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“Faster.”

I ignored her wishes. In and out, deep, pulling out to the tip. Circling hips. Thumb playing with her clit. Her moans turned to sobs. She obeyed. It took everything not to fuck her hard, but I wanted her to come apart in pieces. With my dick maneuvering inside her, fingers making a V-shape as it spread her lips, pinching her clit, it didn’t take long before Wren screamed. A frenzy quake caused her legs to bounce off me. My arms held her as I continued a deliberate stream of thrusts, extending her orgasm, hearing her liquids squish, and the smell. Damn, the smell heightened the intensity. In one last plunge, I came, my hands falling onto each side of her on the table.

Her legs slipped under my arms, hanging from the edge. Once our breathing quieted, I lifted her as she wrapped her legs around my waist, smiling at me.

“You’re killing me,piccola.”

“How?”

I let the darkness fade when I said, “Because you’ve captured me.” Confusion written all over her face. “I love you, Wren. I don’t know when it happened or how, but I fucking love you. You’remo chuisle, my pulse.”

Her mouth hung open, tears pooled in her eyes as she whispered, “I love you, too, Finn. I have for a long time now.”

Wren’s confession cracked me open, physically and emotionally. I took her back to bed, showing her what she meant to me. I left every inch of her skin pink from my unshaven face and love bites. Her scent clung to my flesh. Her nectar, sweet and irresistible, like the flesh of fruit. After a few hours of rest, we had sex again. The process continued throughout the night. A grenade of emotions exploded from being with Wren. Every exploration warranted a new dimension, deeper, and I still couldn't reach the depth. Drowning and liberation battled within me. From that moment on, she became another addiction, but one I never wanted to recover from.

Chapter 33 - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

FINN

A week passed, Wren and I spent all our free time in bed, learning what the other liked with a constant hitting of heights. We even sampled the Tantra chair, which was one of her favorite places. After she was used to me without it, I put my frenum piercing in, and the enhanced feeling had us bucking and backfiring on the bed. I couldn’t get enough of her. Every moment with her restricted my heart while unraveling my emotions. Wren, the lover, remained in hiding until now, and I wanted all of her complexities.

From the moment we ate dinner, we’d head straight to our room for a shower and hours of sex. By now, we had moved her belongings into my bedroom, and instead of freaking out, I lavished in the idea of waking and going to bed with Wren in my arms.

One early morning, I woke with a painful hard-on. Her back to me, I slithered my hand between her legs to find her wet. I put a condom on, lifted her top leg over my hip, while I entered her. She gasped, eyes popped open and then closed. Wren rocked back into my thrusts, all in, reaching the goalie. Another inhale. Long, slow, and deep, her wet, tight pussy slurped on my cock. Trapped against me, my hips pitched in and out, building. Sweat glazed our skin. Juices dripped along the crease of her thigh. Her hands clamped around my forearms. Jackhammering into her, Wren shrieked and sobbed as her orgasm took control. A couple more and I moaned her name.

I kissed her nape. Breathed in her ear. Wren sucked each of my fingers into her mouth, tongue circling, then pushing each one in. With one in her mouth, a vibrating sigh shot to my cock, which gained vigor. I carried Wren to the tantra chair. On her back, she laid upside down on an angle along the curvature of the seat. Ass on top of the chair, feet resting on my shoulders. My hands gripped her waist as I drilled in and out. Her small, pert breasts jiggled. Her whispers ofI love youandfasterfueled my thrusts. The head of my cock brushed her upper walls. Pelvis grinding into her clit, furiously chasing an orgasm. It came soon after Wren’s. Back in bed, we fell asleep.

Saturday morning, she straddled me and rocked her hips as my cock filled to the hilt. Sometimes I didn’t mind Wren on top. My hands fondled her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, which made her wetter. Out of the blue, the door swung open as Kye and Carter rushed in. They stopped cold when they saw Wren, who jumped off, screamed, and covered herself with the blanket.

Carter’s eyes went wide as he said, “Shit! Finn—”

“What the fuck? Get the fuck out of here now!”

They ran downstairs as I jumped out of bed and followed. Lindsey and Kye’s new whatever she was averted their eyes.

Carter held his hands in surrender. “Finn. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t fucking come into my room when the door is closed. And what are you doing here?”

Kye cut in, pointing downward. “Dude. You’re fucking junk.” He tossed me a living room pillow, which I placed in front of me.

Carter said, “I have some good news.”

I aimed my anger at Carter. “Well, maybe you should call first. Wren shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in our bedroom or our home.”

Lindsey glanced over and asked, “Wren?”

Kye laughed. “Yeah, he was fucking her—”

I dropped the pillow and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t talk about her like that.” I released Kye, picking up the pillow.

Lindsey hooted behind me, clapping her hands, and then gasped. “What happened to your shoulder and back? There are bites and scratches all over.”

Kye squinted and said, “Nice fuck marks.” Lindsey repeated it as a question, so he answered as he ticked his head in my direction. “Yeah. You get them when you make a woman feral.” He addressed me. “I guess yourpiccolais a wild—”

I pointed a finger at him. “Don’t fucking finish that sentence. And what the hell are you doing here?”

Kye rubbed his stomach and gestured to the woman I didn’t know. “We hadn’t made it home yet. Thought we’d stop by for breakfast.”

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