Page 117 of Haze

There’s nothing different about me. I hang my head. “I’m sorry.”

Even if I wanted to be his, I’m not. Our bond isn’t growing.

“Don’t be.” Finn pulls one hand off the wall. “Hear me though, I’ll always follow through.”

Swallowing hard, I nod. I want to turn, to look at him, to see how he’s looking at me. Instead, I fight the urge, behaving rather than sassing him. Now doesn’t feel like the time to be a brat. Keeping my head bowed, I follow Finn’s guidance out the shower door. He pulls my wet body into a warm fluffy towel against his chest.

His cock is hard. The length presses up my stomach and throbs slightly.

“Braid your hair, faolan.” Finn’s voice is heavy, thick, and deep.

“My hair will be fine.”

“Don’t argue with me, Kathleen,” he cautions.

Stepping away, I pull a hair tie from the bathroom vanity drawer. I start a French braid from the back of my head. My fingers tremble, working their way through my hair.

Finn doesn’t waste a single second when he sees me wrapping the band around the bottom. Capturing my wrist with his hand, he leads me to the bedroom.

With a stern voice, he explains, “I’ll show you once how I want you to position yourself over my knee. Remember it. I have a feeling you’ll find yourself over it more than this once.”

That absolutely should not arouse me this much, but I’m fairly certain I just gushed wetness. Finn sits on the edge of the bed. It’s a very forward seat. Already apprehension floods me. I’ve seen this position. He wouldn’t really take me over his knee, would he?

He pulls me between his thighs. When he leans me down over his leg, I’m already beginning to feel the embarrassment this position brings. His other leg drapes over the back of mine, holding me in place.

“If you fight me, if you even squirm, I will pull your arms behind your back,” Finn threatens.

The uncomfortable, dripping wet feeling between my legs is already making me want to adjust my positioning. This is going to hurt.

“Remember this position, Lena,” Finn warns.

Mostly gentle-ish warm-up slaps pepper my ass. I close my eyes, trying to focus outside the pain. When the first heavy slap lands on my ass, my eyes squeeze shut as tight as they can. The second one finds the other side of my ass. With no instructions to count and no warning as to how many to expect, the only thing I can do is embrace the pain and my masochism.

I lose count somewhere after the seventh smack. I try to start counting again, but the flesh is blazing hot and tight from the punishment he’s taking out on my ass. A hard slap lands on my right cheek, and I squeak as my body jolts. I try to hold still, drawing a deep breath.

Finn delivers two more before running his hand, with a delicate touch, across the tender skin. The light touches are soothing to my tense core, but my ass is irritated and raw.

“I never want you to say you’re ‘just another’ one to me ever again. You’re my now, my future, and my forever.” Finn’s voice holds a gravely serious tone.

With calculated movements, Finn moves me from where I am across his lap. Instead of standing me up, he pulls me into his arms. Instinctually, I nuzzle myself against his chest. Finn gives a little hum of approval before lifting me as he stands. He gives me a loving squeeze, then turns and places me on the bed with a gentle bounce. The cool bedding soothes my ass.

His pupils are dilated, and desire paints his face, from the slack jaw to the wetting of his lips. Finn steps back from the bed, and his gaze roams over my body.

“Do you like oral performed on you?” Finn quirks an eyebrow.

Could he be more sexy?

“Does it matter?” I answer.

How do you handle brats, Finn? Tempting him to take it further probably isn’t my smartest move. My ass is on fire, but it could be way worse than it is now.

Finn nods in answer. Movement draws my attention from his face straight down to where he’s working his cock. That’s what I want.

When he was breeding us, that was amazing. Let’s get more of that. My wolf focuses on that. Why wouldn’t she? Next heat, he could breed us, she pushes.

I push her out of my mind to focus on the here and now, not on the improbability of being bred.

“You want to be stretched on my cock too badly, don’t you?” Finn laughs.

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