Pearl stirred, crying, but as soon as Margaid laid hands on her, she calmed right down.
They didn’t say much as they drove back to his house. He’d called his mom and let her know what was going on. The moment they arrived, he lifted Pearl out of the back and carried her into the house, lying her down on her bed.
Hetty applied the poultice to the places the netting had cut to allow it to suck out the poison and heal.
Finn quickly left and headed back outside where Margaid was placing the netting on his houseboat. He climbed back up.
“Sorry our date was ruined,” he said. “I really appreciate you coming to help.”
“You don’t need to keep apologizing. Besides, it doesn’t have to be over, does it?”
He took a step closer to her and gently reached out to run his fingers across her cheek. Touching her soft skin was electric. She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.
“I’d very much like to kiss you and I can shift if you?—”
“You need to stop right there,” she said. “I don’t want to kiss that guy from the bushes. I want to kiss you.”
His heart completely stuttered in his chest, hearing those words. She wanted him and not because of some kind of weird curiosity to kiss a monster. She wanted him and that meant the world to him.
Tipping her chin up, he bent down and kissed her on her luscious pink lips, softly at first, before it deepened into something more primal, a yearning that had been burning in his blood since the moment he first laid eyes on her.
Margaid moaned and melted into him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her curvy body against him. He let his hands wander down her back, cupping her ass. His cock was so hard and he desperately wanted to throw her down on the deck and mount her, but this was only a first date and he wasn’t going to pressure her.
He broke off the kiss, but kept his arms around her. She rested her forehead against his muzzle, her hands resting on his chest.
“I’d like to go out with you again,” he said huskily and trying to regain his composure.
“Who says the date is over?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it?”
She smiled and kissed him again. “No. It’s not over yet. I want you, Finn. More than just a kiss and more than just for one night.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Positive, though it’s been some time since I’ve been with anyone.”
“Same. I do want you, Margaid.” He kissed her again, possessively. “So much.”
She ran her hands down his face and then slipped inside his shirt, running her fingers through his fur. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside and straight to his berth in the back.
There was more room back there, and even though his bunk was small, there was room on the floor. A thick faux fur rug and pillows where he liked to read was the perfect space to spread her legs and taste her sweet cunt, which is all he could think about doing right now.
“What about protection?” he asked, as he set her down. “I don’t have a condom, but glashtyns can’t get human diseases.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in years and I’m on a birth control shot.”
He smiled. “Good.”
Her breathing quickened and a growl rumbled in his chest.
“I want you to fuck me, Finn,” she said, taking off her glasses and then slipping out of her dress. She stood there in her pink lace bra and panties. Through the lace he could see a small strip of red hair. He growled in appreciation, which was laced with a primal hunger that rumbled through his chest.
“Show me how much you want me.” It was a command, but he selfishly wanted her to touch him before he spread her legs. He pulled off his clothes and she gasped as her hungry gaze fell on his erect cock.
“Holy shit.”
He chuckled. “It’ll fit. Trust me. Do you trust me?”
