Page 156 of Haze

He whispers in my ear, “This time, I want you to scream, Kathleen. I want to hear you.”

The moan I’m fighting back escapes, and he kisses me into silence anyway, his tongue playing with mine.

Finn’s cock hits my deepest point as he continues to drive, hard and steady, inside me. My stomach clenches with the pain and pleasure of it.

Breaking the kiss, Finn whispers, “You like feeling me all the way in you, hmm?”

“Mm-hmm.” I can’t form words.

The way his pelvis grinds against mine creates the desired friction to work me toward another unnumbered orgasm.

“Next heat, I’ll take your cunt like this again and again,” Finn promises.

He thrusts harder, punctuating his point. Fully sheathed in me, he grinds against my cervix.

“You don’t believe it yet, but I will breed you, faolan.”

Finn’s wolf rises in his eyes, the bright green color calling to my wolf.

She answers, rising to the surface. I let her dance with his wolf.

“I’ll fill your belly with my cum, and then you’ll grow round with my pup,” Finn tells me, and it’s exactly what I want.

He keeps rocking into me, nearly pulling out each time. I feel every delicious inch of him.

“I’ll leave you a dripping mess each time. I won’t ever pull out. Then I’ll lie by your side, push it back into you if it tries to escape.” Finn’s words heat my body.

I want to be fucked every day. I want to be fucked by Finn every day.

“You want my cum, faolan?” Finn asks, nibbling on my ear

My wolf whines, yes. Need it.

Her whine escapes me. I echo her words, “Need.”

“Yes, you do.” Finn agrees before moaning, “God, Kathleen, you feel so good pulsing around me, faolan.”

His praise and the dirty talk do me in. I can’t take it anymore.

“Please. Hard,” I beg. “Please, Finn. Harder.”

Hard and fast, Finn delivers. It isn’t only me who comes undone. Finn snarls as he comes, the sound almost deafening.

I feel his teeth biting without breaking skin, almost claiming me again. In heavy pants, he comes to rest, draping his body over mine. The bite turns into gentle kissing on my neck.

“I love you so much,” Finn vows and starts right in on the praise. “You’re perfect. My good girl.”

Chapter 51

Finn

I have never turned off my alarm and gone back to bed. But when we wake up from our post-sex nap, it’s nearly two in the afternoon and only thirty minutes before the meeting with Henri.

Lena’s sleeping next to me, half covered by the blanket with her hair draped down her chest and across the pillow. It’s beautiful and a shame to have to wake her.

Rolling to her, I brush hair from her face, running my hands across her skin.

Beautiful hazel eyes flicker open, startled at first, then diverting as a shy smile crosses her face.

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