Page 118 of Haze

Managing a nod, I bite my bottom lip at his thickness, the bead of cum forming at the tip, and the length that hit the deepest parts of me. When he was hovering over me, covering me, it was so primal. So safe.

I start panting even before Finn steps to the bed.

“I want an answer, faolan. Now.”

I draw my eyes back to him, trying to pay attention to something other than his cock. Failing but trying.

“What position did you like most during your heat?” Finn’s eyes are intense, the brown so alive, flickering with his wolf drawing mine forward.

He puts a knuckle under my chin, stopping me from looking down at the prize I want.

“From behind.” My voice barely comes out above a whisper.

“As you wish. Elbows and knees or flat on your stomach?” Finn nods to me, letting go of my chin.

Ass up, head down, resting on my hands, my back arches. I hold in wait.

The cabinet at my bedside opens. Of course he knows where I keep my toys. Something is set on the bed, and something else is set on the table. Anticipation of what he has planned battles against the curiosity to ruin the surprise.

A cap flicks open with a knowing click. My ass clenches.

A dark laugh rumbles from Finn, followed by a taunt, “Did you not think I would follow through, Kathleen?”

I don’t answer. If I answer, he’ll hear the quake in my voice.

“Your fear and arousal smell so good together.”

He approaches, and the warmth of his hands precedes the contrasting chill from the lube.

“Has anyone fucked you here?” Finn probes against my ass with his finger, slowly working the lube.

Why does he have to ask questions like that?

My face heats as I answer, “They haven’t.”

The moan that comes from Finn is followed quickly by a breathy huff. “Good. There’s something I really like that most women don’t.”

It becomes hard to swallow. Has he fucking hacked into my porn account?

“I love the way a woman begs when anal hurts.”

His finger pushes inside.

I have a plug bigger than his finger, but this is different.

Again and again, he pushes more lube inside me. A second finger joins, and I jolt forward.

The pull of my braid confirms the suspicion that had my fingers trembling earlier. With my head pulled back, the tension forces me onto Finn’s fingers. My eyes clench, and I bite my lips together.

“Breathe, faolan. You can’t beg and plead if you don’t breathe.”

His coaching draws a ragged breath from me.

Moving slowly, he fucks my ass with his fingers. The deeper he goes, the more it hurts.

I whine loudly, but as bad as it hurts, the more I want it.

It’s been too long since I’ve worn a plug just to feel that fullness.

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