so ready to be claimed. “Give it to me. More—more. I want—hiccup—want you. Deeper.”
Finn whined in gratitude, lifting up just enough to palm the nape of Jaime’s neck with one clawed hand, and his hip with the other.
“I love you,” he growled.
And then Finn fucked into him hard, bottoming out.
Jaime howled, limbs scrambling for purchase as Finn began pumping into him in deep, brutal strokes. Jaime’s cock, which had flagged during the initial press in, was a steel bar hanging between his legs, his balls tight as he shifted against the pillow from Finn’s pounding. In this position, with his ass up and his back bowed beneath Finn’s anchoring hold, Jaime felt his thrusts moving deeper inside of him than he ever thought possible.
It was euphoric.
Finn seemed to have completely lost himself in the pleasure, a jumble of praise and command tumbling out of his mouth between grunts and hitched breaths. “Take it—take it. That’s right. Yes, my mate. My good boy. Right in your belly. You—you want my cock? My—cum? You want your mate to knot you? Breed you? Stuff you f-full—full?”
Finn was all around him, his entire world, everything he knew—over him and in him and holding him. His words washedover Jaime, and he could feel Finn so deep, he imagined that if he pressed on the soft pouch of his lower belly he would feel Finn moving there.
The thought had him mewling, wanting more, more,more.Finn shifted his hips just enough to hit Jaime’s prostate, over and over and over, and he sobbed in pleasure, his orgasm floating just out of reach. Breaths hitching, he reached back to claw at Finn’s hip, wanting him closer, deeper still.
“Finn—nnngh, please! Please!Please!”
Jaime didn’t know what he was begging for, but Finn did. Finn always knew what he needed—and he always gave it to him.
The hand at Jaime’s nape slid beneath him, wrapping across his chest and the opposite shoulder, angling Jaime’s neck just so. Suddenly, Finn’s teeth were there, hovering over that spot, teasing.
“Say—it. Say you’re m-my mate. Say you want my claim—Jaime.”
Finn’s breath was hot against the sweaty, curling hairs at Jaime’s nape. He felt the bond pulsing deep in his bones, a matching thrum to Finn’s grinding cock against his prostate—something intrinsic within him calling out, needing to claim and be claimed.
Jaime was Finn’s, and Finn was his.
His thrusts punched the words out of Jaime. “I want it.Hiccup. I’m yours—yours—yours. And you’re mine,hmmph, mine. I want—it.Please,Finn.Oh!”
Jaime felt the swelling start, Finn’s cock dragging even more on his withdrawals, catching on Jaime’s rim deliciously as he stuffed him full again. His own erection was aching, the friction against the pillow just on the edge of not enough.
As the pressure from Finn’s knot heightened even more, making Jaime wonder if they could do this—if it would fit—his teeth were in him, biting.
Claiming.
And then Finn’s knot blew wide, Jaime’s eyes rolling back when his rim swallowed and fluttered behind the bulge as the pleasure-pressure on his prostate throbbed up his spine.
Finn released the bite and sobbed, “Ohfuck, baby—baby, look at y-you. At us. You’re so full—full of me. I’m going to b-breed you, now,Jaime!”
He leaned forward again, and gripped Jaime’s hands in his, completely covering him. They came with a euphoric shout, one following just after the other. Jaime shot ropes of cum up the pillow beneath him as Finn anchored him down, making him take it, knot lodged deep as he rocked inside and pumped his cum into Jaime’s belly with a muffled roar, face buried in Jaime’s neck.
Jaime shook and twitched when his orgasm ripped his breath away, pathetic mewls and sobs the only sound coming from him as he squirmed beneath Finn, the movement pressing him further onto his knot.
It was all so much; the pleasure was overwhelming as Finn’s thick cock kicked, spilling in him, his knot and teeth and claim all consuming.
Finn purred above him, his entire body a trembling mess while he continued to rock his hips in aborted motions, plugging Jaime up and filling him. He began lapping at the mating bite, shushing Jaime’s wet, hitched breaths as the aftershocks moved through them both.
Time slipped from Jaime. Finn’s chest rumbled while he hovered over him, still knotted deep inside. It could have been hours, or days, or maybe just a few minutes.
