Page 37 of Haze

I run my hand back through my hair. Her begging for me quickly destroys my self-control.

My entire body is tense. I want to fuck her, breed her, and make it so she’s bound to me forever. But it’s been less than a week since my fingers were inside her, and it’s not as if we’ve had a conversation since.

She’s begging for us. What further invitation do you need? my wolf rationalizes.

Lena’s muscles relax but only for a moment. She whimpers, fingers toying with herself.

I pull my jacket off. I’m slowly drowning, the fever of her heat towing me under. The room radiates with warmth from her. It’s too intense. My shoes go next.

I eye the other toys strewn about the bed. There’s something insanely sexy about a woman who knows her body and how to please herself.

“I thought we had an understanding that I’m the one in control of your pleasure.”

She scoffs. “I don’t remember that conversation.”

“The rule starts now.” There’s no more denying who I am with her.

Starting now, Lena is mine, and she will learn the rules of what submission to me looks like. And if she wasn’t of the lifestyle before, Lena will learn what a Dominant and submissive type relationship looks like.

I take three steps before I’m at the bed and then reach for the dildo clenched in her pussy. The base flares with a sack and, something I note for later, a suction cup. Lena doesn’t put up a fight when I remove her hand from the toy. She hasn’t fully inserted it. I slide it out, and in comparison, it’s not as long as I am.

Keeping a neutral face, I ask, “Do you take all this?”

“Worried you won’t measure up?” she snarks.

I run the head of the dildo up her folds. The head flicks against her clit.

Body writhing hard, she lets out a sharp cry. “Finn!”

Her cry for me makes me ache. My cock throbs harder. Every moment I stand here is too long.

My wolf pushes that we should be mounting her. She’ll be stunning with a belly swollen with our pups. He envisions her swollen and round.

I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of my woman carrying my pups. The very real possibility that came with heat always intensified the intrigue.

Setting the dildo on the nightstand, I pull my shirt off as fast as I can so I don’t lose the view of Lena biting her bottom lip like the siren she is. As I slide my slacks down, my cock pushes hard to escape my boxers.

Lena gasps when the fabric falls away, and I hear the sweetest thing she’s ever said. “Fuck yes. Mine.”

Her approval makes my wolf grumble with excitement, beyond the promise of spending days with her in bed. Sitting on the bed, she writhes to get closer to me. I bend toward her and kiss the bit of skin closest to my mouth, right between her tits. A beautiful black-and-white floral tattoo decorates the space from the underside of her breast, daring to go slightly up between them. It stretches all the way across her ribcage. I want to take a closer look and lick each petal of those delicate flowers. But now’s not the time to admire the art she’s adorned her body with.

With greedy hands, she reaches for my cock.

I bat them away. “No, Kathleen. Now you’re mine. The relief you get will be because I choose to give it to you.”

Lena tenses as a cramp rolls through her. She curls toward me, nearly into the fetal position. Her body is apparently working with me in taming the beautiful mind of my Alpha Female.

Joining her on the mattress, I run my fingers up the fronts of her thighs, splitting them open with two fingers. Lena’s body trembles. I keep going to her core. Her whimpers tell me how badly she desires me. I’ve barely grazed her clit, and Lena moans.

“That’s it, Kathleen, feel what I’m giving you.” I give her a small grumble of appreciation.

Her fingers pull hard on the sheets.

She whines, “Finn, need.”

“When did you go into heat, Kathleen?” I ask.

The need to control and set the pace is growing. But to come into this late hurts me. Why wouldn’t she have someone here for her?

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