Werewolf Boyfriend: Finn 3 (rough draft)

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

I still have my bad days of course, but more than ever my confidence is bolstered. I suppose that’s 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 with everything. Being with Finn, an amazing man and werewolf, I was 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 where I could do it. It made me feel like the werewolf side of me was something I needed to keep hidden and secreted away. Not just that, but 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, he’s allowed me to feel free with my body, both werewolf and human.

“What smells so sweet?” He asks as he comes into the kitchen. He washes his hands from chopping firewood. We’ve taken lately 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 aside some of the sliced away rind into the trash.

“No,” Finn cocks up a brow. “That’s not it.” He comes up behind me and plants his nose at the nape of my neck. He breathes in deep 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 suddenly, making me giggle involuntarily. “What would you do with that knife, huh?”

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

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

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 am a goner. I suck in a very sharp breath and hold it in my chest. His hands move lower, grabbing onto 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 cooking dinner, after that first bite I was completely his. “What were you going to make?”

“Breakfast in bed.” His voice sends chills all 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 sharp 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.”

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

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

“Want me to open them?” he chuckles. He starts unbuttoning my dress. “You look so pretty in yellow.” The big black buttons go all the way down. It was a gift Lene had given me, and was one of the first sundresses I felt comfortable wearing. 

Finn lowers himself down, 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 with how good you look.”

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.” He breathes and bites down on his lip. “I don’t look at myself and think ‘man, do I love this woman’.”

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

He chuckles, coming down to kiss me, rutting his naked body to mine. “I’m glad you do. Someone has to.”

I giggle as he licks my cheek, his hands circle around my back and he expertly undoes the clasps of my bra. As he slips it away, my oversized breasts slosh to the sides. He captures them in his hands, cupping them and squeezing. I think he likes the way they overfill his palms and squish between his fingers. His eyes become hazy and his lips grow glossy. 

“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 cut to the sliding glass doors then back up at 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. He suckles, moaning again and rolling his hips. His tongue presses against the erect nipple while his beard rubs against the skin. 

“You taste amazing,” he pants, lifting his head. “Your skin is perfect.” He moves his mouth to the other breast and I can’t contain my voice anymore. 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 rather seductively. “I bet I know something else that tastes good.” He kisses my belly and thighs, placing himself between my legs. He 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?” He looks up again as he kisses my legs. “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 snarls. “You’re too damn appetizing.”

I yelp at his tongue as it presses to me. He laps me up, pressing his tongue between the folds, going inside me then over me. He kisses and breathes, causing me to loose all sense of the world. His deep, hungry snarls rise from between my thighs and I tug harder on his long hair.

His lips kiss my clit, and I know it’s not long before I am devoured. His fingers ease inside, thick, hard digit that curl to find that special place inside me only he knows. He licks and suckles, curling and rotating his fingers inside me. I gasp and choke, throwing my arm over my face while my legs clamp around his head. He snarls more, slurping and growling while all his touch grows more intense.

The earth moves and quakes, outside the trees shift and shake. My vision blurs as the ground against my back bucks and rises, arching my back and thrusting my hips. The world shatters around us and yet, I don’t care. Only when Finn rises does everything still and return to its place.

Finn wipes away wetness from his beard and is grinning quite 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 then peer back up at him. “Can I have you again?”

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

I can feel myself pooling between my thighs. I could have him anyway I asked and he would do it willingly. “What would you like?”

He looks to 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. We go down onto the ground and step inside the trees. Finn finds a moss covered bank that he lays down upon. He 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 grab hold of my hips. He guides me how to move while rolling 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. Those bright blue eyes are so much stronger when he’s shifted. I tighten around him and he loses his breath. His hips move harder and he squeezes tighter onto my hips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whimpers. “You make me lose my mind.”

I move on my own without the guidance of his hands. I take him deeper and deeper, and with each thrust my own voice comes out.

“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 throws 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, and this time, it’s making mountains. The earth bucks and trembles, splintering and cracking. It rises up around us, caging us in. Trees fall and sway, tumbling down off cliffs and bursting forth from the ground. 

My howl pierces through this new land, creating the new moon, which then shatters and cracks with Finn’s howl.

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 breathe, it’s perfect.” He rolls over, nestling himself against my breasts. His hands roam my body, while his quickening still lies inside me. “I love you,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

I hug him tight, 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 with a tremble and smiles down upon me. “I’m all yours, from tip to toe.” He kisses me, taking my breath one more time.

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

It sometimes all feels too good to be true, between Finn and work, as well as the new friends I have made, living in Hearthway Hollow is something of a dream. I’ve never felt so at home, so content in my life.

It isn’t until a few weeks later that I notice anything wrong. I’m in my own cabin, which is rare, as I am usually at Finn’s place these days. I’m gathering clean clothes to take back, 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 quickly check my phone, going over the dates, it seems like I’m a bit late. Actually, I’m so passed late I’m seeing symbols and colors on the app I’ve never seen before. I make a mad dash to the pharmacy, picking up a bulk sized pack of pregnancy tests, and a gallon jug of lemonade.

I go back to my cabin, chugging lemonade and pacing back and forth until I actually have to go. Once I pee on that stick, I sit on the bathroom floor waiting for that timer to go off. I chew my nails, I actually 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? Was that in the plans? Was that part of the deal? What if it wasn’t? What if I was 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 on the counter and as I bring it down, I see those two bright pink lines staring me in the face. I set the test down and cup my hands around my face. 

I try to breathe rhythmically, keep myself calm. I’m fluttering between horribly happy and wonderfully 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. This was something to expect right?

I stand up off the floor, clutching the test result in my hand. There’s nothing to do but tell him, he would find out eventually anyways. But I couldn’t help but let the anxiety grow. Several worst case scenarios played in my mind, over and over, as I went to his house.

Finn wasn’t home when I arrived, so I spent my time fretting and pacing. I was in the bathroom with toilet paper balled up in my fist when he came home.

“Babe? You here?” I hear him set down groceries on the counter. That’s when I remember I left the test sitting there. I jumped up, yanking the roll of toilet paper with me. I run out into the kitchen and see him gazing at the test in his fingers. I forget how to breath and 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 stick. “Is it-” He cups his hand over his mouth and laughs. “Really?” He blubbers.

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

Finn rushes me, tackling me and picking me up off the ground. He cries happily, kissing me over and over. His embrace is warm, and excited, 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?” He looks at me concerned. “Is this what you want?”

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

Tears run down his face, he looks almost like a puppy. “I’m going to do this right.” He chokes up and clears his throat. “I’m going to give you and this kid the best damn life.” He drops down to his knee and I almost scream.

“Aysel Coban,” he sniffles. Gripping both my hands he gives them an assuring squeeze. “I’m a bit late,” he laughs, “but, would you marry me?”

My head bobbles and jerks 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 making plans for an addition to the house, one for the baby as well as a better master bedroom that isn’t a loft. He keeps choking up to, crying gently when certain topics arise. He looks at me, and even more than before, 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 they’ve kept from their children to give us a headstart on supplies.

Lene gives me a big 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,” he chuckles. He looks up at me and grins. “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,” you 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 them with everything I have in me. I promise. From here on out, we’re together always.”