Finn

by Catherine Lievens

  Finn didn’t have a belt on, so it was easy to flick the button of his jeans and lower the zipper, watching Finn shiver as Bryce’s hot breath bathed the wet cotton of his underwear. Slipping his fingers under the pants, Bryce slowly drew them down along with the briefs, stopping at Finn’s feet to take off his shoes and socks. When his mate was finally naked in front of him, Bryce stood up and looked down, taking in the gorgeous sight before him and sending it to memory.

  The five foot five of white skin called to him, but his gaze was drawn to the slender erection that lay on Finn’s stomach. God, Bryce couldn’t wait to feel it in his ass, but it would have to wait. His cock reacted at the thought, a bead of moisture oozing from it and wetting his jeans. He just knew that if he looked down he would see the wet spot on the front of his jeans expanding.

  “Are you going to come back down here?”

  Finn’s voice jerked Bryce away from his fantasies and he hurriedly took off his shirt and jeans. There was something to say about the eroticism of him taking a nude Finn while he was still completely dressed, but they would have to try that another time.

  Before joining Finn on the bed again, Bryce went to the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube, letting it fall on the bed next to his mate. Bryce settled on top of Finn again, taking his lips in an erotic kiss that left him needy and aching. He needed to slip into his mate, but to do that he needed Finn to be stretched. Letting his hands roam on the lithe body under him, Bryce tweaked the two small nipples before grabbing Finn’s erection, feeling it jerk in his hand. He jacked it off slowly, listening to the soft moans and groans coming from his mate. They told him he was doing a good job until now, and he wanted to continue on that path.

  “It would be easier for you if you turned around, what do you think?”

  Finn’s eyes opened and they looked at each other. “I trust you. If you say it’s easier, then I’ll do it. But next time, I want to be able to kiss and hold you, okay?”

  “Of course, babe.” Bryce let go of the hardness in his hand and watched as his mate presented him his ass. He groaned at the image in front of him. Finn was on all fours, his shoulders leaning on the bed and his ass high in the air, beckoning him to come closer and take it. Bryce knelt closer, melting his body onto Finn’s, their thighs flushed together. Sucking his mate’s lobe in his mouth, Bryce stroked Finn’s spine up and down with one hand while reaching for the lube with the other.

  Chapter Four

  Finn’s heart was beating so, so fast. He was anxious, impatient and horny, all thanks to the new sensations that were coursing in his body, like the way Bryce’s thighs were brushing against the back of his own, the short hair crisp on his skin. Or the way Bryce’s lips felt on his heated skin and his teeth on his ear lobe, or even the way his hands were caressing Finn’s flushed skin. There were so many sensations that Finn felt drunk on them, not that he had ever been drunk, but this was the way he imagined it felt.

  He jumped a little when he felt the tip of a cool finger against his hole. He had been so lost in the rest of his body’s reactions that he hadn’t heard Bryce opening the lube, and the feeling of a finger not his own in his most private place was both baffling and scary. Finn knew Bryce wouldn’t hurt him, but still...

  He knew he had to try to relax, but he kept expecting the finger to breach him, and it didn’t help. He knew one finger wouldn’t hurt, though. It was just that this was so intimate. Bryce continued to swirl his finger against Finn’s asshole, patiently waiting for him to relax while crooning soft words in his ear and licking his neck, making Finn shiver in delight.

  When Finn finally surrendered his body to his lover-to-be, relaxing it as much as he could, he felt the tip of Bryce’s finger penetrate him and massage his hole, while Bryce’s other hand slid around his body to grab his cock. Finn mewled, an unexpected zing of pleasure coursing in his spine at the feeling of a foreign hand on his hard shaft. His cock jerked, and he was embarrassingly close to coming. He didn’t want to, though. He wanted to wait for Bryce to be inside of him, for them to finally be one. They wouldn’t mate, yet, but it was still a very important step in their relationship.

  The finger in his ass slipped deeper and a moan escaped Finn’s mouth. It felt so very different from when it was his finger, and he couldn’t wait for it to be Bryce’s dick, even if it made him feel weird to have those thoughts swirling in his head. Not that Finn was a prude or anything, he just had never met anyone who pushed his buttons like Bryce, and it made sense, he supposed. But then Finn was young, very young compared to Bryce, being only nineteen to Bryce’s seventy-two years.

  He felt the second finger a bit more, but he tried not to tense. He knew that the third one would be even worse, and he concentrated on the other sensations. Bryce was playing with his body, slowly jacking off Finn’s cock while his lips moved on his back, following the line of his spine and making him shudder. He was encased in Bryce’s body, and nothing had ever felt so good.

  Bryce smoothed the drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip of Finn’s cock around its head, flicking his nail in the split and taking advantage of the pleasure he was giving Finn to slip the third finger in Finn’s ass. Finn tried to ride through the pain, knowing that it wouldn’t last long, and he was right. He jumped and yelped when Bryce touched his prostate, moaning at the incredible sensation. Yeah, nothing like when it was my finger.

  He couldn’t resist anymore. Bracing himself on his elbows, Finn started moving on Bryce’s fingers, fucking himself on them as he tried to use them to stimulate his prostate again. He whimpered when Bryce suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving him empty, but they were soon replaced by something bigger. Finn felt the head of Bryce’s cock pushing against his hole and he held his breath, even though he knew it wouldn’t help.

  Bryce pushed and Finn felt him enter, just the tip, and he whimpered for a whole different other reason this time. Even though his mate stayed immobile, neither pushing in or pulling out, Finn was feeling as if he was being split open. How could anyone enjoy this? He felt his erection wither as the tight muscle of his asshole stretched to accommodate Bryce’s shaft, the pain radiating into his body.

  His mate never stopped stroking Finn’s back and murmuring soothing words to him, but Finn knew they couldn’t stay like this forever. Not wanting to tell Bryce to just get out and let him be, he concentrated on his muscles, willing them to relax and let his lover in.

  It took a couple of deep breaths but he finally felt the muscle ease and the pain diminishing. Reaching his hand backward and grabbing Bryce’s thigh, he squeezed it. “I’m fine, Bryce. Come on, move.”

  The man behind him did move, but it wasn’t in and out like he wanted. Instead Bryce reached down, grabbing Finn’s soft cock and stroking it with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. That left him plastered to Finn’s back, and Finn could feel every breath Bryce took and every shudder that racked his lover’s body as he slowly slid deeper into Finn’s chute. The triple sensation made his cock spring back to life and Finn groaned as he felt Bryce bottoming out and stopping once more.

  It still hurt a bit, but the burning sensation was not merely painful. Finn was surprised he actually liked it. He liked the burn and the fullness, the feeling of his lover being inside him and making them one. These odd sensations were not unpleasant now that he was getting used to it.

  Turning his head, he looked at Bryce and took in the sight of his lover towering over him and shuddering from the strain he was putting on himself. It made Finn fall a bit for the man. Bryce had been only considerate of Finn, not wanting to hurt him in any way, and now Finn was ready for him to move. He longed to feel his mate move inside him, bringing them both pleasure. “I’m fine, really. You can move.”

  Bryce’s eyes were shining with too many feelings for Finn to read, but the man nodded and slowly started to pull out, making Finn shiver as he felt Bryce’s cock stroking every nerve end in his chute. Bryce kept the pace slow for the first few mov
ements, but it seemed that Finn wasn’t the only one to be on edge. Soon the thrusts were more powerful, Bryce’s grip on Finn’s hips so hard that he just knew he would have bruises, but he didn’t care. He could feel his orgasm approaching again, barreling toward him as Bryce plunged into him faster and harder.

  Finn held on for the ride, trembling when he felt Bryce’s tongue on his neck. He suddenly wanted his mate to bite him. He knew it wouldn’t mate them, but it would begin the bonding process. He would have to drink Bryce’s blood too to finish it.

  Tilting his neck, Finn whispered, “Do it. Bite me.”

  Bryce’s rhythm faltered, the strokes slowing but not completely stopping as he growled, “You sure?”

  “Yesss,” Finn hissed as Bryce nailed his prostate again, making him see stars. “Please, bite me. I want it, I know what I’m doing. Please!”

  Bryce’s hips snapped as the man started to pound into Finn’s ass, his hand echoing the rhythm on his cock. Finn was close, so close as he started to push back against Bryce’s hips, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud and arousing.

  Then Bryce struck, his teeth embedding deep into Finn’s flesh, the pain only a blip before ecstasy filled him, pleasure coursing in his blood and detonating in his cock. Cum spurted from his slit, landing on the comforter under him and on Bryce’s hand as spurt after spurt left Finn’s body, leaving him completely sated and exhausted.

  Finn felt Bryce’s thrusts becoming erratic as the man sucked on his neck, the sensation reverberating in Finn’s entire body. Bryce’s mouth left Finn’s neck as the man roared his release and Finn felt his insides warming as hot cum filled him, marking him from the inside out. He knew how important scent was for shifters, and he knew how satisfying marking him this way had to be for Bryce.

  His mate sagged on top of Finn’s back, the weight nearly bringing him down before Bryce managed to slid to the right, his arm holding Finn’s waist so that they both went down on their sides, avoiding the wet spot on the bed. They were still joined when Finn felt Bryce’s tongue moving on his neck, closing the mating bite and making him shiver.

  “Wow that was...” he whispered, unsure how to describe it.

  Bryce chuckled behind him. “Glad I could leave you speechless.”

  “Yeah, it was that good.”

  Bryce fingered the mark on Finn’s neck and asked, “I was surprised when you asked me to do this. I though you would have wanted more time.”

  Finn shrugged. He didn’t know why he had wanted to begin the bonding process so much, but it felt right, and he wasn’t regretting it. Actually, he couldn’t wait to finish it. It was time to stop being scared and try to go for what he wanted. “I was surprised too, but it felt right. We can wait to finish if you want to, though.”

  “I can’t wait to finish, love, but I’ll leave it to you. My neck is at your disposal whenever you want.”

  * * * *

  Bryce slid from under Finn, careful not to wake his mate. He still couldn’t believe he had woken up this morning with Finn in his bed. He had half thought that Finn would have shimmered out during the night, but it seemed the man had decided he wanted to keep Bryce. They had made love another few times before literally collapsing from exhaustion, but Finn hadn’t finished the bonding process yet. Bryce had felt a little disappointed, but then he had thought about the fact that it was already a big step for Finn to trust him enough to give him his virginity and passing the night together not even a day after they had talked and decided to give a try at having a relationship.

  They had already made so much progress, and Bryce couldn’t have been happier. He wanted this to work. Grabbing his jeans from the floor, he headed toward the door, stopping at the dresser to take a shirt. He was going to go down to the kitchen and bring back breakfast for Finn. The poor man had to be tired with what had happened the day before, and Bryce wanted him to sleep as much as he could. His only concern was that someone could pop in the room while he was away, but he was going to be really quick and hopefully nothing would happen. He didn’t know how long they could stay vigilant in their own home, though. That was the place in which one should be able to relax, and it wasn’t the case now. They would have to come up with a plan to stop Finn’s old clan leader from looking for him.

  Stepping down the stairs, Bryce heard voices coming from the dining room. Looking up at the clock in the entrance, he winced. He hadn’t thought it was already so late. Luckily for him he worked for Ward, so he knew his friend would understand. After all, Bryce had pitched in for him when Ward was trying to woo Jamie into accepting him as a mate, and they were best friends.

  Peeking in, Bryce took care to be seen only by Jamie and motioned to him to make Ward get out of the room. Bryce wasn’t ready yet for the stares and smiles he knew the other members of the pride would give him when they found out he had finally given in and admitted he wanted Finn. He loved them all, well, nearly all of them, but they could be a nosy bunch when they wanted to and he wanted to enjoy his nearly mated status a little bit more before starting to answer the thousand questions that would come his way. Jamie would already ask a lot of those, since he saw the human getting up and following his mate as Ward came up to him.

  “What’s up?” Ward took in Bryce’s disheveled appearance and smiled, probably knowing very well what was up. Shifter’s sense of smell was a bitch when you were trying to hide something like that.

  “Can I take today off work? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before but things went faster than I thought.”

  “Things, huh?” Jamie asked, staring at Bryce’s neck.

  He would never have a mating bite since Finn wasn’t a shifter, and it saddened him a bit. He knew he did have some pretty big hickeys, however, and he liked the fact that Finn had marked him, although from Jamie’s scowl he hadn’t understood it had been Finn to put them there.

  “Yeah. I might have to take more days off until we get a grip on the situation.” Looking around, Bryce checked that no one was eavesdropping and motioned his friends to the kitchen where he started piling pancakes and bacon in a plate. “I’ll have to talk to Dominic and you have to ask Finn for more details, but someone might be after him, and since Nix can pop in and out the house I don’t want him to be alone.”

  Jamie frowned. “What’s going on? Where did he sleep? If he needs someone to stay with him at night he can come and sleep on our couch.”

  “Uh, there’s no need for that.” Bryce wasn’t sure about how much Finn wanted their friends to know, so he tried not to tell too much, but understanding dawned in Jamie’s eyes. At least he would stop scowling and probably stop planning Bryce’s slow and painful death for presumably sleeping with someone other than his mate.

  “Oooh, so he slept with you!”

  Bryce didn’t answer, concentrating on filling two mugs of hot coffee.

  “He doesn’t drink coffee. If you want to bring him something hot, make it tea, or even better, an infusion.”

  Bryce stopped, a little embarrassed that he hadn’t known that. “Do we even have infusions in the house?”

  “Yup. Dominic stocked the kitchen when he found out Finn was coming here regularly.”

  Bryce would so have to thank his Alpha for that. It seemed the lion had taken better care of Finn than Bryce, and he wasn’t even his mate. Bryce couldn’t help the flash of jealousy that ran through him, even if he knew there was absolutely nothing between them but friendship. Dominic was always present for those he considered family, and since Finn was Bryce’s mate, he had adopted the Nix.

  “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” Jamie pushed. Ward was looking at his mate, a fond smile on his face. Bryce sighed. He knew he couldn’t get out of this without being rude, and it was the last thing he wanted. He liked Jamie.

  “I won’t tell you any details—if you want those, you’ll have to go and talk to Finn, but I can tell you that he’s having trouble with his clan, has been for a while.”

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nbsp; “Yeah, I kind of suspected something like that. I saw the bruises more than once, but he never wanted to talk about it.”

  God, had everyone known but Bryce? Was he that lousy as a mate? Pushing a mug full of water in the microwave, Bryce looked around the cupboards, unsure on where he could find those infusions. Jamie indicated the one on his right, and Bryce found them right there. He was feeling more and more like a bastard, but he didn’t know what to do about it except what he was already doing.

  Jamie grabbed the coffee Bryce wouldn’t need and fixed it with sugar and cream before taking a sip and looking back at him, his eyes piercing as if he was trying to read Bryce. “You’re not going to hurt him anymore, right?”

  Bryce was glad Finn had friends who stood up for him. Now, if they could be a little less nosy... “No. I finally got what all of you were trying to tell me. We talked, and we’re working on our relationship.” What Jamie saw on Bryce’s face must have been enough, because the human nodded and returned to his coffee.

  “Good. I’ll trust you this time too, but if you so much think about breaking up with him, I’ll hunt you down and nail your balls to my living room wall.”

  Bryce’s legs involuntarily tightened and he had to resist the urge to cup his balls. He knew Jamie might not be strong enough to actually do what he had just said, but Dominic and Ward were. “Don’t worry, I already had a similar conversation with Dominic. He’ll kick my ass out of the pride if I hurt Finn, and I don’t intend to do that.”

  Taking the dried mix of herbs out of the steaming mug, Bryce grabbed the plate he had prepared and nodded to his friends before slipping a fork and a knife in his pocket. “I’m going. I’ll let you know if I need more days off, but I think you shouldn’t count me in for at least a week.” Bryce let Jamie kiss him on the cheek, happy to see that even though he’d kept his distance from his friends in the past months, they had forgiven him.