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Finn fists his hand into my hair and draws my head back. I look at him through the heaviness of my eyes. Tipping my head to the side, Finn pulls me forward. The adjustment intensifies the pressure and the growing feeling of my pleasure. Finn kisses my mating mark, and my eyes fall closed with the connection.

“Finn, please, can I come?” I slow my grinding, trying to pace myself as he warned.

“No, Kathleen.” He denies me.

My body riots as I stop trying to breathe through and ease out of the encroaching orgasm.

“I didn’t say you could stop, Kathleen.” He kisses my neck. “Fuck my thigh, now.”

I’m so close, panting, grinding on him. I’m shaking from trying not to come.

It feels so degrading when the words come out of me. “Please, fuck, please let me come.”

“Come for me,” Finn whispers.

Toes curling, I lean hard against him. The world becomes a slow-motion movie as I take myself over the edge. I feel him pressed tight against me. And I hear the tone of Finn’s voice, but there aren’t actual words, only incoherent murmurs.

My legs are shaking. I’m trying to draw deep breaths, turning to jelly from the post-orgasm high. Time begins to move regularly as I pant, barely holding myself upright.

I try to move off his lap, but Finn’s fingers find the collar and hold me in place. “I didn’t say you could move, faolan.”

Chapter 44

Finn

Lena whines from where she’s straddling me. I’m rock-hard, throbbing. A devilish idea crosses my mind to make her work for one more this way. I want to see her become an overstimulated puddle, so well used that she lets her guard down and melts into that soft, mewling, trusting wolf. The wolf that gives me everything and tells me what she’s thinking.

I shouldn’t be this hard over wanting her to open up.

“Arms around my neck, faolan,” I instruct Lena before shuffling her to straddle me wholly.

She squeaks, her legs squeezing my sides as I stand to drop my pants. But being disconnected from her touch isn’t possible right now.

Stepping out of them, I wrap my hand under her ass to take some of the weight off her arms and bring her to the nightstand, where I pull out the two toys I have in mind for this.

Lena whines, feeling the cold of the stainless-steel plug against her skin. She tries to get away from it by climbing me a bit more.

“Is that an attempt to safeword already, or was it cold?” I pause.

“Cold,” she murmurs.

The laugh slips out. “Well, I guess you’ll have to warm it up then.”

She grumbles as I bring her back to the base of the bed before bending down. Knowing what I want, Lena lets go and lies on her back, looking at me.

The tag on her collar glints in the light. My throbbing cock almost makes me drop right between her legs. I own her. She doesn’t see it yet. But that’s my woman. My submissive. My mate. The trust she’s giving me is a damn near religious experience.

I lube the plug, watching her eyes. The torturous anal I put her through almost a week ago led to an intense drop. And yet, the hesitation is minimal. Arousal is still the predominant emotion in the space between us.

“You know how I want you, faolan.” I nod my head, and Lena doesn’t stall in her movements.

Her knees settle wide, and she lowers herself onto her elbows. The arch in her back, presenting her ass to me, gives me the perfect view of her swollen cunt. As I slide two fingers into her slick hole, Lena moans loudly. It comes deep from in her belly, and her body reacts, relaxing.

The plug slides in easily, but she clenches around it before curling against herself.

“Let that thought go, faolan. You’re already wetter with it in.” I fuck her cunt with my fingers, demonstrating, and her body uncurls.

Giving her a playful slap on the ass, I instruct, “Up.”

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