“What’s going on?” he asked. When he tried to turn Jonah, Jonah went easily, though it took him a minute to lift his eyes to Finley’s face.
“I feel… guilty.”
Finley frowned. “Guilty? Why?”
“I can’t choose just one of you.”
“Who asked you to?”
“Wh – What?”
“Who asked you to choose? I’m sure it wasn’t one of us.”
“No, but—” Jonah floundered. “Look, Damon said that you and Rafe were more possessive, and I don’t know what that means, but—”
He was cut off when Finley kissed him hard. One hand clamped down on the back of his neck, holding him in place, and Jonah sagged against him. He moaned when Finley sucked on his tongue, hips jerking forward of their own accord.
“No one’s asking you to choose, sweetheart,” Finley said against Jonah’s mouth. “I’m sure we’d all prefer you to remainours,but even I know that’s a lot to ask.” His hand slid down over Jonah’s arse and Jonah understood what Damon had meant by possessive. It was evident in every touch, every look Finley gave him, but he’d seen him look at the others like that, too.
“You all…?”
“Yeah,” Finley said with a little grin. “You saw us. You think any of us pass up a chance to ride Damon? You think Torin hasn’t tangled us all up in his tentacles and talked us into cumming?”
Jonah groaned. “Fuck. Yeah, okay. I get it.”
Finley kissed him again. “Hmm, maybe,” he said when he pulled back.
Jonah frowned, but then he was moving, and he let out a startled yelp when Finley pushed him face down over one of the benches. Heat pressed against his arse before Finley was moving away and Jonah gripped the leather with tight fingers, knowing better than to move.
“Good boy,” Finley said when he returned. He pushed Jonah’s shirt up, his hand hot on Jonah’s lower back. “Remember to tell me if you don’t like anything, okay?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Good.”
Jonah yelped again when Finley grabbed his arms, pinning them against his lower back. His chest pressed against the bench and Finley hesitated, just for a second.
“Do you like this shirt?”
Jonah laughed. “Fuck, I don’t care about the shirt.”
Something fastened around his wrist – around both of them – and when Finley let go and Jonah tested, he could only move them a little way. Cuffs.Fuck.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” Jonah’s voice came out hoarse, and Finley chuckled. He reached around to unfasten Jonah’s trousers, tugging them roughly down to his knees. When his hands dug into Jonah’s hips, claws pricked at his skin. Jonah gasped, cock twitching.
“Shit,” Finley muttered. “Sorry, I—”
“No, that’s—” Jonah pushed back against him. “Fuck, Finley…”
Finley growled, stepping back. Jonah heard the rustle as he unfastened his own jeans, but he didn’t turn his head to look. He gasped when Finley spread him wide, the head of his cock notching against Jonah’s hole.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Finley murmured. He rocked his hips, his cock sliding along Jonah’s crease, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind. “I’ll open you up first.”
Jonah regretted not doing it himself earlier, but playing with the toys hadn’t been his plan for the day. Finley grabbed hisbound wrists, rutting against him still, and Jonah lifted his head to moan.
“You want to play with something else?” Finley asked, voice light with amusement. “I wouldn’t mind paddling that sweet arse of yours. Bet you look pretty in red.”
