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Jaime turned his head so they could see each other, and reached a hand back to squeeze Finn’s wrist. “Green. So, so green. I need you to fuck me right now. I need you to let go, Finn. Let the wolf out. I want you, and him. Both of you.Allof you. He’s mine, and I’m his, and I need you tolet go.”

Jaime’s words cracked Finn wide open, and he felt like all of his heavy, damaged parts were spilling out and floating away into the night air. They didn’t belong inside of him anymore. Not when he was with Jaime.

Free. I’m free.

Give me my mate. He wants me.

I want him.

Let’s take him. Together.

Together.

Together. Yes, they would take Jaime, together.

Chapter 6

Jaime

HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Jaime had never been more aware that he was mated to someone who was both a man and a wolf than he was in that moment, staring into Finn’s near-black eyes, completely eclipsed by pupils blown wide with lust and feral possession.

Finn always made him feel seen, but this was another level ofknowing, and it sent a hot pulse of pleasure up his spine.

Finn had kept such a tight hold on his instincts lately, and Jaime could sense how wound up he was. The wolf needed a chance to stretch his legs, to burn through the wildness that had built up inside, and Jaime would happily shoulder whatever he could to help.

He knew Finn had never truly let go this way, had never explored his wolfy instincts intimately with another person before they met, and those instincts had only grown stronger since they came together last spring. So to be a safe place for Finn to let go, to be the one he could fully be himself with, was the greatest honor of Jaime’s life.

It was also really,reallyfucking hot.

Finn snarled and tore the cloak from Jaime’s shoulders, ripping his shirt off with it and tossing them away. He reached around to the front of the stupid pants Jaime still had on and with the flick of a claw, Finn snapped the lacings, yanking open the front panel. With his teeth, he pulled them down just past his ass—low enough that Jaime felt his hot exhales where his balls hung heavy and full, but he couldn’t push his legs any wider, and he squirmed at the restriction.

It wasn’t the same as being tied up. For one, he was very conscious and aware that it was Finn’s hands holding him, and no one else’s. And the knowledge that he’d been caught by Finn, unable to move because his mate made it so, was heady. Finn’s feral possession and need was an elixir, rushing through Jaime’s veins and rewiring his brain.

He’d never be fully rid of Jackson Bishop’s memory, the nightmares that plagued him, or the work he’d continue to do to heal his mind. But if anyone in this world could walk alongside Jaime through that trauma, it was Finn, with his strong arms and endless love.

And just as Jaime had known to release Finn from holding back his wolf, Finn gave Jaime exactly what he needed out of their game, too. He pressed words into the bite marks he’d made on Jaime’s ass, reverent and sure. “You think you can get away from me? You think you can run?”

Finn snarled, and nipped at the bruises until Jaime whined and shuddered in his grip. “You can’t. I’ll always come for you. I’ll always find you,mate. You’re in my blood, in my bones. You’re engraved on my soul. There’s not a corner of the world where I couldn’t reach you.”

Jaime melted beneath Finn with each word, his eyes going soft and hazy and his half-assed attempts to squirm away ceased altogether.Thiswas what he’d needed tonight—the absolute truth that Finn would always find him was the high he chased,and it lit him up like the first hit of a favorite forbidden drug, every time.

Jaime only ran so that Finn would catch him. And now that he was caught, he’d give of himself wholly.

Finn ripped open several packets of lube with his teeth and drizzled them over Jaime’s hole, and he clenched from the cold shock. Clumsy from the way his pants bunched around his thighs, he jerked away, but Finn held tight. “This was inevitable. You were made for me; your mouth was made for sucking my cock. And my knot is the only thing that can fill you the way you want. The way you need. Isn’t that right?”

Finn shifted his big body back over Jaime’s, angling his ass up so their hips aligned. Snugging the blunt head of his cock up against Jaime’s hole, Finn leaned over and bit at his side, making Jaime yelp. “Isn’t that right, mate?”

“Yes,” Jaime moaned. “Y-yes. It will always be you. You’ll always find me. I’m yours. Yours.”

Finn snarled, his breath hot against Jaime’s nape. “Good boy,” he breathed, and pushed in.

Jaime’s eyes rolled back at the stretch, fingers curling when the first tight ring of muscle nearly shoved Finn’s cock back out as it contracted. Jaime had prepped well, yes, butfuck.Finn usually worked him up to three fingers right before he entered him in his partial shift, because it wasnecessary,and Jaime almost couldn’t bear the initial stretch, stars dancing across his eyelids.

Finn grunted when Jaime’s insides squeezed around his girth. Jaime huffed and whined when he tried to widen his knees to ease the pressure and couldn’t, caught in his constricting pants. “Finn,please, let me j-just—mmph—adjust.Oh fuck!”

Finn didn’t stop.

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