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Finn’s eyes narrowed and I could’ve sworn I saw Buddy looking back at me, but he wasn’t the friendly pup I’d come to love.

No. He was all wolf. A wolf who was ready to claim. To devour. To own.

I couldn’t wait to let him.

Chapter 27

Finn

Ihadn’t intended on pushing Chester to his limits. Honestly, I’d figured we’d come back here and have sex. Passionate, heated sex. Instead, I’d pinned him to the bed while telling him explicitly what Ilovedabout him. Not exactly the carefree time I’d planned.

But I thought he’d needed to hear it as much as I’d needed to say it. I couldn’t stand knowing Chester had someone else’s voice in his head telling him he wasn’t worthy. I wanted to replace it with my own. Or, even better, give Chester the confidence to overwrite it himself. To know he was fucking sexy and that any man should feel nothing but gratitude for being in bed with him.

Baby steps though. That was what I was supposed to do, not word vomit all over him while ensuring he couldn’t escape.

I liked to think I had a better handle on my shifter side than most, but tonight was proving that to be bollocks. Turned out I was just as stubborn, protective, and heated as all the others when it came to Chester.

Determined to get this night back on track, I released Chester’s wrists and reached under the pillow for the lube.

Chester’s lips twitched. “Did you stash that there earlier?”

“I was making some mighty hopeful assumptions about how tonight would go.”

Chester bit his lip. “I kinda love that you did.”

I bent down to kiss him lightly before sliding off him. “I’m always hopeful where you’re concerned.” I nudged his knees wider, unable to stop my hands stroking down his calves as I did so. “Still okay for me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” Chester’s legs were shaking, but his gaze was resolute. “Please, Finn.”

Grabbing a pillow, I jerked my chin. “Lift your hips, m’eudail.”

Chester blushed slightly but did as I asked. I grunted in satisfaction at the position it left him in. “Perfect.”

I touched him lightly at first, getting him used to it. Teasing along his crease. Dusting over his tiny hole. When he was writhing and pleading, I finally stopped to open the lube, and then my slick hand went back between his cheeks. Chester’s breathing hitched, and I glanced up to see a shadow of uncertainty on his face.

“It’s just me and you here, m’eudail,” I said quietly, holding his gaze steadily. “No one else. This is going to be pleasurable for both of us, okay?”

The tension left him as he nodded and offered me a shy smile.

My wolf rumbled in satisfaction at having read him correctly. Chester wanted this, but Matt was still in his head, shouting that he shouldn’t want this, that he was too big, that I was just humouring him.

It was time to erase him for good. From our bedroom, atleast. Outside these walls would take longer, and I was perfectly fine with that.

I smiled softly at Chester as I pressed my pointer finger against the tight muscle. “Relax. I’m going to make this so good for you.”

“I know,” he rasped. “I’m ready.”

I didn’t look away from him as I prepped him. I catalogued the rise and fall of his chest. The flush that deepened across his chest, gracefully inching north up his neck and over his face. How his hands twisted in the sheets. The gasps and moans I hoarded to revisit later.

I stretched him slowly. Chester’s reactions were a marvel. His insecurities had faded away, overtaken by pleasure. His thighs trembled as I added a second finger. I sought out the small bundle of nerves, crooking my fingers to tap against it.

Chester’s hips jumped as though he’d been shocked. “Finn! Oh fuck.”

I kissed the inside of his thigh. “I’ve got you, m’eudail.”

I teased the spot over and over again. Chester’s cock was drooling precum and twitching with every touch.

“Ready for a third?” I asked. “You need it with my size.”

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