Page 131 of Haze

“Faolan, why are your panties wet?” he muses with a sly smile.

The panties get tucked into his coat pocket.

I play it off with a noncommittal shrug of one shoulder. “The server is kind of hot. He has a cool accent.”

“Ahh, yeah. The Irish accent is a panty dropper.” Finn quickly adds, “Or so I’m told.”

I swallow hard and push off the memories of the visions I’ve had. It’s not fair, but it’s not his fault. It comes with being gifted.

“Tell me about a fantasy you have that you haven’t acted out yet?” I hesitate to ask. Despite having difficulties hearing other patrons, I don’t want my voice to carry.

Finn smiles, his hand capturing my ankle like he’s done in bed a few times. The reminder of how he’s pulled me to him ignites my core.

When he’s sure he has my full attention, he speaks. “One specific fantasy. Came to me recently. I want my submissive to ride herself to completion on my thigh. I want her to use only the friction between my pants and her cunt to come.”

My jaw drops, but I close it quickly, the first time he touched me in my office coming back. How easy it was to move for him. How badly I wanted him.

Our mate pleases us so well. My wolf reminds me of how he’s brought us some of the best orgasms of our life. Every single instance is pushed forward like a mountain of evidence.

My face heats, and I look away.

“You’ll have a wet spot on your dress when we go to leave?” Finn pops a smirk.

Fire burns low in my belly, and I know it’s coming through our bond.

What do I even say to that? I take a sip of the beer, and the plates of food arriving on the table save me from having to respond.

After our meal is set in front of us, I give Finn a moment to say his prayer, and then I’m no longer saved from Finn’s sexual magnetism.

After raising his eyes from his plate, he returns my question back to me. “Tell me about a fantasy you have that you’ve yet to do.”

Tell him something juicy. My wolf gives me plenty of the things we’ve seen others experience. The beautiful shibari, the pet play, the needle and knife play. How I’ve wanted to be chased and taken in the woods is at the top of her list.

I have an answer though. My own personal fantasy. Do I dare say it? It’ll only encourage him.

Seconds tick by, and Finn waits for my response.

“I want...” It’s hard to force the words out. After I say this, there’s no going back. “I want to not have a choice during sex sometimes. I don’t want to be asked. But I don’t want it to be about...”

“You want your partner to know you well enough, to know that sometimes when you’re acting out, what you really need is to be taken hard. You want a partner to hear any objection you have as another reason you won’t care for yourself.” Finn somehow pulls my feelings out of my head and voices them. He defines the behavior. “You want to pre-consent to not consenting.”

I wet my lip for a moment and finally raise my eyes from the food to look at him again. “Okay, but sorry, it’s nowhere near as provocative as your fantasy.”

“I wholeheartedly disagree, faolan.” Finn gives me a wicked smile before picking up his knife and fork. “I don’t think I’ve heard a more alluring kink.”

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“Where are you staying?” I ask him when we get to my unit.

Finn nods, acknowledging that he took me seriously about him not moving in here. “Your brother apparently rented out the place next door. And he’s graciously loaned it to me for the time being.”

I nod and jingle my keys, debating what to do. “I should probably do some painting, but you can stay. Watch whatever sports ball television things are on that interest you. I’m guessing other than the basic utilities, Deacon hasn’t gotten around to putting any actual entertainment in at his place. You can bum off my Wi-Fi if you’d—”

Without any hesitation, Finn lifts my keys from my fingers and unlocks the door before ushering me inside.

What the hell just happened? I’m dazed. I don’t babble. I don’t diatribes.

My wolf wags her tail happily as Finn runs his hand across our shoulders. Our mate makes you nervous. That’s because he likes me better than you, and it’s a first.

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