Page 46 of Haze

I shake my head because I’m not hungry. I’m horny and tired. I want to be fucked until I’m too spent to keep my eyes open.

“You don’t have to eat it all. You can eat all the fish, all the veggies, or half of each.” Finn isn’t ordering me.

There’s no Alpha command, but there’s clearly no choice in the matter. The casual Dominance he brings to our dynamic without any negotiations is alarming. More so, it’s that I follow his order, first picking apart the salmon with my fork.

Letting me play with my food, Finn eats his without an issue. I’m beginning to feel warm again. Kicking off the blanket, I try to hand him the bowl. I’ve defiantly managed to not eat anymore.

“Two more bites. I promise, you can do it. Give me two more bites, faolan, then I’ll sate the urge you’re feeling,” he coaxes me.

Finn doesn’t accept the torturous bowl of food I try giving him. I want to return it to sender.

Food that I previously found so delicious — so much so that I would try to look up recipes he may have used to figure out which restaurant may have something similar — is unappetizing. Everything sounds awful. I force both bites into my mouth at once. It’s now flavorless and bland. Once I’m chewing, Finn finally accepts my dish.

The need to be fucked had started as a small kindling fire but is now building into a roaring blaze. I have no choice but to let the discomfort work its way through me. There’s no fighting what’s coming. The steady pain of the heat is punctuated by sharp snaps of the hard, heavy cramps.

Finn carries me from the couch to my bed. He sets me down and steps back. His pants fall to the floor, and his boxers go next. I could have done far worse in mates. Finn is solid mass from head to toe. There isn’t a part of him that’s not sizable, and as much as I want to memorize his other muscles, it’s his dick drawing my attention.

“Kathleen,” Finn calls.

I drag my eyes from his dick to his gaze. Perfect view.

When I look at him, he slowly stalks closer. “Tell me, Kathleen, have you played with a Dominant before?”

My body is so warm; this isn’t what I want to be doing. Talking doesn’t solve cramps.

I groan, “Really? Finn, I need you. Talk later.”

Leaning over the bed, Finn cups my chin. “If it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t ask.”

When I reach for his cock, he blocks my hand with his other. Gripping my wrist, he pushes me back to the bed.

I grind my teeth together before answering. “Yes. I have.”

“Safeword?” Finn leans forward, his lips brushing my ear.

His warm breath causes me to shudder as I answer, “Red.”

“Traffic lights?” Finn wets his lips, looking at me.

I’m not surprised he knows. It’s one of the most common methods of safewords.

My vision of him and a past partner comes back to me from the kitchen. I fight it away. I don’t need to send my heart through the wringer right now. I can’t watch him fuck someone else when that’s all I need. I need him for myself.

With one hand captured by Finn, I use my other to reach for his cock. I want to touch it. No, I want it inside me now. But I’ll settle for touching it.

My answer is apparently enough as he lets go of my chin in favor of capturing my other hand. He slides both arms above my head and straddles me.

“If you don’t use your safeword, I’ll assume you like what I’m doing to you.” Finn kisses my neck.

His teeth skate across my skin.

“Please, Finn,” I gasp, feeling his tip run up my inner thigh.

The way I’m under him allows me to be perfectly positioned for a deep fucking.

The cramp holding my body hostage is hard, but Finn moves one hand down and works slowly, releasing me from it. Yet, he denies me. Finn works his fingers inside me, coaxing my body to unwind for him. My eyes are too heavy, and I let them drift closed. I want to live in the experience of our connection.

“You may touch me, faolan. Wrap your arms around my neck.” Finn’s voice is a slight growl before he lets go of my hands.

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