Page 98 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

Finn gasps, his eyes darkening for a moment. “I’m close,” he groans.

“Mark me,” I moan.

Finn almost stills for a second. “Are you certain?” he inquires, sounding a bit unsure. “A mark is a bond that can’t be broken again and—”

“Yes, if it means I’m tied to you.” I feel a warm feeling settling inside me, and Sereia is very content with my decision. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “I want you so bad. In every way.”

“Then do it,” I demand.

Finn picks up the pace of his thrusts again, pulling me into his arms. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, a shiver of anticipation going through my body. Oh, Goddess, yes. His tongue licks over my marking spot. He keeps sucking at it for a moment before I can feel his canines grazing against it, and then…

I scream when he pierces my skin. The pain soon replaced by electric tingles going through my body in waves of pleasure. It makes me shiver and moan, feeling everything so much more intensely. Finn licks the mark, closing the wound. I don’t want this feeling to ever end. I wrap my legs around him tightly, basking in this foreign sensation.

Finn’s dick pulsates inside me, his body tensing above me. I wrap my arms around him, allowing myself to be swept along with him. My muscles are tensing, something building up in my body, and then it’s like all my nerves are exploding, mingling with the tingles I feel from the bond and the marking.

I moan as my orgasm hits me, screaming out Finn’s name before I drop back down on my back, exhausted. I’m panting, feeling tired, but content and fulfilled. Finn pulls out of me and discards the condom before dropping down next to me. He pulls me into his arms instantly, peppering me with kisses.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you for being in my life, Freya, and for accepting me.”

I nod with a smile, curling up against him, feeling sleep overcome me. When was the last time that I was able to sleep peacefully? I can’t even remember, and I know that now even Sereia is relaxed and quiet.

I thought being marked would be scary, but now I feel peaceful. I snuggle against my mate, finally allowing myself to be lulled into sleep.

thirty-one

The Morning After

*FINN*

I’mwokenupbythe sound of a gentle knock on my door. It’s light outside, much to my surprise. Shouldn’t it be evening by now? There is another knock at the door, and I crawl out of bed, glad I thought about cleaning Freya and me up before we went to sleep. I grab a pair of boxers and slip them on.

Once at the door, I instantly recognize my mother’s scent. “Mom,” I whisper while opening it for her.

“Finn, darling,” she mutters quietly. “I didn’t want to wake you up by linking you. I know you all needed sleep. Steve and his mate, Marcel, and the double trouble twins are still sleeping too.”

“Is it really morning already?” I ask in surprise.

She nods with a smile. “I didn’t have it in me to wake you up. But I think the girls need something to eat now, and you guys too. You must all be starving!”

I nod. She is right. We haven’t eaten anything since we arrived in Silverlake. Apparently our bodies needed sleep more than food then. “Of course. When should we be down for breakfast?”

“In an hour?” she offers.

“Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”

She smiles brightly at me, her gaze mischievous “You’ve got a very special mate, Finn.”

I’m surprised, to say the least. I know Freya is special, and to me, she is the world, but I’m sure my mom is talking about something else. I eye her curiously. “What do you mean, Mom?”

“You will soon find out for yourself.” She giggles briefly. “Breakfast will be served today in the private dining room.” She waves before skipping away cheerfully, her ethereal laughter echoing through the corridor.

When I return to my bedroom, I see Freya is up already. She is sitting on the bed now, the blanket only covering her from her waist down. Her upper body is fully on display for me, her perfect perky breasts, her pink nipples, her slender figure, the long neckline, and my mark! It’s there for everyone to see. I feel a wave of possessiveness washing over me. My mate. She is mine now.

I wish she could mark me too, but maybe we can do that once her wolf is back to full strength. I compel my wicked instincts down, reminding myself she is not at her full healing capacity, and I need to be careful with our intimate moments. Besides, I’m sure mom will raid the place if we are not down for breakfast in an hour.

“Good morning, my beauty,” I smile at her, sitting on the bed and kissing her softly.

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