“You’re perfect,” he affirms, looking up at me from where he’s kneeling on the floor.
Wolves spend a lot of time naked in front of other people. But it’s not naked I feel in front of Finn right now. It’s a new kind of exposure I’m not sure I’m okay with.
Show him who we are, my wolf demands, pushing her control against my own.
I hold her back, tightly squeezing my eyes shut. I refuse to show him my wolf, not like this. Not ever.
He hasn’t figured it out yet. It will change if he figures it out now.
“No.” Finn’s reprimand is soft. I open my eyes, meeting his deep soulful brown ones. “Don’t get lost in that beautiful mind of yours. Stay with me.”
I abandon fighting her to focus back on Finn as his hands slide up my leg, one on the outside and one traipsing up the inner thigh. As he draws closer to my core, my whole body clenches. It’s an involuntary movement that causes me to groan. I’m warm again. I close my eyes, fighting through the dull pain of an early cramp.
Finn skates his hands up my body as he moves to stand. There’s never a second we’re disconnected from each other. I open my eyes to see him placing the dildo on the stool where I was sitting.
Spinning me toward the stool, Finn wraps his arms around me and cups my breast with one of his large hands.
I feel the happy grumble he makes. “Do you want to climb your ass up there, or should I place you there?”
He nibbles on the back of my neck.
I shake my head and question, “Neither? I want you.”
“Easy way or the hard way?” Finn reiterates my choices. “You’re not getting my cock until you eat.”
“What happens if I pick the hard way?”
I’m not sure I can climb that high, and the tiniest part of me wants to explore my vision. I’m jealous of his past play partners; watching how he worked them over was salivating. I want to be in their shoes.
“If you pick the hard way, I’ll lube your ass up and make you take it there rather than putting it in your needy little cunt. Then, I’ll grab the remote-control vibrator I saw and make sure to line it up with your clit, belt you to the chair, and drive you to a wet, needy mess until dinner is ready.”
Finn sells the hard way quite well. And I’m actually considering it until a cramp hits hard.
“Fuck!” I curl forward.
With his arm wrapped around my stomach, he holds me steady. Using delicate touches, Finn works his other hand lower. He dips into my warmth, index finger finding my clit.
My body relaxes at his touch.
In appreciation, my wolf whimpers, and it escapes my lips. Submitting to his care, I turn my face toward his neck and kiss his jaw.
I’m lifted high, and the head of the dildo presses against my opening. Finn lowers me slowly, the silicone dildo filling me. It helps. It’s not what I need, but it helps.
“That’s it, faolan, take it all. Get yourself settled, let me feed you. Then I’ll fill you myself,” Finn coaches.
I’m melting at his words and his touch. Everything is right.
“Good girl,” Finn croons the moment I’m fully seated.
The warmth inside me is sated a little bit. He pets my hair for only a moment before separating from me to return to the kitchen.
The distance between us gives me more time to appreciate his body. As expected, for an Alpha wolf and, well, a never convicted criminal, Finn’s body is covered in silver scars. Some of them bisect the lines of the hundreds of hours of tattoos on his skin. Many of those scars look like they’ll never disappear from his skin.
There’s an old wives’ tale that says scars that don’t heal are the ones painted on our souls. The folklore is used as an explanation for why mating marks never fade.
Watching him does nothing as I try to calm myself down. I should be trying to stave off the next wave of heat while waiting for food.
He’ll demand I eat, but the cock impaling me is leaving me dripping. The cramps are more manageable and becoming fewer and further between, but the stool is wet under my ass, and I can’t draw my eyes off his body. I didn’t really want to behave anyway, so I’ll feast on the eye candy in front of me. It’s not my fault he’s sexy.