Velvet over steel, Finn sucks in a breath at how low his mate’s voice has gone.
As Lennox sings her final lines, Grayson stands, pulling the waistband of his shorts down, revealing teeth marks where one of Finn’s mates has left their mark. Rolling his hips, he deliberately puts one leg on each side of Finn’s thighs. It brings that perfect ass closer, until Finn feels his fangs drop a little with the urge to add to thebruise. Mark his mate as his.
Finn barely holds back, claws sinking into the arms of the chair, the wood groaning under his grip.
Because you’re mine…
The music loops, slipping into a second play through. Grayson lowers himself again, hands planted on the floor, legs spread wide. If he were naked, Finn would already be on his knees, tongue out, tasting the heat where his mate is always sweetest.
The bend flows into a roll—something between a somersault and a slow-motion offering. He ends on his back, body arched, head tipped back in something that looks like ecstasy. One hand drags red across his cheek, smearing his lipstick in a streak. He looks debauched in the best of ways.
Leo groans. “Holy fuck.” His phone wobbles in one hand, the other clearly working beneath his waistband.
Grayson doesn’t look at him. He’s crawling toward Finn now, all long limbs and lazy grace.
When he reaches the chair, Grayson runs his hands up the insides of Finn’s thighs—slow, like he’s savoring every inch—until he finds the heat trapped in Finn’s shorts. His claws drag over the length of Finn’s cock, finally catching at the zipper. A shiver jolts through him before it finally gives.
Thank the Goddess Jay hadn’t made him come during the first pitch. He’s so hard now it almost hurts, all that blood heavy and deep, throbbing with every rapid beat of his heart.
“So hard,” Grayson murmurs, almost amused. “Is this for little ole me?”
Finn opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.
Grayson doesn’t seem to need one.
When he gets the zipper down, Finn’s cock is waiting to push free, slick at the tip.
“Mmm. So wet, too,” Grayson whispers, just loud enough to cut through the music. He drags a finger through the mess, then wipes it across his lips like gloss. Sucks it off slow, eyes on Finn the whole time.
“Yum.”
Then that wicked grin breaks across his face. His fingers pop the buttonof his own shorts, tugging the front open with a practiced flick.
It’s only now, with the shorts peeled open and Grayson straddling his lap, that Finn sees theentirechain. One silver line wraps high around Grayson’s throat, another traces low across his belly, nestled in sweat-slick skin. All attached to one beautiful glittering line that disappears into the open waistband of those shorts.
“Oh, Goddess…” The words slip out, low and reverent.
Grayson leans in, voice teasing against his ear. “Wanna see?”
Yes. Fuck, yes. Show me everything.
“Please,” Finn whispers, throat dry.
Grayson hums like he’s considering it. Instead of pulling the shorts off, he shifts, groans low as he settles onto Finn’s thighs, pressing them together cock to cock, hot and slick. His flushed cheeks glow in the low light, chest gleaming with sweat.
He leans forward. Licks a slow stripe up Finn’s neck. Sucks gently on his earlobe before licking at the corner of his mouth, not quite a kiss. The roll of his hips is maddening, steady friction with no relief.
Just as Finn leans in to chase him, Grayson pulls back. Feet planted on either side of the chair, one hand braced behind Finn’s head, he bends at the waist and shoves his shorts down under his cheeks.
All the air in the room is sucked out.
Someone gasps. Maybe all of them.
“Gray, holy shit,” Rowan groans. “This whole time?”
“Pretty,” Gideon says, voice rough. “You are full of surprises. We’ll be revisiting this when we get home.”
“The whole time. Feels good.” Grayson’s voice is low, but his eyes never leave Finn’s. “Wanna see?”
