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A dark chuckle sounded in my mind, her wolf pleased with the term, though Flor herself usually complained when we called her that.
I’d been able to hear Flor in my thoughts since she reclaimed me in the lower levels, but her wolf had rarely spoken. Now, she padded softly through my thoughts, inspecting them. No, my emotions. She took in the guilt, the worry, the self-hatred, and tore at it with imaginary jaws, spitting it to one side.
No more of that. Only love, mate.
My own wolf howled his agreement.Only love.
My heart overflowing, my wolf close to the surface so he could experience this moment, I slid up and over her. I nudged her thighs apart, then pushed her up onto her knees, notching my cock at her entrance. She groaned in relief when I pushed forward, and began to thrust.
Chapter 50
A Special Glow
FLOR
Finnick was a machine. He’d licked every inch of my body, and a particular few square inches enough times that I wondered if my bones had turned to liquid. Then he’d started fucking me, and… never stopped. I was half-sobbing as he held me close, his chest to my back, his cock moving inside me without softening, and without coming.
Why wasn’t he coming? I’d had a hundred orgasms, it seemed like. But he hadn’t come once, though I could tell in our bond that he was loving the process.
My other mates had taken care to introduce me to more kinky stuff than I’d ever imagined could exist over the past few weeks, promising it was just the tip of the iceberg of fun. So I wasn’t inexperienced anymore, and I knew this level of stamina was… unusual. Was something wrong?
Somehow, I gathered the courage and the breath to ask.
He huffed against my ear, his lips teasing the too-sensitive flesh of my neck where two of my mating bites lay. Bites he had worked on for long enough that it felt like each one of them had turned into a clit, or something. I’d come twice just from himnipping at them, and felt my mates’ groans echo in my mind as his actions had obviously had a similar effect on them, wherever they were.
“I can fuck for days without coming,” he growled in my ear. “I can fuck forever. I can give you more pleasure. Iwillgive you more, until you order me to come.”
Wait.I had to order him? If I’d had the energy to laugh, I would have. Had he been waiting for an invitation? “Come, Finn. Please, fill me up, I need you to come inside m?—”
Oh, thank the moon, someone said in my mind, though I wasn’t certain whose voice it was, as Finn’s release had triggered my own.
It was a tidal wave of pleasure and power, and I could have sworn the lights went out as Finn came and came, his shouts echoing in the dark. My face was buried in the pillow when I finally returned from whatever plane of existence Finn had fucked me onto.
“Oh shit,” he muttered. Somehow, I mustered the strength to turn over and saw he was…
“Glowing?” I sat up. No, more like sparkling constantly, blue shimmers and a few red gleaming like glitter all over his skin.
The room was dark, and the city lights that had been glimmering outside the window were dark, though as the seconds ticked on, they started to flicker back on, one building at a time.
“Are you?—”
“I don’t know,” he muttered, staring down at his own torso. He had a gorgeous, smooth chest, with small, dark pink nipples, and ridges and valleys of solid, lean muscles all the way down to his long cock. Which I should not be able to see, given that the lights were all out.
“Youareglowing. What did you do?”
“I don’t know!” he answered, slightly panicked, jumping out of the bed. He grabbed a pillow and rubbed at the glow. It didn’t come off, of course.Grigor?
Yes, pup?Grigor’s easy laughter had me relaxing, though Finn didn’t stop pacing the room until he slid out of one of the shadows. “Looks like you two had fun on your date,” Grigor said, carrying a bowl of warm, floral-scented water and a soft cloth to the bedside—who knows where he’d found them. Perching on the side of the bed, he began to clean the sweat and cum off my body. He took special care with my inner thighs, lingering on Glen’s mate mark there until I moaned. “Are you sore, little queen?”
Grigor had a thing for what Finn had told me was called “aftercare.” Almost an obsession, really. He patted my pussy gently now, blowing cool air across it and tutting as he inspected me one last time, running the warm cloth over all of me. He had no trouble seeing in the dark, and the lights were coming back on as he looked around the room.
“I mean, I’m a little sore,” I admitted, but mainly I just wanted him to keep up the kinky sponge bath. I kinda liked aftercare myself, and sometimes it led to more fun.
“Grigor,” Finn interrupted. He’d wrapped a white towel around his waist and ran a frantic hand through his red hair, pushing it back from his shining face. “What do I do? Why am I glowing?”
“Sparkling,” I whispered. “He’s sparkling like a vampire, right?” Glen had forced us all to sit through a movie marathon of his favorite vampire flicks. Grigor had laughed every time the one with the “skin of a killer” came on screen, muttering slightly concerning things that made me wonder just what other creatures walked in the world with us.
I’d ask him later, though. Maybe a few decades later.
