Fin's tone shifted darker.
"You owe me this, Serena." His hand in her hair pushed her down further, held her there for three seconds, four, until a soft gag vibrated against him and the sound made his jaw clench. He let her up. She gasped for air. He gave her two seconds of it before guiding her back down. "You made a promise. And I am claiming it."
His fingers thrust faster. His thumb found her clit and pressed.
"You are going to be crowned in Shadowclaw. You are going to be pack. You are going to be mine. In every way."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Three in rapid succession, landing hard on skin that was already warm and sensitive, each one timed to a thrust of his fingers, and the combination of sting and pressure and fullness pulled a moan from her that vibrated through his entire body.
"Every time you try to argue, I am going to remind you like this."
