Page 116 of Haze

“I haven’t had any complaints from you, or from anyone else.” Finn steps closer to the shower wall to watch me.

“Doesn’t feel too good having someone accuse you of something dirty, does it?” I question, shuffling my hair so it all gets wet. “What’s worse is you wanting to talk about my exes. Finn, I see your exes. I’ve seen scenes you’ve done. I’ve seen you fucking them. Each prettier than the next, and all of them far better submissives than me. So... what? I’m supposed to believe this jealousy you’re exhibiting is sexy? Because honestly?” I laugh. “I’m just another submissive in your life. One to possess, one to have for a while, and one to let go of when you find someone more fitting.”

Finn’s jaw sets tight. He shakes his head. The eyes of his wolf pull forward and draw mine to the surface as well.

I turn from the glass to get shampoo for my hair. Eyes closed, I work the lather into my scalp when I hear the shower door open.

There’s a blur of muscle and tattooed skin. Finn’s hand finds my shoulder. He pulls me to him and under the water, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.

He growls, “First, I’ll clean you. Then, I’ll tan your ass so you struggle to sit tonight. And then, when I think you understand how serious I am about you, I’ll lick your cunt until you scream my name. Hopefully, then you’ll remember who owns you.”

My mouth goes dry, but the telltale feeling of wetness floods my pussy.

My wolf pushes, reveling in one word: owns. Our mate claims us.

“Why is it you always behave better when I promise to fuck you?” His hand tilts my head.

He finishes rinsing the shampoo from my hair. I reach for the knob to turn off the water, but he pulls my arm behind my back.

“You’re not clean yet,” he scolds me.

I stand still. My heart rate picks up. The familiar feeling of what heat was like with him comes flooding back.

“Safeword?” Finn prompts.

I do love when I get what I want.

Swallowing hard, I answer, “Red.”

“Good girl,” Finn murmurs. He guides me over to face the shower wall. “Wall, faolan.”

I step forward and cross my hands above my head, then place them on the wall. Obediently, I step wide, opening my legs for him.

“Beautiful obedience,” Finn praises me.

He runs a soapy cloth up my body, scrubbing up my legs. As expected, pain flares on the largest part of my ass shortly after. It stings, but it’s a warm-up swat at best.

He continues his task, the anticipation building between dutiful scrubbing and varying smacks to my ass. Supporting me when he picks up my foot, he goes so far as to scrub between my toes.

Finn traces up my side where my tattoo starts low on my hip, running his fingers up to my sternum. With my arms supporting my weight against the wall, they’re out of the way, giving him open access. He squeezes both breasts hard at the same time. I tense but don’t let my hands or feet move.

“Good girl.”

His praise hits deep in my soul. No two words should have this power over someone, especially not me. I’ve had past partners say them to me, but when Finn says them, I believe it.

My awareness of him heightens. I start to feel him everywhere, and my body warms, becoming more sexually charged.

“Look at how easily you opened the bond between us,” Finn speaks to the space between my shoulder blades, trailing the washcloth down between my legs.

My head falls forward, enjoying how he treats my body.

I thought for sure he was about to tease me, but then a hard smack falls across my ass. My body jolts, and my hands nearly come off the wall. I have to stop expecting Finn to behave how I anticipate he will. I draw a breath, steadying myself, waiting for more.

Pulling the handheld showerhead off the side of the fixed spray head, Finn runs it down my body, washing the soap carefully from my skin.

My heart rate picks up. Is he making good on that promise?

“Can you feel that energy you’re pushing into our bond?” Finn turns off the water.

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