Werewolf Boyfriend: Finn 3 (special preview)

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.”