Page 134 of Haze

Finn’s hand leaves the collar and, without a word, points to the spot on the floor like one would a dog commanding them to stay. He steps away, turning his back on me to walk to the end of the bed.

He sits down on the end of it before turning to look at me. “Come, faolan.”

I push myself back onto the pads of my feet to stand and walk to him.

He snaps his fingers. “I didn’t say stand, faolan.”

My lips part as my jaw goes slack, but I press them together, swallowing hard. I’ve never. Once upon a time, I said I would never. But here I am, on my knees, dropping to my hands to crawl across my room to a man.

Finn watches me with heavy eyes. His breaths don’t come at an even rate. The intensity is laced heavily with arousal. When I come to a stop at his side, I move back to the same kneeling position as before.

Leaning close, Finn slides his fingers into the collar, pulling and repositioning me to kneel before him.

The devilish smirk is back. “Good girl.”

If I wasn’t already, I’m absolutely positive I’m now wet. There’s something so special about this sort of dynamic. He can make me wet with two words, and I can make this stop with a single one. But I would never. I would never.

Finn leans back, sitting upright and pulling me up by the collar. I crawl up his body, following the pressure, navigating to his lap.

“Straddle my leg, faolan.”

His large muscular thigh makes it difficult to straddle, but I keep myself up off his leg with my knees barely on the bed, making balancing hard.

Finn nods in approval as his two fingers fall away from the collar and skate down my body, teasing against my nipple.

He looks down between us. “Comfortable that way, are you?”

I shrug. Finn grips my hips, guiding me down so my weight rests on his leg. He holds me there. The firm touch of his fingers is unyielding, and it’s becoming increasingly evident where this is going. The fabric of his slacks rubs against my inner thigh and now rests snuggly against my apex.

“The look in your eyes when you realize I’m about to use you is so sweet.” Finn smiles at me, shaking his head. “The question is will you behave?”

My wolf pushes me to look down away from him. I do. Pulling my eyes from his face, I focus on his shirt collar.

“Good girl.”

Finn’s praise hits me hard, and my heart flutters.

My wolf revels in it, belly up, pushing me to do anything Finn asks as long as we can hear those words again.

“Are you wet, Kathleen?” He trails his left hand along the skin of my thigh and then down to where my weight rests on his leg.

He slides his finger underneath, brushing my clit. I fight the whimper and fail. I’m soaked. I’ve been uncomfortable, nearly dripping wet, since he secured the collar around my neck. This isn’t a new development. There’s no way he hasn’t smelled it already. But the way he plays coy like he’s amused, is humbling, and I’m embracing the feelings.

“Oh, so wet for me. I can’t wait to see the mess you make.” Finn slides his finger back out, purposefully pushing hard on my clit.

I clench every muscle I can to keep the noise locked inside.

He huffs a laugh before I get my next instruction. “Ride me, Kathleen. And I want to hear you. Remember, faolan, you’ll ask to come. Ask early because I might not let you right away. You might need to beg to convince me.”

When his hand returns to my hip, my face flushes when I do exactly as he asks. It’s awkward. I can’t stabilize myself very well. But I push myself down, grinding hard against his thick thigh. Finn’s hand hooks my wrist and guides me forward, pressing my chest against his, arm resting against his shoulder.

“That’s it, stabilize yourself against me,” he coaches. “Use me for your pleasure.”

I barely feel the woven texture of his pants. The awkward kneeling I’ve been doing isn’t effective. I let my hips fall farther.

“Good girl. How does it feel, faolan?” Finn coaches.

“Mm-hmm,” I confirm, drawing a slow breath, which escapes my lungs in a low moan.

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