Page 21 of Her Wolf

Which he almost dismissed had it not been for the indrawn breath he heard…and then instantly recognized.

Finn stepped deeper into the room, finding Cora and Bailey a second later.

She straddled his waist, one hand on the back of the armchair and the other on his chest while he thrust his hips up to fuck her.

Finn’s beast let out a long, low growl.

She doesn’t belong to him,it hissed. Make him stop playing with our toy.

But that sinister voice inside his head was right…but just ass wrong—she didn’t belong to anyone.

He strode forward, fists creaking and arms tensing in anticipation of that first blow.

Bailey was so intent on fucking her, he didn’t seem to notice Finn coming up the stairs. But Cora must have sensed him; she rolled her head to the side, giving him a vacant stare over her shoulder.

And then it was as if reality had flipped a switch in her head, because her heavy-lidded eyes flashed open, and she gasped again.

But in shock this time, not pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” Finn said as he cleared the last step.

Bailey jerked, and tried pushing Cora off his lap, his face going white.

“I said, don’t stop.” Finn came up behind Cora, crowding so close to the pair she would have had to clamber over the arms of the chair to get away.

He put a hand on her shoulder, and slid the other down her back. His eyes never left Bailey’s as he urged her forward again.

Bailey’s eyes fluttered as he groaned, but there was such a mixture of pleasure and panic on his face it was impossible to tell if he wanted to come or pass out.

It wasn’t the most entertaining sex he’d had to watch, but with the smell of Cora so strong in his nose, he felt as aroused as fuck.

Cora reached behind her, sliding her hand up Finn’s thighs. He caught it before she could touch his straining cock though, and ripped it away.

She protested with a low throated moan, but he silenced her with his mouth.

He touched his fingers to Bailey’s stomach, running them down until where he and Cora met with a wet slap. Then he began strumming Cora’s clit, tearing away from their kiss long enough to murmur, “Come quick, Princess.”

Her next groan rattled in her throat, but then he was kissing her again. Bailey’s thrusts became harder, faster, and he could almost feel the man’s climax building as the muscles brushing his knuckles tensed.

He massaged Cora’s clit as hard as he could, but Bailey came before she did. The man grabbed Cora’s hips and rammed so hard into her that her teeth clicked against Finn’s.

And then Bailey drew out of her, face flushed and eyes bright, but refusing to look at either of them.

“You just going to leave her like this?” Finn asked, running his fingers hard over her slit. She moaned, bucking her hips against his hands and covering him with Bailey’s cum.

“I…I can’t—” Bailey stammered, looking so confused it was almost comedic.

“That shit doesn’t fly around here,” Finn said, gritting his teeth at Bailey. He grabbed the man’s dick, but he’d already gone soft. “Fuck,” he muttered.

There was precious little time, but he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Cora stranded on that island of pleasure, fingers stretched to the lapping waters like someone dying of thirst. And then letting those waters recede into the distance.

That was just fucking rude.

He dragged down his fly. Cora cried out in surprise when he forced her to her knees on the armchair. Pushing her dress up her back, he tugged her underwear down to mid-thigh, ran the tip of his cock over her slit, and plunged himself inside her.

It was unbelievably wet in there, tighter than he remembered, and hot as a fucking griddle.

He groaned, bent over her back, and pounded in her so hard that she had to catch hold of the back of the armchair or risk crashing into Bailey.

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