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FINN
Iwoke up hard.
Not just morning wood kind of hard—this was full-body, throbbing need. My cock was pressed tight against something warm and soft and sweet-smelling, and it took me a moment to remember where I was, who I was with, and why everything felt so damn perfect.
Goldie.
She was still asleep, her back nestled against my chest, her golden curls spread like silk over the pillow. I could smell her feminine arousal—subtle but unmistakable. Her legs were slightly parted, and her lush ass pressed right into my lap like a gift from the Goddess herself. God, she was beautiful!
Carefully, trying not to wake her—though maybe that was a lie I told myself—I let my hips roll forward, just enough to nudge my aching cock against her luscious bottom. She made a sleepy little sound and arched her back, pressing against me. Her scent flared, richer now, and I felt a pulse of pleasure that wasn’t entirely mine ripple through my spine.
“Mmm, you having a problem there, Finn?” Her voice was husky with sleep and filled with promise.
“Maybe just a little.” I nudged her again. “Sorry if I woke you up.”
“That’s all right.” Her legs fell open a little more. “It’s all right if you need to rub against me. I don’t mind.”
My cock surged at her sleepy invitation. Fuck yes, I needed that!
I cupped one of her breasts, stroking my thumb across her tight nipple. She moaned and pushed back into me, hips writhing slightly. I could feel her heat, wet and tempting, just a few inches away. My cock throbbed again.
Slowly, I slid against her, the head of my shaft rubbing against her wet heat. She was slick already, as though she’d been dreaming of what we’d done together last night. When Ronan told me how to taste her and watched while I obeyed orders.
Fuck—why did that turn me on so much? I had never minded taking orders before—I was the lowest in the pecking order of our Clan—I was used to it. But it had never turned me on before—not like it had last night.
My cock surged again as I remembered Goldie’s thighs wrapped around my head…her heat against my tongue as she came just for me while Ronan watched and all three of us shared the pleasure.
I rubbed deeper, the head of my cock sliding against her inner pussy, so slippery and wet and ready for me. So?—
“Fuck,” Ronan growled from behind us. “You two are at it again already?”
I blinked and glanced up to see him sitting up on the other side of the makeshift bed, hair tousled and eyes burning. He looked like a man ready to kill or kiss—or both. Was he jealous of what I was doing with Goldie…or did he just want to be included? I didn’t know.
Goldie looked up at him, panting a little.
“Morning,” she purred, with a smile. “Did we wake you?”
“No,” Ronan muttered. “I was already up.” He shoved a hand through his hair, glaring down at us like he wanted to be angry and couldn’t quite manage it.
“I wasn’t going to do anything,” I said, withdrawing reluctantly,even though we all knew that was a damn lie. “Just… warming up. That’s all.”
Goldie wiggled her hips against me and let out a teasing little laugh.
“I’m always warm for you, Finn.” She looked up at Ronan flirtatiously. “You too, if you’re interested.”
For a moment I thought Ronan would take her invitation and we’d have a repeat of the night before. Instead, he cursed under his breath and got up, grabbing his jeans from the floor. He yanked them on roughly.
“We need to get moving. This isn’t a fuck-cation,” he growled. “We’re trying to break this Goddamed curse.”
“Yeah, all right.”
I sighed and sat up slowly, my morning wood still stubbornly refusing to go down. The curse—which hadn’t bothered me as long as I was touching Goldie—came to rest against the base of my neck again like a black brick.
“Ronan…” Goldie said softly, propping herself up on one elbow. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” He didn’t look at her. “Just… this isn’t something Weres do. Sharing mates—it’s not how we’re built. It’s fuckingwrong.”
