Page 96 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

Right, I nod to encourage myself. I don’t want to be impolite.

“Finn,” I say, hoping he can hear me through the door.

“Yes?” his voice sounds worried. “Is something wrong?”

I take a deep breath. “Join me.”

“What?”

I feel my cheeks heating up a bit. Goddess, why does this have to be so difficult? “I just… I can’t bring myself to leave the tub, and it’s big enough…and we wanted to talk a bit, so…”

The door flies open and Finn strides in. “Just wanted to make sure,” he exclaims, while getting rid of his shirt.

Now that was difficult…not,Sereia snickers.

I can’t help but blatantly stare while Finn strips himself of his clothes, one piece after another. I got a hint of what’s beneath these layers when he shifted, but everything happened so fast, I couldn’t appreciate the whole view. Now I can.

“Do you want me to undress slowly?” he teases.

I try to force my embarrassment down and pretend to be annoyed instead. “Why would I?”

A smirk curls around Finn’s lips, and he tilts his head slightly, looking at me innocently, before moving his hands to his pants, very slowly opening the belt. Step by step, he removes his clothes, making sure to put on a show for me. Before he shimmies out of his boxers, he turns around so that I can get a look at his perfect ass. His muscles tense slightly when he gets rid of his boxers, and Sereia keeps chanting at me to grope his perfect ass. He is so well built, more so than any warrior at Blood Snow or even shithead Colton. They can’t compare to him. There are tattoos covering parts of his back, his arms, his hip, and his left calf. He turns his head slightly to glance at me, smirking again, before turning around fully.

Okay, you’re right,Sereia deadpans.We can’t call this majestic piece of meat dingdong.When the heck did my wolf get so cheeky, playful and silly?I will call it The Colonel from now on.

Finn wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Max just told me he and Sereia are eager to name my—”

“Oh Goddess,” I groan.

Finn laughs and finally stops the teasing. He moves towards the tub now, while my eyes still follow his every move. His abs and arm muscles are truly a sight. And he has more tattoos on his front. His arms and shoulders are partly covered in them, and he even has one on his chest. I was never one for tattoos, but he looks hot!

Finn steps into the tub behind me, although there would have been plenty of space for him to sit down next to me or even on the other side. I won’t argue, though; glad to finally feel him close. He settles down right behind me, pulling me into his arms from behind. I wiggle a bit, trying to adjust my position. When he growls slightly, I have to grin. So much for him being the tease. I like how it puts me in control again, feeling how it spurs my confidence on.

Sharing my bath with Finn is perfect. He helps me wash my hair, before using the foam of the shampoo on his hair, making a silly foam crown on his head to make me laugh. He is so sweet and hilarious and so immensely attractive. His tattoos and piercings give him a certain edge, but beneath them, he is beautiful.

I shift my body slightly and move my hand backward, until my fingers meet the shaft of his cock. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I go with my instincts. I can feel it stiffening in my hands.

Finn’s hands find their way to my breasts, massaging them before his fingers start teasing my nipples. I’ve always felt self-conscious about my small boobs, but Finn looks at me like I’m a gift from heaven, making my insecurities disappear. I wrap my hand around his shaft, tightening my fingers carefully. The soapy water makes it easy to move my hands in a steady rhythm.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I admit, ashamed. “Tell me what you like.”

“The same goes for you,” Finn says, kissing my temples.

I blink at him, my eyes wide. “Wait…what?”

Inside my mind Sereia growls contentedly, pleased at what she just heard.

Finn doesn’t seem to be ashamed of being a virgin at all; he just shrugs. “I always wanted to wait for my mate.”

I stare at him. He waited for me. I know it’s not important. Had he slept with other women before me, I wouldn’t have held it against him, but I like that he waited. In a sudden wave of emotion, I turn around and lean forward, claiming his lips in a heated kiss. This time, there is no one close by. We are all alone, and I enjoy every moment of finally having my man to myself. I try to explore his mouth properly. Our kiss feels a bit uncoordinated and sloppy at first, but soon we both get the hang of it, and Finn starts to play with his tongue piercing, too, adding pressure to it when our tongues meet.

I suddenly find myself on his lap, his massive erection between us. I can feel my arousal growing, my core tingling with want. I strongly believed I would never let anyone touch me because all men I knew were abusing their power, but now that I have met Finn, I find myself longing for him.

“I want you,” I whisper.

Something in his eyes flashes. “Are you sure?” he asks carefully. I’m amazed by how he can control his desires. He is an alpha wolf, yet he is willing to stop anytime if I say the word.

“They never sexually harassed me,” I tell him. “They were scared of me. I have no triggers, not that I know of, at least. So, yes, I am sure, very sure.”

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