Hunger Games Finnick Novels & Stories

Katniss Redwood might be a princess without a pack and raised like a rogue, but she really did look like a squirrel, stuffing her mouth until the food spilled out. Everyone was staring at her with a smile, and when she saw it, she put down the food, really flushed. - Don't worry about them. They've never seen someone so small eat so much, but I know you barely eat before, so please, eat until your belly's full. You have to get your physique healthy, because you're too skinny to have pups.

"I said hot. You said crush. Fascinating." "Drop it." Objectively, I can’t deny that Noah Hunter is hot. Raven black hair, jade green eyes, long inky lashes, every muscle perfectly defined. He’s not bad if you’re into that kind of thing. Pity he’s such a dick. Finn’s smiling into his beer in a way that makes it clear he’s not dropping the subject for long. I change the subject before he thinks of more bullshit to torture me with. "You said you'd ask around about the people going missing out of town. What'd you turn up?"

I wanted to taste his cum. My movements quickened. "Alessandro," he grunted. And soon he was coming with a choked cry, body shaking like a leaf in autumn. "Fucckkkkk," he sang as he clung to me. Hot cum spurted down my throat, filling my mouth and even spilling over my tongue. Eagerly, I swallowed every single drop. Then I kept sucking him off gently until his body finally grew steady. He whimpered and tried to pull away when the high was over for him.

“Yo, my bad. Forgot to bring you a rose or something.” Atlas didn’t care about his tone and just looked at him, already munching on an apple. “Naomi, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Naomi had been completely stunned by Finnick’s casual behavior when he came in. She only came back to her senses after Atlas reminded her. “Atlas, this is Finnick Doug, my friend—you met him before.” “Finnick, this is my husband, Atlas Knox.” One was introduced as the husband, the other as a friend—it was obvious Atlas was in a good mood. Finnick, on the other hand, glared at the man through clenched teeth. What a schemer.

He stalked a deliberate path to the seat beside me, his wolf coiling inside him, and probably mine, responding to the magnetic pull between us. Finn lounged against the far wall, arms crossed, grin teasing and unrepentant. He winked at me, flicking a paper at my desk like a child daring me to react. My lips twitched in spite of myself. Gunner appeared moments later, carrying a stack of food with an exaggerated, theatrical flourish. “Thought you’d be hungry,” he said, setting it in front of me. His dark eyes held a glimmer of humor and warning, but my wolf pressed against him, hungry for more than just his attention.

This wasn’t the time for sympathy. We needed answers, and we needed them now. “What’s your name?” I asked, my tone still cold, but softer than before. He hesitated, as if revealing this final piece of information would seal his fate. “Finn,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “My name is Finn.” “And your sister?” Rowan asked, his voice still low and dangerous. “Mara,” Finn replied. “She’s younger than me. She’s… she’s just a kid. Please, I’m begging you, don’t let them hurt her. I’ll do anything. I’ll help you. I’ll fight. Just… please.”

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

My teeth elongated and without hesitation I sunk them deep into her flesh and began to drink the sweetest essence I have ever tasted, as the beast within me became instantly satisfied with the taste of our mate. Slowly I retracted my teeth from her flesh and licked the wound shut, as I pulled away from her neck and looked into her hooded eyes as I lick the last drop of her blood from my lips. Something about this felt so right being with her and I had to once again wonder if my parents had gotten it all wrong when they had chosen Lexie for me and not Lena. But the memories of Lexie still haunted my mind even as my body screamed to me that Lena was our mate and I found myself in an internal w

Shrugging my shoulders, I finished my food and cleaned the kitchen before deciding to retire for the night. Finn startled me when I went out of the shared bathroom. He was sitting on the couch, looking blankly at the nature painting hanging on the wall while eating ice cream. The corners of my mouth downturned because he had beaten me to it. Not minding I was still in my bathrobe, I sat beside him, looking like a lonely kitten waiting for my favorite human to give me some ice cream. “I’m not giving you any, Kitty,” Finn said, suppressing a smile.

After a few moments that honestly felt like an eternity to me, Damien loosened his iron grip on me and pulled back some. He put a hooked finger under my chin and tilted it so we were making eye contact. “I don’t care if you’re a Hunter." He said, and I could tell he was being sincere. He truly didn't care. He knew what he wanted, and that was me, Hunter or not.