Chapter 45 I Will Remember My Mating with You
Phoebe
I was really ready. I wouldn’t waver because I truly wanted this. Finley and his warmth always made me feel safe. He always understood me.
If he said he wanted to take things slow, that meant he was being considerate of me. I didn’t think any man would refuse a woman’s body. Even Hayden, as rigid as he was, still desired me.
I wouldn’t take back my words. When I saw Finley’s brown eyes shift to gold, I spoke without hesitation. He wanted me, even if he had tried to hide it.
"Finley, mate me. I want you to have this part of me too."
Finley was the first to mark me—he should be the first to mate with me as well. My thoughts had been consumed by Hayden while I had been neglecting him. A flicker of guilt stirred inside me.
"Can I be possessive like Hayden? Impulsive like Adonis? Assertive like Zion?"
"Just be yourself, Finley. I want you inside me, and I want your warm heart to embrace mine."
Finley kissed me—soft and warm, just like him. His hands pulled me closer, holding me firmly against him. Slowly but surely, he guided me to his bed without breaking our kiss.
When his back hit the mattress, I closed my eyes, letting myself feel the rhythm of his lips pampering me with gentle kisses.
My fingers slid into his hair, the softness of his blonde strands slipping between my fingers. By the Moon Goddess, I had never realized just how perfect Finley was from this close.
"Finley…" I breathed as he pulled away for a brief moment.
"You like it?"
I nodded, completely lost in the way his golden eyes glowed before me. He pressed his lips against mine again, but only briefly, before trailing his kisses along my jawline, moving down to my neck. A shiver ran through me, my body responding instinctively to his touch.
I sighed softly, but inside me, Persephone growled loudly. My wolf whispered her satisfaction, demanding more. The moment consumed me.
I tilted my head back, giving him better access to explore my neck. Each of his kisses sent me into a pleasure I couldn't quite describe.
His hands slowly undid the buttons of my shirt, moving at an agonizing pace as if savoring every second. He must have felt the erratic beating of my heart beneath my clothes.
"Are you nervous?"
"No," I said, though my voice wavered slightly. "Do whatever you want. I want to enjoy this moment with you."
He let my shirt slip to the floor and trailed a path of soft kisses down my chest. His fingers reached the cloth binding around me, the one I used to flatten my chest. He pulled it off gently, along with my sports bra, until I was completely bare before him.
He stared at my brsts, and for a moment, doubt crept into my mind. They weren’t too big, but they weren’t too small either. Still, I worried that they wouldn’t be enough for him.
"I…" I hesitated, sucking in a sharp breath before exhaling slowly, trying to cast away my insecurity. "I know I don’t have big bbs…"
"I don’t care." He cut me off quickly.
Finley cupped one of my brsts, kneading it gently while his lips wrapped around my other nppl. The warmth of his mouth sent a jolt through my entire body.
He was so good at this.
I surrendered completely to his touch, gasping when his tongue flicked over my sensitive core.
Any nervousness I had was gone—replaced by the fire burning inside me. I arched my back, pressing myself against him.
"I’ve never felt like this before. This is… incredible."
"Remember this, always," he murmured. "I want to please you first, Phoebe."
"More…"
His fingers slipped into my underwear, finding that most sensitive spot with ease. His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles, sending shockwaves through my body.
I moaned softly, but Finley silenced me with another kiss, as if he knew I was about to be louder.
A second later, pleasure flooded through me, warmth spilling from my core. My body trembled, muscles going slack as I rode out the sensation.
Finley lifted his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. "I love the way you taste, Phoebe."
Something about the way he said that made my body respond immediately.
Finley removed his clothes next, then reached for the last of mine. Within seconds, we were both bare.
My eyes traced over him, taking in the scars that lined his body. They didn’t change the way I saw him. If anything, they only made him more breathtaking.
His skin glistened with sweat, and I found myself entranced, unable to look away. Heat pooled between my thighs once more.
Finley noticed. Of course, he did.
He reached into his bag, pulling out a cndm. A second later, he positioned himself between my legs, his hardened length pressing against my entrance.
I gasped slightly—less than 24 hours ago, I had mated with Hayden. But just like Hayden, Finley was careful. He knew the risks.
I spread my legs wider, welcoming him.
His movements were slow at first, steady, allowing my body to adjust to him. Our bodies moved together in sync, heat and desire mingling between us.
"Freesia—you give off a scent I can never resist, Phoebe."
"Really?" I whispered, breathless from the rhythm of our bodies. "You’re… really good at this."
Finley leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he panted between thrusts. "I've… only ever done this with you."
I could hardly believe that, but I trusted him.
I wanted to ask why, but his pace quickened, stealing my thoughts away. I no longer wanted to think.
"I'm close."
"Yes."
His final thrust stilled time itself.
Finley buried his face in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily. His body trembled slightly against mine.
"Thank you, Phoebe."
"Same here. I'm glad it was you."
Five minutes passed before Finley moved first. He said he would clean himself up before letting me do the same.
The bathroom was big enough for both of us to fit inside comfortably.
That night turned out to be one of the most unexpected—and happiest—moments of my life.
Finley had been entirely himself, treating me with care and warmth.
He said he loved me, but I still couldn't say the same to him.
"I don’t mind if your heart still belongs to Hayden," he said as we stood under the warm water together. "He does have a way of drawing people in. Being your friend would have been enough for me, but you gave me something more. How could I deny that?"
I smiled softly.
Finley had a warm heart, and I was lucky to be his mate.