CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
Finn jumped off the bed and yanked his shirt off. The rest of his clothes dropped to the floor just as fast. And he stood next to me, all his male beauty on display.
But my eyes shot wide when a white tornado of sparkles blasted before me. I stared, breathing hard, as a white tiger stood next to the bed, his face level with the top of the mattress. His chin touched down on top of the blankets, and he stared for all of a second.
The white sparkles were back, whipping right in front of my eyes. A tornado of the magical existence in a moment of time. Swirling and then disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
Finn stood beside me again.
My jaw hung open.
He chuckled. “Just playing with you.” Then he literally pounced onto the bed directly over me. “I always wanted to see a woman’s face if I did that.”
A bubbling laugh moved up from my chest to my throat and trickled past my lips. “You and your playing! For a second, I thought I was going to have to kick some white tiger ass if you came any closer. I’m not into…that.”
He stared. Blinked.
And he couldn’t keep a straight face.
His head tipped back, and he roared with laughter, sputtering, “You are such a precious woman.”
I shrugged a bare shoulder. Then I smirked.
I loved making him laugh.
Finn sat up on his knees and grabbed my thighs, spreading them wide. He still wore a smile on his face. With a saucy wink, he purred, “Are you ready to keep playing, precious Mina?”
“Oh, yes.Morethan ready.” I crooked a finger. “Get down here, Mr. Baker.”
He lowered onto his arms, his hands on either side of my head, holding his torso above me. His blue gaze lingered on my lips, and his voice lowered to a guttural rumble. “Grab my cock and put it where you want it.”
I arched my back a little and reached down between our bodies. His hard cock was so long and thick. I moaned as I pumped him in my fist.
His eyes closed in pleasure. “Mina…”
I hummed and watched his face. Every little nuance, every scrunch of his brow when I did itjustright. Then I placed the tip of him at my entrance, and whispered, “Now, Finn. I want you now.”
The lids of his eyes opened the barest bit.
I stalled seeing blue cat eyes staring back at me.
He lifted a brow, and stated quietly, “I am a little different. It’s a byproduct of the curse. Just like God was born an alpha king when one already existed, all of us received a little something special too. My special talent’s being able to partially shift. No other shifter can do that.”
My brows snapped together. “That doesn’t mean your…,” I lifted a hand and then pointed down between our bodies. “…does anything different, right?”
His lips twitched, still staring at me with the wildest eyes I had ever witnessed on a man. He shook his head and chuckled. “No. I’m big enough as it is.”
“Then what else shifts when you’re a man?”
“My eyes shift. I can see better than any shifter in their human form. My claws. They come out to play when I want them to. And my canines. When they appear, I look damn wicked.”
I blinked. “That’s it?”
Incredulous, his eyes opened wide. “Are you kidding me? I’m like the ultimate fucking predator when I partially shift. And you ask, ‘that’s it’?”
He huffed.
So very proud about his white tiger.
