I shake my head with a little smile at his ridiculousness, but then Finn has one hand on my hip and another at the back of my head, kissing me long and hard as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside me. I moan as I stretch around him, my pussy so wet, he slides deep into me until he’s bottoming out.
“Fuck, I don’t know if your cunt feels better around my cock or around my tongue. I love it either way.” He pulls out slowly and then thrusts into me, hard. It’s shocking and makes me gasp and moan and gyrate my hips, slowly drawing him deep inside me again. I ride him for a few minutes until my legs are shaking and that familiar heat grows inside me again. I lose my rhythm as the feeling of pleasure takes me over again.
“Do you need me to take over, my mate? Do you need me to fuck you hard until the feeling of my cock is molded into you for the rest of the day?”
“Y-yes, Finn. Please.”
That’s all the indication from me he needs. Finn grabs onto my hips with his large hands as he pounds into me from below, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room as his hips snap up.
“Touch yourself, little treasure. I want to watch you come again.”
I circle my clit as he thrusts into me over and over. It’s rough and fast and I touch myself faster and faster as another orgasm draws closer.
And then I’m falling off the cliff, coming so hard I lose all sense of anything around me other than the feeling of Finn and the sound of his guttural roar as he comes inside me, shuddering and whispering sweet words and praises in my ear. I collapse onto his chest and he holds me close, running his fingers down my arms and pressing soft kisses to my temple and cheeks every so often, like he can’t help himself touching me as much as he can. He then threads our fingers together and rests them on his chest and we lay there together.
I might not know what I’m doing and I may have made a lot of mistakes to get me here, but right now, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
???
I head down to the soul cave a little later, having taken another shower and feeling strange now I know this is my job and that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be for once.
After barely any time, I’ve delivered another five souls. I’m in the zone, ready to do another five or maybe ten, however many as I can to try to assuage just a teensy bit of the crushing guilt and roiling emotions I’ve got going on. My stomach isnothappy and I spend the whole time feeling like I might puke any minute.
And that realization brings with it another pang of guilt, along with something else—something twisted and nasty. I can’t help hearing Jet’s words in my head, that we’re all just puppets dancing to the invisible strings of unknowable higher forces. Here, I don’t know if the puppet masters I’m most leery of are Madame or fate and destiny themselves.
Ugh. I might be a weaver, but it makes my head hurt when I think too metaphysically. I’m here. There are three men that I have genuine feelings for. I’m able to do a job as easily as breathing. And it all feels soright.
Like it’s meant to be.
My fate and my destiny.
Jet would fight against it. She’d lecture me about free will and weakness and giving in to what ‘they’ want—although I’ve never been all that sure if she knows who ‘they’ are, or if there’s any more point fighting them than trying to fight against gravity itself.
I feel kind of guilty that I don’t care more. Like, once again, I should rage against my lack of freewill in this situation, but I just have a deep sense of contentment. This place makes me feel settled in a way I’ve never experienced before, like I could so easily be happy here.
If Brogan and Soren don’t kick me out, that is.
I feel another little lurch in my gut as I step through the gate and come face to face with both a massive dragon and a gigantic hound. Both are clearly waiting for me.
“Uh, everything all right?”
The dragon… my dragon, huffs and rolls his eyes at the hound next to him. I can’t hear Finn in my head like I can with Brogan when he’s in his hound form, but I get the gist of what he’s trying to say. Brogan showed up, wanting to talk to me and Finn is here in case I need backup.
I run a hand affectionately over his snout, which is the size of a car’s hood, and he closes his eyes, huffing again. This time it’s a contented sound that makes me smile. Turning my head to meet the eyes of the gorgeous hound whose head comes up to my waist, I don’t really know what to say to him. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt remotely awkward in Brogan’s company.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out at the same time I hear his voice in my head.
“You’ve been, uh, delivering souls?”
I nod half a dozen times, which is far too many times, and it makes my head throb. “Yeah.”
“Good. That’s good. Um, Soren’s had an idea. He wants to go back to the academy.”
My first thought is that he wants to return me like an unwanted puppy being taken to the pound, or he wants to see if he can switch me out for a better weaver. Brogan seems to sense that I’m panicking as he quickly adds, “I’ll let him explain, but we think that maybe Madame LaFontaine had something to do with Wren and Camellia going missing.”
“What?” I blink a few times, reeling at the possibility.
I guess we’re going back to the academy.
