Page 22 of Her Wolf

The man had frozen under them. Perhaps he was still basking in his selfish orgasm, but he seemed incapable of processing what was happening.

So Finn grabbed his hand, and guided his fingers over Cora’s clit.

“You make sure she fucking comes,” he growled, slamming into her so hard that she let out a breathless scream. “Or you’ll never fuck her again.”

That seemed to wake up the man. He blinked hard, and massaged Cora’s clit with his fingers.

She moaned and moved against Finn’s thrusts. And, seconds later, she stiffened. Her walls solidified around his cock like wet concrete, and he had to thrust even harder to get back inside her as she came.

Her climax felt glorious to him, but it was over too soon.

Now with no intention of holding himself back, Finn fucked her as hard as he could. And he stared Bailey right in the eyes until the man’s shock drained away and lust replaced it.

Still massaging Cora’s clit, Bailey lifted his other hand, and caressed the base of Finn’s cock when he plunged into Cora again.

And then he grabbed hold of Finn’s balls, and the touch was so unexpected that it sent him plummeting over the edge.

He poured into their girl, teeth gritted and jaw bunched, as Bailey stroked the inch or two of his cock that didn’t fit inside Cora.

As soon as he drew out, Bailey snatched his hand away and busied himself putting away his cock—which looked difficult, because it was rock hard again.

Finn allowed himself a smirk as he helped Cora to a stand and tugged her underwear down her legs. She stood still as he cleaned her with the filmy fabric, and then tucked it inside his jacket pocket.

“There’s someone here to see you,” Finn said, when Cora tottered around to give him a wide, dopey grin.

That smile faltered, and then faded. “What?” she asked, blinking owlishly up at him.

“A demon still stinking of brimstone, according to Lars.” He looked past her at Bailey. “Answer your fucking radio next time.”

Finn turned, lifted his radio, and radioed in to Lars. “She’s in the library.”

“On our way,” came his reply.

“A demon?” Cora asked, tidying her hair with a trembling hand.

“Probably a lawyer,” Finn said. At her confused expression, he added, “Lars hates lawyers.”

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