Page 166 of Haze

I pick up another bite of boxty.

“Bloody hell, Kathleen,” he mutters.

“What?” I put my fork down cautiously, trying to figure out what ‘bloody hell’ is referencing.

“That sound. You’d think the boxty was eating you.” His voice is a gravelly rumble mixed with the growl of his wolf.

Uhhhhhh. Heat floods my cheeks. “I didn’t realize I was making a noise. I’m sorry.”

Finn’s eyes lock with mine, and his wolf floods forward. Desire crosses between us, and I crave him low in my core as an unsettled, empty feeling lodges there.

He mutters under his breath, but I don’t catch it.

* * *

Finn’s eyes hold a mischievous heat by the end of dinner.

“Alright, well, big day at the lab tomorrow. I’ve put off going over my data, and I should—”

He lets me stumble over my excuse as I gather my things and migrate back toward the door and start slipping on my shoes.

It’s awkward trying to dismiss myself, mostly because I don’t want to go alone. It’s not like I can simply tell him to come back to my place after all the growling and demanding I did. Can I?

Before I even get my hands around the doorknob to leave, he curls his fingers, instructing me back toward him.

I follow his request. As I approach, Finn stands and reaches for me. The soft, warm smile on his face brings butterflies to my stomach. His hand comes to my chin, tilting it up, and I expect a kiss. Except the world blurs. Finn’s hand finds my neck, and I’m pressed against the wall. He grabs my thigh and lifts me up, resting me on his knee with the wall at my back.

My heart is beating a million beats per second. And I’m smiling like a fool.

“Good girl,” Finn praises before kissing me deeply.

The way his tongue easily slides inside my mouth calms my rampant heart.

Finn slides his other hand along the waistband of my sweats.

Chest to chest, Finn smiles. “Are these panties wet?”

What panties? I choose to shrug instead of voice my previous brat behavior. I can hear the dryer still running in the hallway. Okay, he’ll think this is funny later.

“You know, the more you’re a brat, the more I want to punish you until you behave?” Finn threatens me with a good time.

I arch forward, my pussy begging for more of his touch. Finn obliges, finally sliding his hand along my skin. The warmth of his fingers sliding lower further melts me.

“You made such a big deal when I kept your panties from you, and here you are without,” Finn says with mock offense.

He slides his fingers lower, brushing over my clit. Finn isn’t wasting time. He knows my body so well that it’s nothing for him to work me to orgasm. The hand on my throat moves, and his thumb presses over the top of my jugular.

It doesn’t take much before I’m getting light-headed.

“What’s wrong, faolan?” Finn releases his hold on my neck.

It pulses and messes with my lucidity.

I draw deep breaths trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers fucking me. The building orgasm is equally enticing.

A moan escapes, and Finn’s fingers retreat. He pulls them out of my pants and pats my pelvis.

“I’ll let you have your space.” Finn lets me down from the wall.

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