Finn X Poe Mga Nobela at Kwento

Finn shuffled his feet, more used to fighting than presenting and cleared his throat. “Hayden and Sawyer have gone to White Forest for Luna Helena…” then coughed, his grey eyes flitting between the two of us, as if unsure where to look. “It’s nice to see you, Finn,” Freya said softly, her compassion shining as he finally found his voice.

Ann Pov "When is the damned Alpha Finn going to come out?" I said in my mind because I would not dare call an Alpha damned in his pack. My head would be hanging on the spike if I said that, and with the fact that no one would avenge me because I sneaked out of the pack, not even Hayden or my son. Since they were engaging in their youthful foolery when I decided to sneak out, Finn Hallmark, also the Alpha of Snowflakes Pack and a good friend and business partner of Hayden and I, emerged from his chambers.

Val managed, his voice breaking as a violent tremor racked his frame. "Thought so." Finn let out a sound that was half-predatory laugh, half-anguished moan. "Do you have any clue what you did to me? Fuck, kid. I lost count of the nights I worked myself raw just to stop the scent of you from driving me insane." Val’s heart nearly flatlined. He tried to twist around, desperate to see Finn’s face, to see if this was just more psychological warfare. Was he lying? Did the star of the Miami Ice Dome really spend his nights haunted by a Cruz? It didn't track. They were enemies.

ZORYA Ares lunged to his feet with a snarl, dirt and shattered brick scattering from beneath his boots. Finn stepped forward again, shoulders squared, violet eyes burning with lethal intent. The air crackled between them. If they clashed, the entire block would become a battlefield. “Get away from her,” Finn growled, voice dripping with menace. Ares’ lips curled back, fangs bared. “She is mine.” “And yet she’s shaking in fear,” Finn bit back. “Some mate you’re trying to be.”

They each were dark, some a little lighter here and there, but all of them—Finn included, were Black Irish. As much as I loved seeing Declan, I had to admit—Finn fascinated me. Not because he was beautiful, which he was. As an artist, I had to appreciate that there was something about him that took him up a level. Aoife was definitely a lucky lady. But there was something undeniable. Indefatigable. Something that I’d never heard rumors about, which meant either Aidan Sr. had squashed them into dust a long time ago, or… well, nobody had ever figured it out.

Zayne purred, coaxing me with his thumb rubbing circles around my tight ring. “Are you speaking from experience?” Finn snapped, almost sounding angry. “No!” Zayne almost shouted, startled by Finn’s tone. “I just know it will because we are mates and we’re meant to be together this way.” “Good, because your virgin ass is mine!” Finn returned, sounding placated by his response.

When Finn did something kind for her… “Or perhaps”—Finn leaned down, his lips brushing her now-exposed ear, sending goosebumps shivering down her spine—“something else will break you of this Vergel.” Not understanding what Finn meant, Pearl was completely unprepared when he lifted an arm over her shoulder, his palm inches from Vergel’s chest. The two of them exchanged a look, and she almost missed the nearly imperceptible nod from Vergel before Finn released a blast of Air so strong it made Vergel grunt and stumble back.

“Females who don’t know their place. They’ll bring a strong male down, every time.” Finn sighs. “No one to blame but themselves.” “And when the dust settles, no one to call.” Eamon skewers me with his cold, rheumy eyes. “You don’t need a phone when you’re on your knees in a Last Pack den,” Finn says, smirking. Eamon smacks him upside the head and turns away as Tye comes back, announcing, “Beers!” My blood runs cold.

As soon as Finn finished speaking, Caleb repeated in a mocking tone, "Spring sleeps in their pen not aware of dawn..." Finn did not understand what he meant until Caleb continued. "Maybe there are lines in this poetry containing the name of the woman he loves." Finn's pupils constricted sharply, and he suddenly stood up. "What do you mean?" "Penny." When Caleb uttered the name, his pupils were dark, and his hands hanging by his sides were slowly clenched.

Desire sparks in his eyes, but much to my dismay, he doesn't savor me on his tongue again. "You're playing with fire, little wolf. Fighting against my instincts is hard, but maybe another time?" Disappointment fills my chest, which Finn seems to notice. I love his cock, but I'm having fun exploring with him, pushing him to his boundaries. And I can tell, by the massive pole between his legs, that he loves this too—we are lewd sex freaks, and he should surrender. "How about this?" Finn releases me onto his chest and shrinks down to reasonably human size, but his pointy ears and ethereal glow remain, along with his wings. And to my satisfaction, the predatory gleam didn't vanish from his eyes,