Page 91 of Finlay

“Upstairs,” Finn growled in my ear. “I need to be inside you, m’eudail. Now.”

My hole twitched in anticipation. “Yes. Please. Fuck.”

I meant to walk up the stairs. I did. But then I found myself facing him again. Kissing him. Sliding my hands under his shirt.

Finn gave another growl. “Fuck, Chester. You drive me crazy.”

I froze, an old tendril of fear unfurling. “In a good way, right?”

“In the best way.” His tone softened. “Always the best, Chester. Never stop.”

He kissed me again, like he was giving me permission with his body along with his words. Permission to touch him. Taste him. To do whatever I wanted with him.

The rush of power I felt was heady. I’d never had this. Never. One of my hands went to his arse, holding him tight against my groin as I undulated against him.

Finn’s moan was low and filthy. “Hold on, m’eudail.”

His hands went under my arse and suddenly I was airborne.

“What the—” I scrambled to hold on tighter. “Finn, I’m too heavy! You’ll hurt yourself.”

He chuffed a laugh. “No, I really won’t. I could happily carry ye for miles without breaking a sweat. Now kiss me again, Chester.”

A distant part of my mind tried to insist I argue with him more, but it was drowned out by the sheer need I felt for him.

Instead, I kissed him.

Somehow, we ended up in a bedroom.

On a soft bed.

Naked.

I couldn’t tell you how it happened. We must’ve at least bent the laws of physics given how little our lips parted.

There was nothing timid in either of our touches. We were beyond taking things slow, the walk from the clan house to the cabin having eroded any self-control we might’ve had. Finn’s hand went around us both, making memoan into his mouth. My balls drew up tighter as heat rushed through me. It felt good.

Too good.

I pulled away with a gasp. “Need you inside me, Finn.”

He nipped at my swollen bottom lip. “Condom? I can’t transmit or carry human diseases or infections.”

My cock jumped at what he was implying. “You want to go bare?”

“I want whatever ye want.” His voice was like gravel, his dark eyes not leaving me for a second. “I’m just telling ye that that’s an option. If you want.”

“Oh, I want.” I slid my hand between us to stroke his cock. He was uncut, just like me. I pulled back his foreskin and ran my thumb over the sensitive head. “I want you in me just like this.”

“Fuck, m’eudail.” He skimmed his teeth along my neck as I arched into the caress. “Yer just fucking perfect for me.”

His praise had the lustful haze clearing slightly. I stiffened and tried to brush it off with a joke. “Meh, I’m okay, I guess.”

There was a flurry of movement and suddenly Finn was astride my hips. Both my wrists were in one of his hands and pinned to the bed above my head.

“Now ye listen to me, Chester,” he growled. “Ye might not think you’re perfect, but to me, you are.”

I went to protest, but he flicked my nipple with his other hand, making me moan instead.

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