His finger slid back inside before the sting faded, and the transition from discipline to pleasure was so fast her body couldn't decide which signal to prioritize.
"Did I say you could talk?" His voice dropped into a growl that carried the full weight of the Alpha underneath the man, the wolf underneath the king, the predator underneath every civilized layer Finnick Shadowclaw wore in public. He pushed a second finger inside her and curled both. She stiffened from the burn.
"You promised me. I followed you. And now you are going to give me this." His fingers pumped harder. His thumb pressed against her clit with a precision that was criminal. "You are going to be crowned in Shadowclaw. You are going to wear my pack's mark and become one of us. Say it."
"Fin, I am already crowned in Drakenfell—"
Smack.
His fingers returned immediately, thrusting deeper, faster, the rhythm punishing and rewarding simultaneously.
