Page 58 of Finlay

“No buts,” I said firmly, stroking down his crease. “Except this butt, of course. This delicious, addictive, fucking sexy as hell butt that I’m dying to bury myself inside.”

He pulled back so he could study my face. “But not tonight, right?”

“No,” I admitted softly. “Not for the reason you think though.”

I could tell he didn’t quite believe me. That I wasn’tspeaking loudly enough to drown out the voices he’d lived with so long.

Perhaps honesty would suffocate them instead.

“If we do that, there’s no reason for us to do this again,” I said softly. “I know you said ye were down for a repeat, but I can’t help but worry that you’ll change your mind. That if I give ye everything, ye won’t want more. I know that’s a stupid, selfish thing to think, but that’s what made me hesitate. And I’m sorry. It goes against everything I said about not pushing you and putting your needs first, but I canna help but want more.”

Chester smiled, cupping my face. “I’ve been very well acquainted with both stupid and selfish men in the past, Finn, and I can assure you that you’re neither.”

I leaned into his touch. “I’m happy to fuck you now, Chester. My feelings aren’t your responsibility. You don’t owe me another night, or anything past that. You’re in control here, always.”

My wolf didn’t protest at that, which was odd. Even with Danny, who was my literal alpha, he often kicked up a fuss about being told what to do. I never let it show, but it was there.

I’d been born a beta, but my wolf was more alpha than he should have been. That he was willingly submitting to this human…

Yeah. Chester was special. Very, very special.

He paused, biting his lip. I didn’t rush him, just silently waited for him to make up his mind.

“You’re right,” he said eventually. “I don’t think we should do that tonight.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his head. “Listen, Finn, I can’t pretend that I see some bright future for us.”

“I’m not asking for that.” Yet.

“I know. But I’m not saying that’s not on the cards either.”

Hope bubbled up so fast I almost choked on it. I fought to keep my face placid. “What are ye saying then?”

“I’m saying I want another night, and as stupid as it sounds…” He sighed again. “Maybe knowing there’s something we both want to do that we’ve ‘left off the table’…well, my brain might allow me to get on board with that easier. You’re not wrong in thinking I might change my mind when I’m not in the heat of the moment.” He gave me a strained smile, cringing slightly. “Sorry. Bet you didn’t realise what kind of mess you were wandering into.”

I kissed his forehead. “It just so happens that I love mess. Taking care of it and putting everything back where it should be can be very satisfying.”

Chester pinched my side, making me yelp. “There’s no way you can be real.”

I nudged my still hard cock against his. “Do I not feel real to ye, Chester?”

He moaned, his eyes darkening. He’d lost his erection during our conversation, but it was returning rapidly. “Some parts of you do, yes.”

I chuckled, nibbling at his jaw. That was fine. I wasn’t expecting Chester to believe me yet. He’d soon learn that I wasn’t joking. That everything I felt about him was deadly serious. “Did you get the lube?”

Wriggling until he had an arm free, he reached behind him and returned with the lube in hand. “Here, you’re in charge.”

My nip to his jaw was slightly sharper this time, drawing a delicious hiss from him. “That’s fucking right. In here, at least.”

Neither of us commented on what I left unsaid. I’d already accepted that this human held my lead. I wondered how long it would take for Chester to realise it too.

Lubing up my hand, I reached between us and grabbed both of our cocks in my hand. With firm strokes, I slicked us both up.

“Fuuuuck,” Chester moaned, his eyes drifting shut as he thrust into my grip. “You feel so good, Finn.”

It did feel good, but it wasn’t enough. We weren’t touching enough. I needed more.

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