“Have you jerked off?” I gasped, my hips arching and my fingers wrinkling his shirt as he brought me nearly to the edge, then slowed down.
Finn knew my body better than I did.
I had no idea how he did, but I wasnevergoing to complain about it.
“Yes. Have you touched yourself?”
“Twice,” I breathed.
“Only twice? I’m offended.”
I laughed. It morphed into a moan when he brought me back to the edge. “How many times are you at?”
“Five.”
“Five?”
“My whole house smells like you, and sex. It’s a miracle I managed to do anything else.” He dragged his knuckle over my g-spot, and my head tipped back further. I cried out as Ialmostshattered—but Finn’s knuckle stopped right when I needed it to keep going.
“Don’t torture me,” I panted.
“Just getting you ready.” Finn slid his fingers out of me and spread the slickness on them slowly over my clit with one hand. He lifted my dress higher with the other.
I lined his cock up with my entrance, and he thrust in slowly, giving me exactly what I needed. I came hard, crying out loudly and gripping his shirt for dear life.
His gaze was on the place our bodies connected while he drove into me roughly, dragging me into another orgasm before he snarled his pleasure as he came with me.
Jade called me again while we finished—and we ran out to Finn’s truck, him grinning and me laughing breathlessly a few minutes later. Our clothes were wrinkled, but I didn’t give one single fuck about it.
Dinnerwith our friends was fun, and the performance was incredible. Extra incredible because I got to spend it snuggled up with Finn. The cushioned auditorium chairs weren’t super comfortable, but we made it work.
We talked about the play the whole way home, and while I took off my makeup and put on a pair of pajamas. The conversation continued as I climbed in bed. And when I told Finn he could just stay the night if he wanted to, since he had decided he was my boyfriend.
It went on while he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and got beneath the blankets with me.
And when his hand slipped between my thighs, and mine over his cock.
It didn’t end until he ducked under the sheets to put his mouth on me until I was crying out in pleasure.
It was an absolutely perfect night.
The next day,we drove back to Moon Ridge (separately), and shifted together. Our wolves ran around wildly all day, and I went home alone that evening.
Finn had me call him when I got back because he was paranoid about my safety. We stayed on the phone until late that night, talking about everything. And nothing.
He cameover with food after my last class the next day, going home late at night.
And the next day.
And the rest of them that week.
I joined him and his pack for dinner Friday night, too.
I was supposed to go home afterward, but ended up in Finn’s house, curled up on the couch with him while a movie played on the TV in front of us.
His fingers were buried in my hair, like they usually were.
Mine were splayed over his chest, liketheyusually were.
