Page 133 of Haze

“Yes,” I answer the question and only the question that he asked.

He groans with approval. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Finn steps away from me and walks to the opposite bedside table. Reaching it, he opens the drawer. It’s not the one I use, so I’m confused, watching him pull an object from the drawer. It’s a glossy white cardboard box. I can’t take my eyes off it as he brings it around the bed and stands before me.

“I understand you’re not ready to wear a collar full-time. And I understand you’re not ready to accept us as mates publicly, yet.” He slides the lid off the box. “But I’d hoped you’d accept this, at least in the spaces when we’re alone.”

A beautiful green rolled leather collar with brass hardware sits in the box.

The corners of my mouth threaten to tip up into a smile seeing the tag attached. ‘Faolan’ is etched in delicate script and hangs around the D ring.

Finn brings his fingers to my chin and tips it up to look at him before giving me a soft command. “Put your clothes and shoes away. Return to me at a kneel.”

His words are so firm. The urge to brat back doesn’t hit as hard as the desire to be possessed. I’m sure to sway my hips, taunting as I walk to the closet.

Finn doesn’t hide the tent in his slacks when I walk back through the door. It’s powerful to see the effect I have on him. But even more so, that being myself gives us both what we want.

The way Finn watches me, you’d think I’d have earned an accolade of some nature. It’s proud, approving, and laced with desire.

I return to barely a step in front of him and sink to my knees. Tilting my head, I bow it to him and avert my eyes from his. Resting my hands in my lap, I feel calm before him. With other Dominants, this always felt awkward, but here, below Finn, it’s right.

“Knees open,” Finn instructs, “palms up.” As I move, adjusting my position to meet his command, he speaks again. “This will be how you always kneel for me.”

From the corner of my vision, I watch as he sets the box on the bed. He lifts the leather collar from its box and returns to me. I resist the urge to whisk my hair aside and make room for him to place it around my neck.

The way my heart beats in response to accepting ownership from him should scare me. Should. But Finn’s always come through on what he means. If this is intended for play, then this is only for play. He isn’t trying to give me anything more than an anchor during sex.

Finn steps around behind me. The soft thud on the floor tells me he’s come to kneel behind me.

His hand passes the collar in front of my neck. “I’m collaring you for play and only play. I respect your desire to remain with me but not as mine.”

My wolf doesn’t like those words. The warm fire feeling in my belly ignites.

“Know, at any time, we can make this permanent. But also know that I don’t take this lightly.” Finn pauses, letting that sink in.

The collar comes to rest on my collarbones, and he clasps it tight.

I want to squirm and free my hair from it. Suddenly uncomfortable, I can hardly stand it.

Finn slides his fingers along my jaw, pulling the hair out from under the collar.

He kisses the top of my head before his words come with a heavy suggestion. “I always take good care of my toys, faolan. And I’ll expect you to be willing and accept my doing so.”

Finn stands, his hand dusting my shoulder as he walks in front of me. I shiver.

That’s from his touch and not the promise of being his sex toy. I lie to myself.

“You’re going to eat well. I need you healthy if I’m going to use you like the good little fuck toy you are.” Finn pulls my chin up to meet him.

I’m dripping wet, and I curl my toes.

“You’re going to drink water.” He smirks. “Because I know how wet you get.” He slides his fingers along my neck to the collar where the tag has come to rest by my throat. “You’ll also always let me know where you are. Because you never know when I’ll want to play with you.”

His logic is flawless, and for once, I don’t hate the idea of him knowing where I am all the time. My heart beats a little harder.

He rumbles with a small growl. “And when I text, call, or ask you a question, I come before anyone else. I am your priority because you will always be mine.”

We want to be his, my wolf reminds me. She pushes forward the way he fucks us.

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