Blaze, page 13
The feeling of his ownership of me is not as difficult and overwhelming as I thought it would be. It’s steady and leveling. It’s as if Finn has permeated every inch of me without even touching me. He’s entrenched himself in my soul. There is no part of me that he does not exist in.
Mating bond, my wolf reminds me. He is ours and wants us to feel this.
“The way you feel right now? It goes through you from everywhere?” Finn whispers in my ear. “That’s how I feel about you. When you run from me or leave me lost for you, it’s like flaying my flesh from my bones.”
Those words carve a hollow inside me. My head falls, hanging in regret because I can’t imagine what this felt like to him. I took advantage of being half-feral.
Finn wraps his arms around me and squeezes, holding me tighter than his collar around my neck.
“Kathleen, I need you to remember my vow to love you more than life itself because I’m about to fuck you like your name doesn’t matter and I’m never going to see you again.” His words send chills down my spine.
Finn presses his teeth hard against my mating mark but nowhere near hard enough to break skin. With a fluid movement, he leaves me waiting on my knees as he pulls out a stylish chain leash with a green leather handle.
My pussy clenches, knowing exactly where that’s going.
When he approaches, I lower my gaze. Moving my head aside with his finger and thumb, Finn clasps the leash into the collar’s D-ring. Finn bends at the waist and tugs on the leash, raising my head to meet his. He presses a chaste kiss against my lips before standing back and undressing. As needed, he shifts the leash from one hand to the other, constantly keeping a slight tension connecting us.
Finn pulls harder on the chain, and I fall to all fours, crawling the few steps as he sits on the bed. I position myself between his knees, unable to take my eyes off his cock. He’s hard, and precum is pooling on the tip.
He drags me closer to him. “Lick me clean.”
I slide forward and slip my tongue out between my lips. Dragging it across the tip of his cock, I take the salty offering.
“Come all the way to me, Kathleen.” Finn’s voice is forceful and commanding.
My hesitation is involuntary but not unnoticed. Finn tugs on the lead, and I’m pulled forward tight between his legs, his cock running along the side of my face. With the leash wrapped around his hand, Finn splays his finger and thumb under my jaw, pressing into the side and opening it.
Finn’s cock fills my mouth. With a pull of the collar, he’s gagging me without a second of pause. He guides my head to fuck his cock. It’s steady, consistent, neither fast nor slow. He’s using me like the little pet he’s made me into.
“Look at me, faolan,” he orders.
I rake my eyes up his torso. Tears run down my face from gagging, and when I bring my gaze up to his, he’s smirking. The devious glint in his eyes is the only warning I get to try and relax my throat. Finn forces his cock in deeper. I’m gagging hard, trying to swallow back the consequences of it. My drool rolls down my chin, dripping down to my chest. Involuntarily, my body tries to move back, and Finn laughs and holds tight.
It’s uncomfortable to the point of being painful.
Just as my discomfort starts to overwhelm me, Finn groans. “Fuck, Kathleen, your throat is almost as good as your cunt.”
My discomfort fades slightly with his praise.
He fucks my throat with short retreats, making me light-headed. The tension feels like he’s on the edge and promises I’ll get more from him. The kind of more that is praise on its own. It says that I’ve been exactly what he needed me to be. I want that more.
Except Finn draws ragged breaths, and his legs shake. “Fuck.”
The withdrawal of his cock from my mouth is a reprieve. He runs his thumb across my chin, wiping the spit clear. And the way he looks at me soothes the ache of missing the feeling of him coming down my throat.
There’s a dark gleam in his eye as Finn looks down at me. “As much as I’ve loved fucking your throat, I’ve two more holes I need to claim. And maybe, if I think you’ve learned your lesson . . . I’ll even let you pick where I come.”
A shiver runs through my body in anticipation, and I’ve never been so aroused. Heat has nothing on this feeling. This isn’t a simple want to be bred. It’s deep-seated need to be dominated, owned, and kept in every form.
Pulling on the leash, Finn brings me to stand before him. He places a kiss on my lips, then releases a soft hum of approval before he turns back to the dark sadist I’m growing fond of.
Finn grasps my collar and unclips the leash. With his fingers slipped under the collar, he leads me to the bed and presses me back down against it. The warmth of his touch heats me further.
Releasing his grip, he taps open my legs before resting his knees between them. When Finn’s lips turn into a sly smile, I worry about what to expect.
Rightfully so.
As Finn slides his fingers through my wetness, he taunts, “You’re soaked. I think you’re wetter now than you were during your heat, and even then, you were a puddle.”
He demonstrates by showing me his fingers coated in my slick. It’s a short demonstration. Finn presses two fingers against my asshole and mercilessly pushes in.
Arching, I try to escape the startling feeling, but Finn’s tight grip on the collar restricts my movements. Finn laughs, and the dark, rich sounds only heighten my suspicious anticipation of what will come next.
Slick runs from my pussy down to where his fingers are fucking my ass, and the moan that escapes comes from low in my belly, my head rolling back in delight.
Finn grumbles in approval before threatening, “Enjoy it now, faolan. You’re still in so much trouble.”
It’s not my fault punishment feels good. I keep that thought from escaping only because the feeling of a third finger enters me without warning.
Sliding his hand behind my leg, Finn raises my ass onto his thigh for support as he fucks it with his fingers. I’m treated to the view of his fingers penetrating me while the other hand strokes his cock slowly, taunting. He slides his fingers into my pussy before going back and coating his cock.
“You are mine, Kathleen.” Finn pulls his fingers from my ass and swiftly pushes his thick cock in as a replacement.
I scream as my vision blinks. All the softness Finn exhibited toward me is gone. He takes my ass with force, his body descending over the top of mine. Finn snarls and skates his teeth down my neck to my mating mark. Teeth clench down, but skin goes unbroken. It’s just the overwhelming pain.
Releasing my neck, Finn lets out a terrible growl, and my body is on the verge of overload. He goes back to kneeling above me, cock still grinding in my ass, refusing me any reprieve.
Finn brushes my clit with his thumb, giving me something to distract from the pain. And with his other hand, Finn sinks his fingers inside me.
My orgasm creeps ever closer, and I try to chase it away. This isn’t supposed to be about me. But I can’t help it. I’m made for this.
“Please, Finn,” I beg. “Please. I’m going to come.”
With that information, Finn pulls his fingers from where they’ve been stroking deep, hitting that perfect spot. He holds them to my mouth, and I open without needing instruction.
“Lick them clean, faolan.” Finn’s Alpha command hits hard again.
The use of it isn’t because he doesn’t expect me to comply but because he knows how humbling it is. Forceful and controlling. Its use lowers me further, pushing me deeper into my submissive nature.
My tongue runs up his index finger and down his middle. Greedily, I lick myself off him. The salt of his skin mixes with my slick and barely distracts me from how he’s picked up his pace in taking my ass.
Finn rotates his fingers, letting me clean them thoroughly and separating them so I can slide my tongue between them.
He gives me a contented smile. “Keep that mouth open, faolan.”
Pushing my tongue forward, I demonstrate how good I can be for him, holding my jaw down. Finn doesn’t praise me. Instead, he slowly adjusts the angle he takes my ass. I squeeze my eyes shut, the new angle delivering more pain than I had become accustomed to. With a hard thrust, my jaw falls closed. A light smack comes to my face. My eyes fly open to see him on the verge of scolding me. Purposefully, I force my mouth open, slowly and wide.
Finn presses his thumb on the underside of my chin before sliding his fingers into my mouth and straight down my throat. I gag around them. Adding to my discomfort, he scissors his fingers in my mouth, watching me gag repeatedly. Gagging causes tears to well up in my eyes.
“You look so pretty crying as I destroy you.”
Finn’s thumb finds my clit.
Between the three sensations — his cock grinding in my ass, his thumb rubbing my clit, and his fingers choking me — I’m done. The orgasm takes me before I can even beg for it to stop.
Anytime a scream comes close to escaping my mouth, his fingers gag me. The thumbing of my clit causes me to clench everything, including my ass around his cock.
Everything hurts. All my muscles are sore and used.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth, running them down my chin, neck, and chest, leaving a wet trail. Finn pulls his hand from my clit and grabs my hips to thrust into my ass.
His pelvis grinds against mine, and the sting of pain doesn’t lessen.
My fingers fisted in the sheets above me aren’t distracting enough. Clenching my jaw, I grind my teeth together. I’ll hold on as long as he needs me to. I will take everything he gives me.
Covering me with his elbows resting on either side of my head, Finn rolls himself in long strokes in and out of my ass.
Whimpers I’ve been fighting can’t be contained. I let them out as I tip my head up to kiss him. He lets me place a few soft kisses on his lips before he kisses me back. When his tongue enters my mouth, he pulls his cock entirely out of my ass, and the relief is instantaneous.
Finn pulls the blanket around us as he lies down beside me.
He runs his hand through my hair, petting me over and over again.
Turning my head toward him, I nuzzle against his face until he tilts his head down and kisses me. His forehead rests against mine.
“You didn’t come,” I complain.
Finn hums. “I know. But I also know you have no plans to ever use your safeword but that you need a break.”
He’s right. I know he’s right.
We can be good. He can take us further, my wolf presses.
Warmth floods through the bond between us, and I shiver.
Finn moves, careful not to disrupt how I’m lying on the bed.
No, my wolf whines.
I let it out, fully vocalized. “No. Don’t go.”
“Shhh, faolan, I’ll be back. But I need to clean my little pet up.” He slides his hand down my leg before covering me with the blanket.
Chapter 19
Finn
Soft whimpering comes from next to me in the bed. Opening my eyes, I see Lena’s fists clenched up as she’s curled around herself.
“Shhh.” I pet her head, trying to soothe her without dragging her into full wakefulness.
Petting doesn’t soothe her, and I try squeezing her gently to give her the feeling of being protected.
A whine escapes her, and she trembles.
“Kathleen, faolan, come back to me,” I whisper into the crown of her head. “I’m here.”
Her body stops shaking, and she nuzzles in. The tiniest little apology comes from her. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, faolan. What’s wrong?” I run my hand in soft circles along her shoulder, where the tiniest bit of her tattoos peek over the top.
“Is Brayden dead?” Her voice is barely over a whisper.
I draw a deep breath before nodding against her head. “He is.”
Lena’s emotions leak through our bond. Relief and an out-of-place happiness tell me that forgiveness for Brayden’s death won’t be hard to obtain for the guilty party.
“It wasn’t just the leak,” Lena says knowingly. “What did he do?”
“Regardless of being the leak or not, I couldn’t forgive him for what he did. He could threaten me all day long with reporting me to the police as dangerous. Fuck, he could do it, and I’d just laugh. But the minute he turned his threats to you, I was already planning to get rid of him,” I answer honestly. “Then, I got a call from the cop on Magnus’s payroll. Brayden reported you as dangerous. Luckily, we were able to keep the report completely off the books. There was no going back at that point. Brayden was a dead man.”
“But you didn’t kill him?” Lena questions. She shuffles from inside my arms to move back and see my face.
I shake my head. “He was dead when I got there.”
“You know who did kill him.” Lena isn’t questioning.
And I’ll buy him a beer later or maybe get him out of some pack functions. He could run an ‘errand’ or twelve.
I nod my head against hers. “I do. But it doesn’t matter.”
She snuggles back against my nose, pushing up into my short beard and kissing against my jaw.
“You didn’t come,” she murmurs.
The way she’s upset about that tugs at my heartstrings. I’ve never met a woman so genuinely focused on my pleasure.
“That bothers you, faolan?” I squeeze her.
“A lot,” she answers with a whine.
My cock twitches. There are so many more ways to use her. “Roll over onto your other side.”
Dramatically arching her back as she does, Lena stretches while rolling over, giving me the perfect view of her tits before settling herself onto her side, facing away from me.
I get a full feel of her ass wiggling against my rapidly growing cock. She leans back against my chest, turning her head to look up at me over her shoulder.
Once she’s settled before me, I run my hand down the curve of her side and around the globe of her ass. Hitching her leg onto my thigh, I slide my knee between her legs.
“Mmm.” Lena hums with approval as she lifts her hip and rolls forward, her foot hooking back around my calf. She’s positioning herself more naturally beneath me.
I slide my cock down her ass. Pushing myself up onto my elbow, I cover her body with my own. With our legs intertwined, my cock nestles against her heat.
She’s already drawing quick breaths, ready for what’s coming next.
“Do you feel how hard you make me? Just those little movements, and I’m ready to fuck your pretty cunt raw.” I drag it along her slit before raising her leg higher, giving me further access.
She’s slick already, coating me and making it easier to slide along. I tempt her to grind back against me, resting my cock at her opening.
“Or, maybe, I just fuck your ass again. You’re such a good girl after I destroy you.” I have no intention of doing so, but threatening her with it is a dark and sadistic feeling.
Lena’s chest heaves, waiting for me to make the decision. I guide the head into her warmth. Euphoria is found between a woman’s legs, but here, like this, with Lena, it’s impossible not to equate it with a religious experience.
This small reward isn’t good enough for Lena. After handling me so darkly, even if she failed to communicate her limit, Lena deserves so much more.
As I slide my fingers into her wet center, Lena can’t seem to choose where to rest. Leaning back against my thigh to take more of my cock into her cunt or forward onto her stomach, increasing the pressure of my fingers on her clit.
I make the decision for her, shifting my weight from my free hand onto my knees. I run my hand up her body and rest on my elbow, the angle perfect to wrap my hand around her throat, holding her back against my chest.
Lena’s pulse beats rapidly between my fingers. When she swallows, I remember the feeling of her throat on my cock, and the self-control to stop myself from rutting into her dissipates.
Denying myself earlier has only made me needy now. I drive my hips forward into her again and again. The forceful thrust leads me to fucking her hard, face down into the mattress. Completely captive beneath me, Lena moans with each long stroke.
My teeth find her mating mark again, and I bite down, coming hard. I hold her to me, away from the smothering bedding below us.
Lena follows me over the edge, screaming her pleasure through heavy moans. Her body is tense as her cunt milks me dry with each lust-inducing pulse.
A few throbs later, my vision becomes less blurry. We’re lying together in a panting mess.
When I slide out from between her legs, Lena protests with a groan. “That’s the worst part.”
“I would live inside you if I could.” I kiss the back of her head before climbing out of bed.
Lena moves to follow me, and when I try to scold her, she looks at me. “I have to pee.”
I offer her my hand and take her to get cleaned up.
I should take that collar off. I look at it again, twice, while wiping her down and planting kisses all over her body. But it just looks so right hanging around her neck that I leave it.
Even if Da is right, and the best thing is to let her come to me, Lena’s mine, and I like seeing her this way.
Chapter 20
Lena
The bedding is soaked. I want to cuddle and be close to Finn, but the textures are making me feel like I’m being bonded, glued, unable to escape from the fabric, and trying to find a space unsaturated by us — well, mostly me — is impossible.
“Go to the kitchen and drink some water. I’ll handle this,” Finn instructs as he looks between me and then the bed.
His nod of reassurance pushes me out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. As I open cupboards, the more I move, the more I’m aware of the play collar resting at the base of my neck. The metal tag, warmed by my skin, makes a small clink when I rise to my toes to pluck a glass off a high shelf.
