No pesky clothes hiding what was mine.
“Do it,” Finn demanded.
And what he wanted, he got.
His cock sprang free, and a growl escaped my throat.
The tip of his cock glistened in the light, beads of precum running down his shaft.
I wanted to lick it off.
Taste him—in all the ways he’d let me.
“Eric,” Finn moaned, spreading his legs for me in clear invitation. “Fuck me.”
Every plan I had about taking it slow went out of the window. Fast.
One moment, I was admiring his naked form, his creamy soft skin, the light dusting of hair on his chest, a group of freckles just beneath his belly button, the next I was two fingers deep inside his hole, swallowing his moans with my mouth.
“More,” Finn gasped against my lips, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “Fuck me. I’m ready.”
My cock jumped, need tinting my vision.
His blood pumped through his veins, fast and strong; the scent of his arousal surrounding us like a cloud, driving my need higher and higher.
I pulled my fingers out and lined my cock up with his hole, watching him for signs of struggle as I pushed in.
Finn grabbed at the bedsheets under him, his fingers curling in the soft material, head thrown back, his throat bared for me, pulse fluttering.
Bite, a voice inside me said, my need to mate him crashing into me with a vengeance. He was basically offering himself up to me, and it’d be oh so easy to give in. To bind us together.
And I would.
Soon.
But not today.
Not in this dingy apartment, and not when I didn’t have the time to properly take him apart piece by piece for hours and hours on end until he was fucking begging me to claim him asmine. Until he was begging me to make him mine forever. To bind us.
I leaned in and kissed the spot where my mark would go. Where I’d sink my fangs into him.
Finn arched his back, his eyes slamming shut.
“Do it,” he whispered, baring his neck to me. “Bite me.”
I was so fucking close already, and for a moment, my need surpassed everything.
But at the last second, I moved my head just enough to miss the spot I desperately wanted to sink my fangs into and bit his throat.
Finn’s shout of ecstasy filled the whole apartment, his scent becoming even more potent as he spilled his cum between us while his blood filled my mouth.
My orgasm crashed into me, completely overloading my system as my body spasmed.
“Finn,” I whispered against his neck, licking over the wound to close it. “I fucking love you.”
He laughed weakly, the sound breathless and hoarse. “You mean… you love… fucking me.”
“That too.” I chuckled. “But I meant it. I love you. And I can’t wait for you to move in with me. Having you close all the time, your scent filling my room… it’s gonna be amazing.”
