Page 20 of Just Right
BÄRCHEN
“Honig—”
Knowing that Finn will welcome me, even though—if he’s truly a virgin like he’s led me to believe—he might not quite understand my intentions (or believe that I mean them toward him, the youngest, sweetest of the brothers), I brush the back of my fingers along his erection.
There. In case he wonderswhyI didn’t just tiptoe toward the stairs instead of confronting him, here’s a clue.
Call him Sherlock fucking Holmes because he seems to understand exactly what that clue means. His hips buck, desperation to have more of my skin touching his obvious in the way he grits his teeth. He doesn’t move his feet, though his cock reaches for me.
I hiss out his name.
“No, my sweet. You are myHonig.” He’s panting softly. Without even touching me any further, he’s slowly rocking. He might never have fucked a woman before, but like most things in life, the act is instinctive. He knows what he wants, but before he can have it, he has something he wants to tell me: his chosen name. “And I am yourBärchen. Your‘little bear’.”
Moving closer, I run my thumb over the crown of his cock, fingers tapping along the side of his shaft. “Little, huh?”
“Compared to my brothers, yes. And not just in age. Of us all, I’m probably the easiest for a sweet human mate to take.”
I take my hand back.
Hang on… why does he make it sound likehewas the one to plan this. As though Colt or Rowan warned him, and now it’s just me and Finn alone… Finn naked, and me in his shirt… and the echoes of the fever still having me desperate to do just that and take him?
“Is that why you were in here waiting?” I demand. “Because of the fever? Someone needs to take care of their pet human, and since Rowan stopped Colt from making a move, and the bath didn’t quite do its job, now it’s your turn?”
“You were going to mate Colt?” His expression falls, though his erection doesn’t. If anything, his cock is straining toward me, desperate to feel my fingers wrapped round his girth again. “Would you rather go to his bed? If that’s what you want,Honig… I only want you to be happy.”
The earnestness in his tone has my sudden fury abating a little. The need is too strong, but I have to make sure he understands one thing first.
“Fucking you would make me happy,” I say bluntly. “But I’m not promising you that it can be anything other than sex. My body needs yours, Finn…Bärchen… but if you think that this isforever?—”
“One night with you will be worth all the lonely ones that will follow.”
I wish I could believe that. But after the talk of bonds and the forest wanting its due…
I fist my hand. “Why am I here?”
Finn is as smart as Rowan told me Colt is. He doesn’t act like he doesn’t know what I’m asking.
“Because the forest knows exactly who you belong to.”
“And who is that?”
“It depends on who you choose,” is the only answer he gives me.
He glances away, almost as though he’s sure that that will be enough to end this interlude between us.
He couldn’t be more wrong.
Choose… that’s what he said. Like it’s my choice.
Like, if I want to slake this lust, if I want to fall prey to this fever, I have to make the decision and stick by it.
True, I only have about two weeks before my time in Blackmoor is up. And, looking back, the villagers always made it seem like there was a pretty solid chance I’d end up fucking one of the monsters. It could be worse, right? I have a gentle, kind, honey-loving bear who is into me… Finn will be the easiest brother to have some fun with, but that’s the problem right there. I can already tell that he’ll be the easiest brother to hurt.
But if he can be satisfied with one night? Or maybe a few more before I go…
I snag his hand. “I’m going upstairs. I’d like it if you joined me.”
That’s all I have to say before, like his oldest brother, he’s swinging me up into his arms, carrying me right to his… my…ourroom.
