Hunger Games Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

It fed the void inside her. "Higher," she whispered. Finn moved forward on his knees. He kissed her thigh. His hands gripped her waist, clumsy and desperate. He bracketed her on the edge of the bed, his face level with hers. Miya grabbed his shoulders. She dug her nails into his tunic. She looked at his red, adoring face. And suddenly, the triumph turned to ash. Because he wasn't Oreon. He was just a boy. A servant. A substitute.

Ben spat the words through clenched teeth and staggered toward the wreckage. Cool saline flowed into my veins. I stared at the swaying IV line, my gaze growing icily cold. Thomas and Mandy, our accounts will be slowly settled.

“But I was overthrown by my own twin brother, Fintan. He poisoned me and left me for dead in the woods. That’s how Adrian’s men found me, and how I ended up under your care. I’m no longer an Alpha in the eyes of my pack, but I will get my revenge. I’m going to take back what belongs to me.” I look at him, feeling overwhelmed. “But how do you even plan to do that?” Finn steps forward and stares at me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. Finley is good looking in a different way. He has brown/red hair that covers his forehead, he’s tall and muscly, his face is hard and his crooked nose just adds to the touch of danger he possesses. He stretches his hand out toward me. After a second of

“Stay behind me, please.” Maddox moved her to the back and turned around with fisted hands. “Finn, I don’t want to kill you, but I will. Is that what you want, brother?” An exasperated breath escaped Finn's mouth as he stopped in front of Maddox. And then Finn surprised her. He lowered onto one knee and bowed his head. “I better find my mate, Mads.” Letting out a long breath, Maddox relaxed his fingers, kneeled, and pressed his forehead against Finn’s. “You will find your mate. If I have to search this planet for her myself, I will do it. Trust me.”

Octavia “Please, you need to go down. We have rules for a reason. The alpha wasn’t happy last night,” Finn pleaded with me as I scoffed “I am not eating anything that this place prepares. I would rather starve to death,” I shot crawling up in a ball as I looked at him, his face full of worry, but I have done such fasts before and I can survive without water and food for days. “Starve to death? You realize that’s also asking me to die, which I can’t do because I think I have a shot at finding my mate?” He raised a brow, and I chuckled, shaking my head.

His eyes lock with Hunter's, reflecting a mix of anger, disappointment, and determination. Hunter looks at Finrir disappointingly, not fully realizing the gravity of the situation, and argues, "But this one is dead. They won't miss it." Finrir's eyes widen in alarm, teetering on the edge of losing his temper. In a tense moment, Finrir extends his hand, his fingers curved like claws, reaching toward Hunter's hair as if to forcefully drag him out. But Hunter, recognizing the seriousness in Finrir's gaze, understands that obedience is crucial.

It was only the first one and already I struggled to come down from it. “Damn that’s a beautiful sight!” Finnick exclaimed, drawing my attention. “Never seen anything prettier than your face when you come, kitten.” He had scooted down to lean on his side, his pants pulled low around his hips, freeing his cock. He was staring at me while he stroked himself in long, lazy strokes. Pre-cum leaked from his throbbing tip and I unconsciously licked my lips with the need to taste him. “Oh no, princess. you don’t get any of your holes filled right now.” Zayne reprimanded.

But then he continued, “Memory loss and insanity aren’t the same thing. I believe you call it ‘apples and limes,’ yes?” “Oranges. Apples and oranges.” His speech pattern was an odd mix of formality and slang, which just added to the weirdness. “Who are you?” He stopped pacing and looked slightly shamefaced. “Sorry. I’m Finn. Well, Finn. The Lycan warrior. Friends of Alpha Ethan and his brother Vergel. You must remember us, I mean, yeah—But if anyone here knew that, they’d rip me to shreds.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it took a moment to register. As her jaw dropped, he held out a hand. “So let’s just go with ‘Finn,’ okay?”

Alpha Damon barked, the green of his eyes almost disappearing but she didn't budge. “Your name?” She cooed. “Finn…Finn Xander but you can just call me Finn…my friend over there calls me Finn.” He babbled. “Your friend?” She raised a brow. “But that doesn't mean you can kiss me. You can't kiss me at all!” He waved his hands as if explaining to a child. “Okay…” She shrugged and got up to her feet. “Now I feel all sweaty and need a bath.” ***

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.