He was floating in that liminal space between consciousness and pleasure-induced black-out, stars dancing behind his eyes and only aware of Finn all around him, when he heard the soft words that would bind them together forever.
“I claim you, Jaime Lamont. In love, honor, and gratitude. You are mine, and I am yours.”
Thick arms banded around his middle, keeping him close as they shifted to the side. Jaime whined at the stretch and pull on his rim, Finn’s knot jostling as they adjusted before settling, spooned together.
He took Finn’s hands again where they were wrapped around him, and with the weight of them on his heart, Jaime repeated the words that ached to be free.
“And I claim you, Finn Winters. In love, and honor, and gratitude. You are mine, and I am yours.”
Whether it was a true physical connection, or some indefinable emotional bond, Jaime didn’t know. But he felt those words wrap around his heart, felt them pull him further into Finn’s embrace. And he swore that he could feel Finn’s joy and wonder echoing his own, swelling along with the purr coming from deep in his chest.
Jaime knew that tug would always remain, a comforting presence connecting him to his love, his mate, forever.
Finn’s knot finally softened, and cum spilled down Jaime’s thighs, making them wet and sticky as he pulled out. He carried Jaime to their bathroom where they bathed together in the hot water, and as Finn fussed over the newly-healed mating marks that he’d left on Jaime’s neck, as they exchanged hushed exclamations of awe and pleasure at the joining they’d just shared, as they pressed soft words of love into each other’s skin—Jaime knew that this was always meant to be.
Whether they met a year ago, or five years from now, or in another lifetime altogether, they would always find their way home to each other.
Epilogue
JAIME
1 YEAR LATER
“Mr. Lamont, please state your name, and spell it for the record.”
Fiddling with the tie that felt too tight around his throat, Jaime took a deep, steadying breath, and looked up. Not at DA Rivera, who had just called him to the witness stand to testify against Jeffrey Dugan, but at his mate, sitting in the front row.
Finn’s eyes were already on him, full of warmth and pride that Jaime felt echoed deep in his chest.
Next to him sat Sam, whose gaze was the other side of Finn’s coin. His pride was fierce, and the nod he gave was resolute in his trust that Jaime could do this.
And on the other side of Sam, was Silas. Silas, who had whooped and hollered, picking Jaime up and spinning him around before crushing them both in a bear hug the day after he and Finn had claimed each other, exclaiming how happy he was that they were brothers now.
Finally, on the end sat Sheppard. Reserved as always, but his usually stoic features softened a touch as he smiled in support.
So much had happened since that day the media swarmed his house and Finn had thundered back into his life. They’d all been through a great deal together, and Jaime was thankful every day for them, for his family, and especially that they were all there to support him today.
Gaze skittering back to Finn, mooring him, he cleared his throat, and began.
Jaime’s handbraced against the headboard, stopping his slide up every time Finn brutally fucked into him. “Yes, like that! Harder, please. Just like that—that, Finn. Fuck!”
Finn hiked Jaime’s legs up higher on his shoulders, nearly bending him in half as he ground his hips down, whispering filth into his ear. “Is this what you need, baby? You n-need me all the way inside you, stuffing my cock deep in your—b-belly?”
Jaime mewled, unable to form words anymore. He could tell by the way his hole stretched around the base of Finn that his mate would come soon, and fuck, he was nearly there just from Finn pegging his prostate with his thick, blunt tip.
Jaime snaked his other hand between them, canting his hips up higher to give Finn the best angle, the angle that always had them both screaming each other’s names, and took his cock in hand, pumping hard to bring himself over the edge.
“Come inside me, baby. I’m close. Fill me—fill me up. Up. Breed—breed me,please. Knot me and make your m-mate come.”
That was something new they’d learned together after Finn had knotted him for the first time. No matter that he couldn’tactually get Jaime pregnant, asking Finn to breed him was the equivalent of a vibrator on high direct to Finn’s prostate, with how fast it made him blow his load deep in Jaime’s ass.
And Jaime fucking loved it.
One day when Jaime was working on a watercolor commission for a local client from home, Finn had texted saying how bored he was, and how much he wished someone would call with an emergency request to get him out of all the paperwork piled up on his desk.
So, Jaime had slicked himself up, sat on the plug he hadn’t used in ages because Finn knotted him so often, and snapped a selfie. He’d replied, telling Finn that he’d worked up quite the emergency situation at home and that he desperately needed Finn’s help, before sending him the photo, captioned,Breed me.
Finn’s truck had screeched into the driveway only a few minutes later, feet stomping up the stairs two at a time before he’d burst into their bedroom, bent Jaime over the dresser, and fucked him with a ferocity he hadn’t seen before.
