Page 133 of Finlay

Just as I knew he’d make me happy too.

I sank my teeth into his flesh. He gasped as my power flowed between us, building the impenetrable and eternal bond.

Within seconds, it was done. I licked at the wound to seal it, and the sight of it caused almost overwhelming joy to bubble up in me. Chester would wear my marks forever now. He was mine.

Always.

“What is that?” Chester said, touching his chest in wonder—a wonder that flowed directly from him and into me. “It’s happiness, but it’s…”

“It’s from me.” I bracketed his hips with my hands and rubbed my nose against his. “We can feel each other’s emotions through the bond.”

“That’s wild,” he said. “All emotions?”

“Yes.” My voice turned husky as I latched on toexactlywhat Chester was feeling. “Including lust.”

Chester groaned as I caught his lips. I was still naked, not having bothered to dress after shifting. Chester, however, was wearing far too many clothes for my liking.

I shoved his shirt up, breaking the kiss just long enough to fling it away. When I got to his trousers, I belatedly remembered he’d cooked dinner. “Shit. Will the food keep?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Chester said hoarsely, reaching down to stroke my cock. “What I’m feeling right now…it’s insane. I can’t think straight.”

“Me either. I need you, m’eudail. I can’t wait.”

“Yes.” Chester tried to unbutton his jeans, but his hands were shaking too much, and he whined in frustration until Ibatted them away. Peeling his jeans down his legs, I knelt on the floor, tapping each of his feet in turn to get him to lift them. I was about to stand when I realised his cock was level with my mouth.

So, I did the only sane thing and wrapped my lips around it.

“Oh fuck,” Chester panted, his hands going to my head to steady himself. “Yes, Finn.”

Feeling his lust increase as I did certain things was a fucking trip. I couldn’t wait to explore his body and just pay attention to the bond. I bet I could find pleasurable areas on Chester that he didn’t even realise existed.

Not today though. The bond was too new. Too fresh. The extreme flood of desire coming from Chester was making it hard for me to think about anything other than being inside him.

Giving his cock one final suck, I got to my feet. The kitchen window caught my eye and a plan began to unfold. “Bend over the sink, m’eudail.”

I didn’t wait to see if he obeyed, just dashed upstairs to grab the lube. My cock twitched when I returned to see Chester exactly where I’d told him to be. He was bracing his elbows on the draining board, his arse pushed out wantonly and legs spread wide.

There wasn’t a drop of shame or embarrassment in the bond as he glanced back over his shoulder. “Hurry, Finn.”

“You are so fucking sexy,” I growled, coming up behind him. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” He gave a small gasp as my hand slid down his crease. “I can’t believe this is my life.”

I planted a kiss between his shoulder blades as I started working him open. “For centuries to come, m’eudail.”

My gaze drifted out the window to the spot where Iused to fall apart. Where Chester had put me back together for the final time when he’d confessed his love for me. If it had been warmer, I would’ve taken him out there.

In the summer,I vowed.

Besides, right here was another special place. “How many times did you watch me from this window, Chester?”

He moaned as I caressed his prostate. “Every day.”

“Did you picture me doing this?”

“Yes,” he whined, pushing back on my fingers harder. “Exactly this. You coming in from the loch and fucking me, water dripping from your skin.”

“We’ll make that happen,” I promised, removing my fingers and replacing them with the head of my cock. “For now though, let’s make part of the fantasy come true.”

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