Werewolf Boyfriend: Finn 3 (complete)

I’ve become a frequent customer of Lene’s lingerie shop. Ever since the success of the first bra, I’ve gone back several times for more, and I’ve completely replaced my old tattered underwear with things from the shop. I have a mate now, after all, and I like showing off for him. Having really nice underwear for him to tear away has been a treat for us both.

I still have my bad days, but my confidence is bolstered thanks to Finn and all his affection. As a kid, I was never really confident in myself, and though my dad tried, he really didn’t know what to do. It was hard enough being a single parent raising a daughter, but I was a werewolf on top of that. My dad really didn’t know how to cope. Being with Finn, an amazing man and werewolf, I’m learning more about myself than ever before.

Back in the day, my dad wouldn’t let me shift at home - he would take me camping to do it. It made me feel like the werewolf side of me was something I needed to keep hidden away. As my figure grew to be way more than generous, I also felt the need to hide my body away. But Finn, I say with the dreamy sigh of a lovelorn cartoon princess, has allowed me to feel free with my body, both werewolf and human.

“What smells so sweet?” he asks as he comes into the kitchen to wash his hands after chopping firewood. We’ve lately taken to having bonfires and inviting family and neighbors.

“I’m cutting up this cantaloupe for tonight. I figured some fresh fruit between beers might be nice.” I toss some of the rind into the trash.

“No, that’s not it.” Finn comes up behind me and plants his nose at the nape of my neck. He inhales deeply and his warm, exhaled breath sends chills down my spine. “This is it.” His fingers gently move away my hair and his lips brush against my bare skin.

“I’m holding a knife!” I chuckle nervously.

“Oh, my, is that a threat?” His hands squeeze around my waist, making me giggle involuntarily. “What would you do with that knife, huh?”

I quickly set the knife down on the counter. “Hopefully nothing!”

Finn’s soft laugh vibrates against my ear. He kisses along my neck, pressing his big, warm body close to mine. “Just trying to tell you that you smell good.” His moan turns my insides to goo. “And you threaten me with a knife!”

I bite my lip as my smile grows bigger. “It was a warning.”

His teeth drag down the nape of my neck and I know I’m a goner. I suck in a very sharp breath and hold it in my chest. His hands move lower, grabbing my hips. “Everything about you feels good,” he whispers into my ear. “It’s hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

I manage to catch my breath again. “Just your hands?”

Finn laughs, kissing my neck and ear. “How about I cook dinner tonight if you give me a little snack? Huh?”

He didn’t even need to offer to cook dinner, but after that first bite I’m completely his. “What were you going to make?”

“Breakfast in bed.” His voice sends chills through me. “Since I know you won’t be able to make it down the ladder after I have my snack.”

I gulp and turn around, seeing the glint in his eye. He licks his lips very slowly as he gazes at me with those perfect blue eyes. “You’re being far too generous,” I say.

He dips his head down and kisses me, sliding his hands up my back and down again. He nips my bottom lip, then pulls back with a grin. “What can I say? I’m so very hungry.”

“Well,” I pant out breathlessly. “I wouldn’t mind a snack myself.”

Finn grins and kisses me. “Come on!” He picks me up, hiking me over his shoulder, and takes me into the living room, laying me out before the doors that look out into the expanse of woods surrounding his home. He strips away his clothes, grinning at me the entire time.

I glance at the sliding glass doors, then back up at him. “Right here? You sure?”

“Want me to open them? You look so pretty in yellow,” he chuckles. He starts unbuttoning my dress, which has a row of large black buttons all the way down.  The dress is a gift from Lene, and one of the first sundresses I’ve felt comfortable wearing.

Finn lowers himself, nestling his face between my breasts, kissing and growling. His mouth is warm and sharp, and his affections make me squeeze my legs together. Once he has my dress open he sits up, looking down at me with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze. “Fuck.” He licks the corner of his mouth and the edges of his teeth. “You’re making me drool, you look so good.”

I squeeze my thighs harder and roll my hips. “Have you looked at yourself lately?”

“I don’t look at myself when I want to get excited.” His hand paws down my chest and belly. “Nor when I want to feel my heart flutter and my stomach burst into butterflies. I don’t look at myself and think ‘man, do I love this woman’.”

My heart sputters and kicks. “Well, I do.”

He chuckles, pressing his naked body against mine. “I’m glad you do. Someone has to.”

I giggle as he licks my cheek, and his hands circle around my back and he expertly undoes the clasps of my bra. As he slips it away, my oversized breasts roll to the sides. He captures them in his hands, cupping and squeezing. I think he likes the way they overfill his palms and compress between his fingers. His eyes become hazy. “I can’t take my eyes off you sometimes.” He smiles shyly. “I don’t mean to be a pervert or anything, but I just love looking at you.”

“I mean, I’m pretty okay with what we do in private.” My eyes move to the sliding glass doors, then back up to him. “For the most part.”

Finn dips his head down, kissing and licking the plain between my breasts. He moans softly against my skin, moving his mouth over a dark nipple, and suckles, moaning again and rolling his hips. His tongue presses against my erect nipple while his beard rubs against my skin. “You taste amazing,” he pants, lifting his head. “Your skin is perfect.” He moves his mouth to the other breast, and I whimper and gasp, reaching down to grab his hair.

Finn lifts his head again as I tug his long hair. He smirks at me, licking his chops seductively. “I bet I know something else that tastes good.” He kisses my belly and thighs, placing himself between my legs, and gently opens me, his blue eyes flicking up to read my expression. He kisses and nibbles my inner thighs, making me tremble with the anticipation.

“These panties are very cute.” He rubs the soft fabric, finding the epicenter wet and warm. “Black is a very daring choice, you know? And under a yellow dress? It’s really like you’re a sunflower.”

“They’re my favorite pair,” I mewl.

Finn moves aside the fabric, finding me wet and molten from his touch. “Fuck,” he growls. “You’re too damn appetizing.”

I yelp as his tongue presses into me. He laps me up, pressing his tongue between the folds, dipping it inside me before moving up to my clitoris. He kisses it, causing me to lose all sense of the world. His deep, hungry groans rise from between my thighs, and I tug harder on his long hair. His fingers ease inside me, his thick, hard digits curling to find that special place inside me only he knows. He suckles, rotating his fingers inside me. I gasp and choke, throwing my arm over my face while my legs clamp around his head. The earth quakes, and the trees outside seem to vibrate. My vision blurs as I arch my back and thrust my hips, and the world shatters around us. Only when Finn rises does everything still and return to its place.

Finn wipes away wetness from his beard, grinning proudly. “How are you doing?” he purrs. “Still with me?”

I moan and stretch, lifting my hands from my face as I gaze up at him. “Give me a minute. I just...” I exhale loudly and go limp against the floor.

“Want some water?”

I shake my head. “Can I have you again?”

Finn kisses me, stroking the hair out of my face. “How do you want me?”

I can feel more fluid gushing from between my thighs. I could have him any way I asked and he would obey me willingly. “What would you like?”

He looks at the sliding glass doors. “You, in the moss under the trees,” he whispers.

“Outside?” I squeak, both nervous and aroused by the idea.

“Just us,” he whispers. “I want to see your beautiful form spread out along the earth, my own personal Eve.”

I’m still a bit shaky as I sit up. “Can we shift?”

“Of course.” He helps me stand and we go outside, shifting as we walk across the porch and step inside the trees. Finn finds a moss-covered bank, lies down and coaxes me on top of him, something I would usually be afraid to do.

“Aysel,” he moans. “Let me see you, all of you.”

I straddle his hips while he guides his cock into place. I take him slowly, stretching to accommodate his size. My eyes flutter and I close them, taking him deeply until I feel his knot rub against my lips.

“Finn,” I whimper out.

His strong hands grasp my hips, guiding my movements while he rolls his own hips to meet me. “That’s it, perfect.” He moans loudly. “You’re too good.”

I open my eyes to see him gazing up at me. The blue in them is so much more pronounced when he’s shifted. I tighten around him and he loses his breath. His hips move harder, and his grip grows stronger. “You’re beautiful,” he whimpers. “You make me lose my mind.”

I move without the guidance of his hands. I take him deeper and deeper, and with each thrust I moan.

“Good girl, good.” He strains to keep composure. “Right there! Right there! Oh, fuck! Aysel!” He’s having a hard time controlling himself, too. He thrusts his hips up to meet me, hitting me harder and harder each time. He’s the beautiful one, he’s the good one. I can’t describe the pleasure I’m feeling, wrapped around him, captured by his eyes. The earth is shaking again, splintering and cracking. My howl pierces through this new land, crying to the moon, and Finn’s answering howl shatters the sky.

My skin steams on the cold moss. It takes me a moment to realize where I am, but when I do, I use Finn’s arm to cover myself. He chuckles softly, still lost in twilight and the world of our making. His eyes are fuzzy, but they fall on me. “I can’t move, I’m tapping out,” he pants.

“We’re naked in the woods,” I murmur.

“It’s wonderful isn’t it?” His eyes focus up on the canopy of the trees. “Just perfect.” He rolls over, nestling himself against my breasts. His hands roam my body, while his semen drips out of me. “I love you,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

I hug him tightly, letting him sink into my chest. “I should be the one thanking you. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“You’ll feel it often.” He rises a little shakily and smiles down at me. “I’m all yours, from head to toe.” He kisses me, taking my breath one more time.

We lie there in the cool of the woods a while longer, until it begins to grow dark. Then we sneak back home, taking a shower together before he starts dinner. I curl up on the sofa, content and satiated.

It sometimes feels too good to be true - Finn and work, and the new friends I have made. Living in Hearthway Hollow is something of a dream. I’ve never felt so content in my life.

It isn’t until a few weeks later that I notice something is wrong. I’m in my cabin, gathering clean clothes to take back to Finn’s place, when I come across a pack of tampons. It causes some alarm in me. I can’t quite remember the last time I needed these. I check my phone, going over the dates for my previous menstrual period. I’m so far past ‘late’ that I’m seeing symbols and colors on the app I’ve never seen before. I make a mad dash to the pharmacy and pick up a bulk-size pack of pregnancy tests and a gallon jug of lemonade.

I return to my cabin, chugging lemonade and pacing back and forth until I actually have to go. Once I pee on the stick, I sit on the bathroom floor waiting for that timer to go off. I chew my nails and rock back and forth. That single minute seems to take an eternity.

Finn and I have been together for a long time now, and after the courtship ritual, we know where we stand relationship wise. But a baby? Is that in the plans? Is that part of the deal? What if it isn’t? What if I’m like my mom, and once this kid pops out I’m gone?

The timer goes off, and I take a deep breath. I reach up to the counter and I bring the pregnancy test down to see two bright pink lines staring me in the face.

I cup my hands around my face and try to breathe rhythmically, keep myself calm. I’m fluttering between exultant and panicked. How am I going to tell Finn? What should I tell Finn? Surely we both should have expected this! It’s not like we’ve been careful or anything. I stand up off the floor, clutching the test result in my hand. There’s nothing to do but tell him. But the anxiety remains, and several worst-case scenarios play through my mind, over and over, as I go to his house.

Finn isn’t home when I arrive, so I spend my time fretting and pacing. I’m in the bathroom with toilet paper balled up in my fist when I hear the door open. “Babe? You here?” I hear Finn set down groceries on the counter. That’s when I remember I left the test sitting there. I jump up, yanking the roll of toilet paper after me, and run into the kitchen to see him gazing at the test in his fingers. I forget how to breathe. Toilet paper clings to my arms. He looks up, blue eyes filled with tears.

“Finn,” I gasp.

He breaks into a grin. “Really?” He waves the pregnancy test. “Is it...” He cups his hand over his mouth and laughs. “Really?”

I nod. “I think so. I’m a month late, so...”

Finn rushes me, tackling me and sweeping me off the floor. He cries happily, kissing me over and over. His embrace is warm and excited, and he’s practically vibrating. “I can’t believe it!” he crows. He sets me down and cups my face between his hands. “Are you happy, though? Is this what you want?”

I nod sheepishly. “If it’s yours, of course I do.”

Tears run down his face, and he looks almost like a puppy. “I’m going to do this right.” He clears his throat. “I’m going to give you and this kid the best damn life.” He drops to his knee. “Aysel Coban,” he sniffles. Gripping both my hands, he gives them a reassuring squeeze. “I’m a bit late,” he laughs, “but would you marry me?”

My head bobbles up and down furiously as I start to cry. “Of course! Yes!” I throw my arms around him, kissing him passionately. He promises me a ring, one we can go and pick out together. But we spend the rest of the day kissing, touching, and making dreamy plans for the future.

Finn starts planning an addition to the house, a room for the baby and a larger bedroom that isn’t a loft. He keeps choking up, crying gently when certain topics arise. He looks at me, and more than ever I can see how much he loves me.

After a doctor’s appointment, we begin telling our family and friends. Finn’s siblings, Lene and Iver, are over the moon. Lene and her husband offer us hand-me-downs from their children to give us a head start on supplies.

Lene also gives me a tote full of baby clothes, and as Finn and I go through them I see him tear up all over again. “They’re so small,” he murmurs. He lays out a onesie in his palm. “It seems so impossible. I fluctuate between shitting myself and leaping for joy.”

“I think it might last a while.” I pull out a small dress that looks similar to my yellow one. “I’ll be happy with whatever we have, but is there one over the other you would want?”

“Well, in my family, there’s always a pattern. Girl, boy, boy, girl, boy, boy,” he murmurs. “I always assumed my first kid would be a girl.”

I smooth the dress out in my lap and smile. “I’ve always wanted a girl,” I agree. “But I won’t get my hopes up until the ultrasound.”

Finn comes over and kisses my cheek, wrapping his strong arms around me. “No matter what, I am going to love you and the baby with everything I have in me. I promise. From here on out, we’re together always.”