44. Finn
44
FINN
The smell of buttered popcorn hung in the air as I balanced our snacks and drinks and followed Olive into the movie theater where we first met. She threw me a smile over her shoulder, several small boxes of candy in her hand, as she held the theater door open for me.
I’d been surprised when Olive said she wanted to plan our date. Her chosen location of the Hollywood Theater had been even more unexpected. My alpha was disgruntled—he wanted to plan something more extravagant—but if this was what she wanted, I was determined to redeem our first movie-watching experience if it was the last thing I did.
We settled in the same seats as before, and Olive wasted no time tearing into her Junior Mints and offering me some. I popped one in my mouth, but it was nothing compared to the sweet pumpkin spice flavor I constantly craved these days.
“I wonder if anyone else will show up,” I mused as I popped a couple more candies in my mouth. These late-night showings were usually pretty empty, and I was greedy and wanted Olive all to myself.
“Oh, this is just for us,” she said, eyes flashing full of mischief. “I spoke to Missy and she agreed to make this a private showing. ”
The way she said private showing made me grow hard. I grunted and shifted in my seat, the popcorn placed strategically over my erection. Missy and Herbert might kill us if we hooked up in the theater again , but it would be worth their wrath.
I lifted the armrest separating us so I could tuck her against my side. “What are we seeing, then?”
Olive gave me the sweetest smile and laid her head on my shoulder. “I’m not sure. It didn’t say on the board.”
“Maybe more aliens, if we’re lucky.”
“Only if they have choreographed dance numbers.”
I grinned and rubbed my cheek on the top of her head. “Thanks for giving me another chance, darling. I promise I’ll be good to you forever.”
“I know,” she murmured. She reached across me to grab a handful of popcorn, munching on it slowly. Her scent didn’t indicate stress, but I could feel a question brewing. “Is it still feeling scary?” she finally asked. “For us to be together?”
My heart lurched and I squeezed her shoulder, spilling some popcorn in the process. “I’m still scared of losing you. Always will be, I’m sure.” I swallowed hard against the emotions in my throat. “It just means I need to treasure it all, treasure you . And I will, I promise.”
Her fingers trailed against my jaw. “I trust you, Finn.” She leaned in, pressing her lips against mine, and the taste was just as sweet as her words.
The lights in the theater dimmed, and I settled in to watch whatever absurd indie movie Missy and Herbert had chosen. The gentle sound of chirping birds and piano music filtered through the speakers, and I froze.
No.
Fuck no .
My heart pounded in my chest, and then the title card confirmed my nightmare: Pride and Prejudice.
I kept my arm around my omega, my mind whirring. How did this happen? This was a fucking popular movie. This had to be a set-up. Lucy knew I hated this movie—had forced me to watch it approximately one million times growing up until my hatred for it settled deep in my bones. And now my little omega was getting her revenge on me by forcing me to sit through the movie from hell.
Olive said nothing, but she shifted so she was halfway in my lap as though keeping me pinned to the seat when I really wanted to drag her far, far away.
I took a deep breath. If this was my penance for my bad behavior, I would suffer it for her.
The minutes ticked by excruciatingly slowly. I attempted to distract myself by digging into the popcorn and playing with the ends of Olive’s hair, but I couldn’t hold in my scoff at a particularly annoying part of the film.
Olive finally broke out in a laugh. “How’re you doing over there?” she asked, patting my chest.
I groaned. “Just trying to figure out how I landed such a naughty, evil omega.”
Her self-satisfied giggle brought a smile to my lips. I put the popcorn safely to the side and pulled her fully onto my lap.
“You think torturing your alpha is funny?”
The light from the screen was strong enough to illuminate the wide smile on her face. “Hilarious.”
I palmed her ass, squeezing hard, and she let out a delicious little whimper. She quickly moved so she was straddling me, her pussy hot even through her clothes.
“Is this worse than the pickle sandwich?” she asked.
I threw my head back against the seat with a laugh. “Fuck, that was awful, but this movie lasts longer, so it’s probably the worse punishment.”
“Poor alpha, being punished by his omega.” Her lips ghosted against mine. Surely, my heart was pounding loud enough for her to hear, even over the dramatic period piece music. “I wonder what I could do to make it better?”
I swore as her hand went to the zipper of my pants, effortlessly freeing my cock and squeezing it in her small hand. My hands immediately went under her skirt, my fingers digging into her skin, only to find her tights were crotchless . And she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
My brain short-circuited, but my hands moved on their own accord—pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her wide so I could press my fingers into her dripping pussy.
“Oh, pretty girl,” I murmured as I thrust my fingers inside her. “Have you been sitting here dripping for your alpha this whole time? You should have said. It’s not good for little omegas to be so needy.”
A smile tugged at her lips, and I could practically feel her resist the urge to roll her eyes. “Well then, you better fix it.”
The two of us moved as one—her hands gripped my cock as she sank down in one slow movement, mine pinched her nipples through her pretty little top. Urgency underlined our movements as we thrust and squeezed and moaned. I made sure to grind her cute little clit against my knot every time she sank down on me. Her ragged moans, her gasping breaths, were perfection. I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it as she worked herself closer to an orgasm. She was wet and warm and slippery. The biggest temptation of my life.
Her little gasps turned into whimpers as she threw her head back and took her own release, her tight little cunt clamping down on me with her orgasm. For the briefest moment, she stopped moving, slumping down against my chest as she caught her breath. I dug my fingers into her lush hips. I was so close, so fucking close to coming, but I wouldn’t rush her.
But then she suddenly climbed off my lap. My cock slipped from her pussy, rock-hard and weeping, and Olive gave me a devious smile. I stared up at her, stunned, but she offered no explanation. She simply braced her hands on my shoulders, kissed me on the lips, and sauntered away.
Out of the theater.
My limbs were lead, unable to move from the shock of my interrupted orgasm.
A ragged chuckle burst from my chest as the theater room door shut with a bang. This was everything I deserved after I’d left her in this very theater our first time meeting, but if my omega thought I was going to sit back and let her get away, she had another thing coming.
I zipped up my pants, groaning at the strain of my hard cock against my zipper, and prowled out of the room. Olive’s scent called to me—rich from her recent orgasm, the one she stole from me—and I tracked it through the dark lobby. Wild urges I’d never felt before rose in me as I hunted my little prey to a back hallway. I wanted to chase, to fuck, to rut until the only thing she could scream was my name.
I wanted to own her like she already owned me.
The hallway was silent except for the steady hum of the HVAC, but my heightened senses caught on to the little gasp that reached me from the dark corners of the wall. A feral smile spread across my face. There she was, tucked behind a free-standing vintage movie poster.
Mine.
I lunged towards her and she shrieked as she took off running, but her short legs were no match for mine. I snagged her around the waist, my other hand moving between her legs and lifting her by her cunt. She soaked my hand with her sweet slick and a loud snarl roared through my chest. I pressed her against the wall, her plush ass rubbing against my cock as I thrust against her through our clothes.
“My little omega thought she could escape from me. Now I have you all alone, tucked back here in the dark. What should I do with you?”
“Who says you get to do anything to me?” she snapped back. She wriggled against me, but all that did was grind her cunt harder against my hand.
“You can fight me all you want, but your drenched pussy says otherwise. Making such a fucking mess.” I kissed her cheek before checking in. “You good, darling?”
She nodded quickly. “Don’t stop.”
A growl roared through my chest. “I should rip this dress off you and these fucking tights. God, these fucking tights .” My fingers moved without my meaning to as I tore through the delicate fishnet webbing that had tempted me from the first time I saw her wearing them .
She let out an outraged cry of protest and my hand came down on her ass cheek, the sound like a gunshot in the hallway. “Look at your perfect ass bouncing against me.” She moaned as she arched back towards me, offering me more . “You belong to me, little omega. Mine forever. To fuck, rut, fill whenever I want.”
Olive just scoffed and struggled harder against my hold, but I had her pinned.
“Let me go, brute,” she snarled.
I chuckled in her ear. Her scent was bright with arousal, all happiness without fear. I ran my nose down the side of her neck, breathing her in.
“I’m not letting you go until I take exactly what I want from you… and maybe not even then.”
In one swift movement, I was poised at her entrance and thrusting into her. Her toes barely touched the ground, her weight forcing her fully down on my cock. We both cried out at the intensity of it. I gripped her inner thighs to give me leverage to move her up and down my cock as her fingers scrabbled against the wall, fighting for purchase.
“Oh god, Finn,” she cried out. “That feels—” Her words were cut off with a loud cry as she shattered around me.
This time, I fucked her through her orgasm. My knot teased her entrance every time she fell back down on my cock. With one more burst of slick from her perfect cunt, my knot slipped in, locking us together. The tight squeeze of her was overwhelming as my orgasm tore through me like fire. I bit down on her shoulder as I came—not hard enough to break the skin, but fuck did I want to. My alpha urged me on— bite her, claim her —but I was just lucid enough to hold back. But only just as her loud moan filled the air as she came again, clenching harder on my knot than anything I’d felt before.
I sucked the tender patch of skin as we both came down from our orgasms, from our game.
I wrapped my arms around Olive, gently pulling her back against my chest. Satisfaction filled me as she relaxed against me, all limp and sated.
“I really hope there aren’t cameras back here,” she said, breaking the silence.
A startled laugh rumbled through my chest. “I’ll make sure Missy erases any footage without watching it.” I tried to move us into a more comfortable position, but I couldn’t fully stand without her being lifted off the floor.
“Knotting me in this hallway was certainly a choice,” she said.
I smacked the side of her thigh. “Like you weren’t begging for it.” But I kissed her cheek in apology, anyway. I hadn’t meant to knot her, but holding my alpha instincts back when my omega was crying out my name had been too much for me.
I hitched her up higher—my palm still holding her by the pussy—and clumsily maneuvered us down to the floor until she was curled up in a little ball of omega in my lap.
She swore as my knot shifted inside her, her fingers digging into my arm. “I didn’t know how this date would go exactly,” she mused. “But this definitely exceeded expectations. And now I know my alpha likes to chase me.”
My chest rumbled with a purr. “We’ve never talked about doing anything like that.” A thread of anxiety worked through me. I knew Olive had been into what we’d just done—her cries of pleasure, her thick scent had urged me on—but maybe it had been too much for her. Would she regret it now, without the adrenaline? Had I taken things too far?
“That’s right,” she mused. “Easton and I were alone when we talked about chasing.”
My heart stuttered in my chest, and I was only capable of making a strangled sound.
She tipped her gorgeous face up to me, a smile playing on her lips. “Feel free to chase me anytime, alpha. Just don’t expect me to make it easy on you.”
Now a growl ripped through my chest. “If you keep looking at me like that, my knot will never go down.”
The breath of her laugh tickled my chest as she settled against me. I wished I had a blanket or somewhere else soft and warm to settle her while we stayed knotted .
Next time.
We stayed perfectly still and relaxed, distracting ourselves by chatting about anything and nothing, until my knot loosened enough to slip out of her. I ran to grab napkins from concessions to clean her up, and did my best to right her clothes. The tights were a lost cause and I slipped them into my pocket as a little trophy.
We gathered up all our things and headed out the front door, only to find Lars and Easton sitting by the curb in a golf cart.
“Finn! You’re alive. We weren’t sure how far our omega would take her little revenge scheme,” Easton said. “Figured Olive might need some help dragging the body back.”
Lars cocked an eyebrow as he got out of the cart, clearly taking in our disheveled appearances. “I thought you were going to punish him, sweetheart.” His hands moved to Olive’s waist and for the flash of a second, I wanted to shove him away so I could keep her all to myself. But as quickly as it came, the urge vanished and gratitude filled me instead. This was what it meant to be a pack—to know that our omega wouldn’t have to walk all the way home after being fucked within an inch of her life in a dark, dusty movie theater hallway.
“I did,” she said primly. “And then he punished me back.”
Easton snorted, but his expression was all lightness. He pulled Olive into a big hug and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. I stole her back to my side and the two of us slid into the back of the golf cart. I tucked her head under my chin and ran my fingers through her hair, unable to stop from touching her.
“Where did you even get this?” Olive asked, gesturing at the cart.
“Stole it from Stanley,” Easton said easily. “Although, is it really stealing when he left the keys in the ignition?”
“Yes,” Olive and I said at the same time, putting a grin on my face.
“Huh,” Easton said as if this was brand new information for him. “Well… any complaints?”
“Nope,” Olive responded. “I rather like this—riding in style.” Then she gasped and sat up straighter. “Oh my god! I never thanked you all for my new bike. It just totally left my mind, but I appreciate it so much. I can’t believe you did that.”
Lars twisted to face the back. “What new bike?”
My cheeks heated. I hadn’t told the guys how I’d slipped away one day and purchased Olive a new bike. She had been using my ancient one from when I was a kid, and it wasn’t nearly good enough for her.
Olive blinked slowly and turned to me. “Finn?”
I rubbed the back of my neck and shrugged. “Yeah, well, you couldn’t keep riding the other one. It was all rusted.”
“But that was when you weren’t even talking to me,” she whispered, her brow furrowed, lips parted. “You didn’t even like me.”
I wrapped her hair around my fingers, holding tight. “That’s where you’re wrong, pretty girl. You consumed me from that very first moment.”
There was a slight jolt in the golf cart as Easton maneuvered us onto the rugged path to the lighthouse. The path that was now lit with the solar lights I’d installed, the ones Olive was now staring at.
She turned back to me and put her hand around the back of my neck. “Thank you.” She whispered the words against my lips before pulling me into a deep kiss.