Chapter 387 The Safe Word Was Not Fin
He took control completely, setting the pace, lifting her then pushing her down so she felt every inch of him on every stroke.
The pace increased, his hands controlling the speed, her body responding to the direction with a compliance that the matebond was rewarding with pulses of his pleasure feeding into hers.
“Rub your clit while you ride it just like this.” His hand landed on her ass again. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
Her face went red. The instruction landed on the part of her that was shy. Openly touching herself, in this position, with Fin watching from behind made her shy. She had done that once with Dex in that permanently deleted memory she shall not name and hadn’t done it since.
She hesitated. Her rhythm faltered.
Fin’s eyes narrowed.
SMACK.
The spank was sharp, loud, landing with enough force to jolt her entire body forward.
“I said touch yourself.” SMACK. SMACK. Two more, harder, the sound cracking through the room. “Bad girl. Do not make me repeat myself.”
He grabbed her wrist. His grip was firm, unyielding, and he guided her hand down between her legs, pressing her own fingers against her swollen clit.
“Rub.” The word was a command carved from stone. “I want to feel you playing with that clit while you fuck yourself on me.”
Still burning with embarrassment, Serena started moving her fingers. Shy. Tentative. Small circles that were more gesture than commitment.
SMACK. SMACK.
Two more landed hard on skin that was already stinging.
Before she could respond, his hands spread her wider. She heard him bring his thumb to his mouth. Felt the wet pressure a moment later, firm and deliberate, pressing against the tight ring of muscle behind where he was buried inside her.
She stiffened, gasping.
“Because you hesitated,” he said, voice pure command, “this ass is getting used too.”
He pushed his thumb past the resistance. Slow. Steady. The sudden fullness of both made her gasp so sharply the sound could have cut glass.
Her body jolted. Every muscle seized. Her pussy clenched around him so hard that the noise it pulled from Fin was involuntary and raw.
“That’s right.” His voice was rough with the effort of holding still while her body adjusted to the intrusion. “You can blush and act shy all you want. But this ass is mine now.”
He started moving his thumb. Slow, shallow thrusts, timed to her riding, the dual rhythm producing a sensation that was overwhelming in its completeness. His other hand came down on her backside again.
“Move your hand faster on your clit. Now.”
She obeyed, her fingers moving faster, the embarrassment dissolving under the weight of sensation that was too much and too good and being amplified by Fin’s pleasure being carried through their matebond.
“Good girl.” He pushed his thumb deeper, and the moan that left her was loud enough to fill the room. “Feel that? Both your holes being used by me. This is what happens when you hesitate.”
She gasped. The sound was sharp, broken, the gasp of a woman whose body was approaching a threshold and whose mind had stopped providing commentary.
“Fuck, you are squeezing me so tight,” he said, his hips rising to meet hers, the pace increasing from controlled to urgent. “Ride me harder, Serena. Fuck yourself like you mean it.”
Her body obeyed as her fingers chased the building pressure with a desperation that had burned through every last reserve of shyness.
“Fin.” Her voice was a wreck. Thin, breathless, carrying the specific frequency of a woman whose body was about to break. “I am going to cum.”
He stopped touching her. Stopped moving her.
“Shadowclaw. Say it.”
“Shadowclaw,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
He started moving again faster. Then he pulled her backwards. Her spine hit his chest. His arm locked around her waist, crushing her against him, and his mouth found her neck, and his fangs sank into the mark he had placed there months ago.
The bite detonated everything.
And her orgasm crashed through her body with a violence that arched her spine against his chest, her scream filling the room, her pussy tightening around him in rhythmic pulses that the matebond transmitted at full amplitude.
The pleasure hit Fin through the matebond like a tidal wave, and his own release followed a half-second later, his hips driving upward, burying himself to the hilt, his groan vibrating against her neck through the bite as he spilled inside her in thick, heavy pulses.
His cock still buried, still pulsing, still releasing the last of himself inside her while her body trembled and twitched against his chest.
His free hand shot around her front, fingers finding her clit instantly. He rubbed her roughly, fast, unrelenting circles that matched the violent pulses of her orgasm.
“Fin— Fin, Fin— wait, Fin—”
Fin snarled against her neck and tightened his grip, refusing to let her escape even an inch. His fingers attacked her clit faster, rubbing her through the peak whether she could handle it or not.
A second orgasm hit her like a battering ram. One she had no control over. Her body convulsed as she squirted violently all over Fin’s hand and his cock. She bucked and thrashed helplessly against his iron hold, moaning against his fangs while wave after brutal wave tore through her.
He groaned, the sound vibrating straight into her bloodstream through the bite. The matebond between them was wide open. Every sensation shared. Every aftershock synchronized. The pleasure cycling between them in diminishing waves that neither of them could tell the origin of, because the feedback loop had made the question of whose pleasure was whose completely irrelevant.
Her eyes fluttered closed as his venom overtook her.
Fin released the bite. His mouth stayed against her neck, kissing the mark, his breathing ragged against her skin.
His arms didn’t loosen. His body didn’t move. The man who controlled everything, who calculated every outcome, who had never once in his life been caught unprepared, was holding his mate against his chest with the specific grip of a wolf who had just claimed what he was owed and was in no hurry to give it back.