Finn’s scent floods my nose, musky and wild, making my wolf claw at my insides. I sit frozen on the bed, my thighs squeezing together as my p***y throbs from earlier. His eyes lock on mine, cold and sharp, like he’s already stripping me bare.
“How about we finish our little unfinished business?” he says again, voice heftily rough. He steps into the room, closing the door with a soft click. My heart pounds so hard I swear he can hear it.
I stand up fast, backing toward the wall. “Finn, get out. This is my room.” My voice shakes but I try to sound firm.
He doesn’t stop, just keeps coming closer, his tall frame filling the space. He's still wearing hockey pants which clings tight to his thighs and I can see the outline shape of his c**k, already half-hard.
“You didn’t say get out when
