Page 35 of Primal
“You could just tattoo your name over that handprint I’m pretty sure you left on my butt,” I brat.
“Piscín,nothing would make me happier than permanently marking you as mine.” Shocked, I roll onto my back as he pulls from me, I stare at his chest. The silhouette of a black cat runs the length of his sternum—over his heart—marking him as mine.
“Returning the favor only seems fair.” I smirk, running my fingers over his newest tattoo and watching his eyes light up. Shaking my head, I clarify, “but not on my butt.”
Marking my body isn’t the only thing I want to reciprocate.
Tossing the condom in the trash, Finn pulls on his boxer briefs and pants before climbing back into the bed with me. Tenderly,he hovers over me, kissing along my collarbone and up my neck before claiming my mouth once more. His lips linger against mine as I whisper, “You should go. Before we get caught.”
“We’re going to have to break the news to him, eventually.” Finn begrudgingly climbs from the bed and picks his shirt off the floor.
“Yes,” I agree. “But eventually isn’t going to be with me naked and you half-dressed in the convent.”
After pulling my sheets from the bed and shoving them into the washing machine, I take a quick shower. I dry myself off and grab my phone while still wrapped in my towel, reaching out for some help with an issue that has been plaguing me for a few days.
Do you have a few minutes to talk?
I put on a cute floral sundress—and then a thin cardigan to cover the bites and hickeys across my shoulders—giving some time for the recipient to reply.
LAYLA
Of course!
I type and delete my response several times before pressing the button to call her instead.
“You’ve been typing for five minutes.” Layla chuckles when she answers the phone. “What’s up?
“This is so embarrassing,” I admit. “I want to… with my mouth, but I don’t know how.”
“I don’t know if I should be honored or offended that I’m your first call for advice on sucking cock,” Layla quips. “But you’vecome to the right place.” She gives me a short list of what to do and what not to do, before going into explicit details of technique.
“So help me if that’s one of my brothers,mo cuishle.” Tristan’s deep voice billows through the speakerphone.
“All of them, actually,” she brats. “We’re planning a gangbang for my birthday.”
I don’t know if I want to know what that is…
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
FINNIGAN
While I sit in the club’s lounge with Conor and Declan, we go over the prior month’s financials as we wait for Tristan and Liam to arrive.
“What have you done to that sweet, innocent girl of yours?” Tristan jests, slapping my back, when he joins us.
Caught off-guard by his question, I retort, “I’m going to need you to be a tad more specific.”
“She was on the phone with Layla when I left,” Tristan shares.
“And?” I snark, knowing that the two of them talk all the time.
“Three things… First, I learned way more than I needed to know about how much pussy you eat. But it tracks with how much you run your mouth. Second, I’m looking into Panty Sniffer Anonymous options for you,” he jests.
Jesus Christ, these girls talk about absolutely everything with one another.
“That’s rich, coming from the panty stealer,” I quip, recalling him removing all of Layla’s from her apartment to ensure shewas always panty-free. “Also, it definitely doesn’t need to be anonymous. I fucking love the scent of her. I’d happily carry her little cotton panties in my pocket.”
“I swear I learn shit about you every fucking day that I didn’t want to.” Declan gruffs.