Page 39 of Haze

He pulls his fingers away.

Is there a law against denying a wolf in heat? I growl against my wolf’s inner desire to kiss and nibble at his jaw, appeasing him to give us what we need.

I open my eyes, shooting daggers at him for even thinking of stopping.

Finn moves over me, caging me in. The warmth I’ve been desperate for cloaks me. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, I feel seen. Does he see all of me? Even the parts I hide?

I arch up to meet him, kissing him. He draws me closer, cradling the back of my head, and forces my mouth open by pushing his tongue inside.

Missing the intimate touch, I slide myself lower, raising and tilting my head to not break our kiss. His cock presses against me. Proportional. Yum.

“Please,” I plead, breaking our kiss.

I’ve begged for it before, but not like I’m begging for him now. It doesn’t matter as long as he gives me more. I’ll deal with the fallout later.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Kathleen,” he murmurs.

His words are in direct contrast to the way he pulls my hair hard enough that I gasp.

“Pain isn’t scary,” I assure him. I narrow my eyes. “Fuck me or leave.”

Finn laughs darkly. “Oh, Kathleen, you’re mine. I’m never leaving.”

Finn pulls my head aside, placing more kisses along and across my neck in the other direction. It’s vulnerable. I’m completely at his mercy. Between his physical size, the positioning of his body, and the fucking pressure of my wolf against me, we’re a bite away from being bound to him for life.

Yes. We want that. Yes, my wolf urges. Her anticipation wiggles through me.

I’m putty in Finn’s hand. He positions my legs wider before lowering his pelvis against mine. The head of his cock is hot against my skin as it slides slowly from my clit until he’s settled at the entrance.

There’s no warm-up. No stretch. Finn gives me exactly what I want but haven’t voiced. The tip enters, and without pause, he stretches me open in a smooth stroke.

My muscles convulse around him. My body falters, losing the arch I held to meet him, and I’m pressed back into the bed. The pain from his cock entering me banishes the pain from my heat. I’m moaning loudly, and Finn doesn’t wait.

He speaks the language of my darkness. Finn decided I am his and is on the verge of proving it. He knows what my body needs faster than I can ask for it. The dominating sadist fucks me with rough, deep thrusts, drawing tears to my eyes. The pull of my scalp keeps me contorted and open for Finn. My eyes are blurry, and I’m a mess. I’ve wanted this for so long. I need this.

Finn’s voice is gravelly, his wolf growling along with him. It’s so connected. “Don’t think. Feel.”

Our lips meet. His tongue explores. My body is bending back for him. With only a slight adjustment, my orgasm is on the cusp.

Panting between kisses and moaning, I push myself up to him. Wrapping my arms around him, I keep him tight against me. All the touch, his whole body. I want it all against me.

Finn gives me the weight and security I need.

I squeeze my eyes tight. My wolf is right there with me, tense, on the precipice of what I need.

“Don’t come, Kathleen. Hold it off,” Finn growls.

He’s holding back for both of us. I obey without a second thought.

It’s too much to speak. I whimper while waiting to come simply because he told me to.

With a gasp, struggling to hold back anymore, my whimper dissolves into a needy whine as it leaves my throat.

“Now come, Kathleen.” Finn’s command beats my failing control by half a breath.

With my arms wrapped tight around him, my entire body curls in on itself. From my toes curling to my knees bending to the pulse of my pussy, it’s so intense.

Ours. My wolf follows into euphoria.

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