Finley wasn’t just slowing Zara down. He was tying himself up too. The second she said to rip her clothes off, his animal was all in. But it wasn’t going to be the way he ever treated his mate. Sure, down the road he would love to pull her aside and pin her against a wall and fuck her brains out. There was also the always classic bending her over a handy piece of furniture. Hell, his mind had an endless supply of possibilities.

This was more than that. Right now it was about establishing their connection. Making her see that he would always put her first. Always take care of her even if she wanted to keep their relationship more casual. And college kids humping in a dorm room was often as casual as you could get.

He wanted to already be deep inside her. He wanted her coming on his cock. He didn’t want to leave his bed for the rest of the day. But he wanted her to burn for him. It would help her to realize that he was made for her.

There was a driving need in him that was more than physical satisfaction. He felt like he wanted to roar and claw the walls. His beast inside had nothing to do with his bear. It was about having his dream literally laid out underneath him.

He wanted to play. He wanted to tease. He wanted to make her come or drag out her pleasure at his whim. He had never felt that way before. Fin had always been a generous partner. Always giving, just for the fun of it.

This was different. This was about a control he desired deeply. It was about his mate submitting to him. He had a feeling that his confident career driven mate would always be a little ahead of the game than him. In the bedroom he was in charge.

“Finley, you’re killing me,” she said as she wiggled underneath him.

“Oh, I will. Tiny deaths, over and over. Le petit mort.”

“You speak French?”

“Not really.”

“Okay, you’ve played your tie me up game, now can we get on with it?”

Finley shook his head at her. “We will. But I set the pace, Zee.”

“Zee?”

“I like that. Only in bed, though. Only when you’re naked and panting will I call you that. You’ll know exactly what’s on my mind when I whisper that name in your ear.”

He watched a shiver roll over her body. “This is a different side of you. I’m a little surprised.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Finley nipped at her lower lip and traveled down her body until he reached the junction of her legs. Placing his hands on the inside of her thighs, he spread her legs wide, pulling her legs up so her feet rested on the bed.

“Well, this looks promising,” she muttered.

Finley didn’t respond. He took his finger and dragged it over the cotton of her panties. He could feel the moisture that had drenched through the fabric. Her scent was like her, sweet and spicy, and it made him growl low in his throat.

He should get rid of the obstacle in front of him, but he didn’t want to waste any more time.

Sealing his mouth over her mound he licked over the fabric, his tongue pressing hard against her clit.

“Fin!”

He liked that. He wanted to hear that over and over again. Finley mouthed her, nipped and pulled using only the heat of his mouth and the pressure to get her to grind against his face. He could feel her legs starting to vibrate next to his head. She was close, very close, but he wasn’t done.

Leaning away he heard her whimper. As he stripped her panties off, he got the first look at her perfectly trimmed pussy. He’d never liked the completely bare look, the triangle of dark hair above pointed like an arrow to his new favorite place.

He ran his nose through the short hair and breathed her in. It was a scent that would rule the rest of his life and it was perfect.

“Finley, seriously.”

“Patience,” he whispered as he blew across her damp clit.

“No, come on,” she said bringing her hands down from over her head like she was going to push his head where she wanted it to go. Tied hands didn’t hold her arms, she thought sneakily.

Finley gave her a look that spoke volumes and her hands went back over her head.

“Good girl,” he said, blowing again over her lips. He watched them clench in reaction and it made his cock jump. He loved seeing her hands above her head. The lighter skin of her palms facing up, open and relaxed.

“Dude, that is twisted.”

“What is?”

“Saying ‘good girl’ and it making my pussy twitch. I should kick you for saying it.”

“Is that what you really want?”

“No, damn it.”

Fin gave a chuckle and continued. He took one finger and dragged it gently over her pussy lips. She made another noise and he ignored it. He focused in on the dark lashes that framed her eyes. Zara wore very little makeup, she didn’t need it. Her mouth was a pink rosebud against her skin, he watched as she licked her lips.

He reached up and flicked the front of her bra open. Her perfectly round breasts were laid out before him. Her nipples were brown against her golden skin. Bringing his damp finger up, he traced it over one nipple, then re-wet his finger to paint the other watching her nipples pucker further.

When he was satisfied with his artist’s touch, he leaned up and sealed one taut nipple with his mouth, sucking her deep into his mouth. Her back arched, begging him to keep sucking.

Fin let his tongue flick over her nipple, teasing it until he let his teeth skim over it before switching to the other side.

“Zee, this is like dessert. You’re my goddess,” he said, running his tongue over the sweet brown bud.

“I’m low fat,” she joked and gasped.

Finley stayed right where he was for as long as he wanted. No matter how much Zara twisted and begged. He didn’t stop until her tawny breasts were swollen and budded tight.

“There, doesn’t that look pretty?” he said, pulling away to admire his work. A thumb grazing softly beneath one dark nipple. He reached up and pulled some of her hair down to wrap over the top of her breast, framing it for him.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she muttered, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy.

She had never looked as beautiful as she did in that moment. Finley felt his heart swell. Shockingly even bigger than his cock which was a miracle that it hadn’t broken off his body by now.

His bear was pacing in his head. He was happy, yet unsatisfied. That fucker wanted his mate bitten and bonded to them right then. It wasn’t going to happen, so he was just going to have to take whatever Finley had in mind.

Giving her breasts a break, he moved back down over her body, taking time to explore. Kiss, lick, nibble. He was at his leisure and he found he liked it.

Fin knew that Zara had been close to coming a number of times, her body would involuntarily jerk and shiver, her nerves were so on edge. It gave him a sense of accomplishment. And she hadn’t gotten angry at him. No, all of her responses had been pleasurable. Even when she didn’t get what she wanted.

He wanted to spend another half hour just exploring her golden legs. The sweet curve of her rounded thighs. That section where her legs met her ass, he could bury his face there for a good long while. But he knew his mate was hurting in a good way and he wanted her to come screaming for him.

When he made it back between her legs, Zara had let them fall open wantonly, beautifully.

“Zee?”

He waited for her to open her eyes and meet his.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“Fin, didn’t we go over this?”

“Yes. Tell me. I want you to always tell me you’re mine.”

He knew it was her committing to something that felt right but wasn’t entirely rational.

“I’m yours, Fin.” She whispered back, her eyes never wavering.

Finley leaned down, his eyes on hers and he ran the full length of his tongue through her pussy. His bear coming to the surface just enough for his tongue to roughen and make her shake. He used his bear’s desire to soak up as much of their mate as he could so he could settle in and enjoy himself.

“Fin, seriously, I need to come,” she gasped.

Finley growled up against her clit, causing her body that had been twitching to jerk and start to shake hard.

He leaned up and fit the end of his cock at her entrance and waited for her eyes.

“Zee, eyes,” he demanded. She quickly brought hers up to stare deeply into his and he thrust forward, sealing them together.

He started to move and her legs wrapped around his waist. Fin gripped her thighs and dragged his cock slowly back out of her. He wanted to feel every inch of her pussy.

“You’re like a fucking glove. You were made for me,” he growled.

He saw her eyes get big. “Fin, a condom!”

Fin hesitated a moment then leaned over. “I want you with nothing between us. I’ll stop if you want. But I’m clean and you are. Your pussy feels like fucking heaven and I don’t ever want to leave. It’s your call.”

He knew what she wanted to say, her heart just had to convince her brain. “Fuck it, I’ve been on birth control since I was thirteen.”

Fin took that as an okay, and he knew that marking her with his cum was desperately needed by his animal.

“My Zee, ever the practical one.”

“That’s me,” she said, arching her hips against his.

“You aren’t just practical,” he started. He was going to literally pound some sense into her. He thrust deep inside her and gasped. “You are powerful.”

He pulled out and thrust again. “You are intelligent.”

“You are passionate.”

“You are kind.”

“You are loving.”

“You are mine.”

Finley normally wasn’t a talker. But his mate was wrapped around his cock and her pussy was hot and wet. He couldn’t have been happier at that moment and he wanted her to know it was all because of her.

“You’re fucking heaven, Zee. You’re perfect.”

“Perfection is impossible,” she managed to gasp.

Fin seated himself deep inside her, pressing his hips hard against her. “You gonna tell me that we don’t fit like we were made for each other? That we both won’t want this every day for the rest of our lives?”

A laughing whimper came out of her. “Okay, maybe you’re right.”

“Put your arms around my neck, Zee.”

She did, reaching over his head to slip her knotted wrists around his neck and he felt her hands tangle in his hair.

“Me and you. This,” he emphasized by grinding his hips into hers, pressing hard against her clit. “This is everything. No matter what the outside world does. We will always have this.”

Fin reached between them and ran his thumb over her clit.

“Your pussy belongs to me in this bed. Your orgasms belong to me. Here you don’t have to be in control. You don’t have to plan. You don’t have to worry about what comes next. I will always make you come, I will always give you pleasure, and I will always love you.”

He picked up his pace and he felt her pussy flutter around him at his words. His mate loved him; he could see it in her eyes. The words would come when she was ready. But for now, her body and soul were calling out to him that he was the only one in the world for them.

“Fin,” she said, her voice shaky and a little panicked. Her orgasm having been built and denied so many times, she was on the edge.

“You come for me, Zee. You squeeze my cock and milk every last drop of cum out of me. I want you marked from the inside as mine.”

She made a small desperate sound and Fin gave her clit the right rub that sent her screaming, her hands pulling at his hair.

Her voice cracked as she called out his name jerking under him, her hips grinding and seeking as he pounded into her, not breaking stride. He wanted her to come so hard and so long there would be nothing else to compare it too.

Fin knew they were loud as he roared, her pussy so tight around his cock that he felt caught tightly in a trap he never wanted to leave. His cock pumped hot cum inside her. It had been so long he thought his orgasm would never stop. She had stopped screaming, but her hands were still tightly tangled in his hair.

Her hips were bumping up against his and he finally stopped and left himself be buried deep inside her. He had to wonder if he could finish school and start his career right from his bed. Medical school for Zara might be a challenge. What with the nakedness and all.

Wrapping her into his arms, he used the need to pull oxygen in to savor her scent. His mate was in his arms. She was his. His life was falling into place piece by perfect piece.

He was fucking lucky and he knew it. Finley wasn’t going to ever get enough of her.