14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Finn
C hapter FourteenFinn’s POV “Amelia!” I crossed the room in two strides, my voice sharp with worry. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She trembled, gasping for breath, clutching the sheets as if they anchored her. I sat beside her, reaching out, but she flinched, eyes scanning the room in fear.
“Finn…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “There was… a man. He was here. He tried to… he tried to strangle me. It felt so real.”
Her words hit me hard. I pulled her close, her trembling body cold against mine, driven by the need to protect her.
“Shh, it’s okay,” I murmured, my voice low and steady. “It was just a dream, Amelia. You’re safe. I’m here. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”
She buried her face in my chest, her hands clutching at my shirt.
“It felt so real, Finn. I could feel his hands on me. I couldn’t breathe…”
I tightened my hold on her, my jaw clenching. The thought of anyone hurting her, even in a dream, made my blood boil.
“It’s over now. You’re safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
She nodded against my chest, still trembling. Her heart raced; her breaths uneven. I stroked her back, trying to soothe her.
“Finn…” she whispered after a moment, her voice small and fragile. “Don’t go. Please. Stay with me.”
I pulled back slightly, meeting her wide, pleading eyes, their vulnerability piercing my chest.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said firmly. “I’ll stay right here.”
She shook her head, her hands tightening on my shirt.
“No, I mean… stay with me. Here. On the bed. Just… hold me. I need to feel you.”
I hesitated, my self-control wavering. Her closeness tested me, but her fear and the way she clung to me shattered any resistance.
“Okay,” I said softly, my voice rough. “I’ll stay with you.”
I lay beside her, and she curled into me, seeking warmth. Holding her close, I stroked her hair as her body slowly relaxed.
“Thank you for being here with me,” she whispered, her voice muffled against my chest.
I held her tighter, heart racing. Her closeness, her scent, it was too much. She turned, her eyes meeting mine, and the tension between us ignited. Control slipped, and all I could think about was her.
“Finn…” she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with something else, something that made my blood run hot.
I swallowed hard, my grip on her tightening.
“Amelia don’t look at me like that,” I said, my voice low and rough. “I’m trying to keep control here, but if you keep looking at me like that, I might lose it.”
She didn’t look away. Instead, she moved closer, her body pressing against mine, her eyes never leaving mine.
“What if I don’t want you to keep control?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if that’s what I want?”
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding so hard I was sure she could feel it.
“Amelia…” I warned, my voice strained. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” she said, her voice steady now, her eyes burning with determination. “I want you, Finn. I want this. I want you to make me yours.”
Her words shattered the last of my restraint. I cupped her face in my hands, my gaze locked on hers.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice rough with need. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping.”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Kiss me like its last day on earth…”
I crashed my lips onto hers, the kiss fierce and desperate, and all the pent-up tension between us exploded in that one moment. She responded immediately, her hands tangling in my hair, her body arching into mine.
“Ahh…” Amelia moaned softly.
I pulled back just enough to look at her, my breathing ragged.
“Amelia…” I growled; my voice thick with desire. “You’re mine. Do you understand? Mine.”
“Yours,” she whispered. “Always yours.”
And then I kissed her again, deeper this time, my hands roaming over her body, claiming her in every way I could. The fire that burned between us consumed everything in its path.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her jawline to her neck, where I nipped gently, earning a soft gasp from her.
"Finn," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop."
I didn’t intend to. My hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing against the warm skin of her waist. I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, searching for any hesitation. There was none.
"Are you sure?" I asked again, my voice rough, though I already knew the answer.
"Yes," she breathed, her hands gripping my shoulders. "I need you, Finn. All of you."
I pulled her shirt off, breath catching at the sight of her. She was radiant, her skin glowing, her chest rising with each breath. My hands traced her curves, savoring every inch.
"Amelia," I murmured, my voice low and husky. "You have no idea what you do to me."
She shivered under my touch, her hands moving to the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers fumbled slightly, and I chuckled, covering her hands with mine.
"Let me," I said, undoing the buttons slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. When the shirt fell open, she pressed her palms against my chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"You're so warm," she whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.
I leaned down, capturing her lips again, my hands sliding to the clasp of her bra. I unhooked it, letting it fall away. Her breath hitched as I pulled back to look at her, my gaze roaming over her bare skin.
"You're perfect," I said, my voice thick with admiration. "Absolutely perfect."
Her cheeks flushed as she undid my pants, trembling. I kicked them off, leaving nothing between us. Her eyes widened, desire burning in her gaze.
"Finn," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to touch you."
I took her hand, guiding it to me, and her touch was like fire.
“Mm mm…” I groaned, my head falling back as her fingers explored, tentative at first, then growing bolder. My hands moved to her hips, sliding her pants and underwear down her legs, leaving her completely bare before me.
"Lie back," I instructed, my voice rough with need.
She obeyed, her eyes never leaving mine as I positioned myself over her. My lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as my hands roamed her body, tracing every curve, every dip.
“Ahhh…” she moaned again.
I trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and lower, until my lips closed around one of her nipples. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, and I smiled against her skin, teasing her with my tongue.
"Finn," she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair. "Please…"
I moved lower, my lips brushing against her stomach, her hips, until I reached the apex of her thighs. She tensed slightly, and I looked up at her, my eyes dark with desire.
"Trust me," I said, my voice a low growl.
She nodded, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. I didn’t wait any longer. My tongue flicked against her, and she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets.
“My God… Finn…”
I took my time, savoring every sound she made, every shudder that ran through her body. Her hips bucked against me, and I held her steady, my hands gripping her thighs as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.
"Finn, I…" she gasped, her voice breaking as she came undone, her body trembling beneath me.
I kissed my way back up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted like desire, like need, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance, my eyes locked on hers.
"Last chance to back out," I said, my voice strained.
"Don’t stop," she pleaded, her hands gripping my shoulders. "I need you, Finn. Now."
I pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust, but she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper.
“Mm mm…” I groaned, my forehead resting against hers as I began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us.
"Amelia," I growled, my voice rough with need. "You feel… incredible."
“Ahhh…” she moaned, her nails digging into my back as she matched my rhythm, her hips rising to meet mine.
The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, our moans, and the bed creaking beneath us. I could feel her tightening around me, her body trembling as she neared the edge again.
"Finn, I’m…" she gasped, her voice breaking as she came, her body convulsing around me.
I wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my own release crashing over me like a wave. I collapsed onto her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You are beyond incredible,” I said as I kissed her ear lobe.
For a long moment, we lay there, tangled together, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my arms wrapping around her as I rolled onto my side, taking her with me.
“Having you inside me felt so good…” Amelia whispered.
The soft dawn light spilled over Amelia as she slept, her face peaceful, and I slipped out of bed to make her breakfast, my mind replaying the night before as I carried the tray back to find her sitting up, smiling sleepily at me.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice soft and husky.
“Good morning, my world” I replied, setting the tray down on the bed. “I thought you might be hungry.”
Her eyes lit up as she took in the spread.
“You made me breakfast?”
“Of course,” I said, sitting beside her. “You deserve to be spoiled.”
She reached for a piece of toast, her fingers brushing mine, igniting that familiar spark as we ate in comfortable silence, sharing glances, until I stood and held out my hand.
“Come on, let’s shower.”
“Together?” She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
“Unless you’d rather go alone,” I teased, pulling her to her feet.
She laughed, the sound music to my ears, and followed me to the bathroom. The shower was steamy and intimate, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as the water cascaded over us. It was slow, deliberate, a quiet reaffirmation of what we’d shared the night before.
We were just stepping out, towels wrapped around us, when the villa’s system chimed.
“Finn,” the automated voice said, “Aidan has arrived. Shall I grant him access?”
I frowned. Aidan wasn’t supposed to be here. Something must have happened.
“Let him in,” I said, my voice sharp. “Lead him to the study.”
“I just hope he has good news…” Amelia said.
“I hope so too,” I said, grabbing a fresh set of clothes.
She nodded, quickly dressed, and we headed to the study, tension thick in the air. Inside, Aidan stood by the window, his posture tense, and his eyes flicking to Amelia before settling on me.
“Finn,” he said, his voice low.
But before I could respond, Amelia froze, her eyes locked on the wall behind me. I followed her gaze to the large portrait of my father, the former Alpha, his stern face staring down at us.
“Finn,” Amelia whispered, her voice trembling. “Who… who is that?”
“That’s my father. Why? Is something wrong?” I frowned, confused by her reaction.
Her face paled, her hands clutching at her throat as if she couldn’t breathe.
“That’s him,” she said, her voice barely audible. “That’s the man from my dream. The one who tried to strangle me.”
“What?” My blood ran cold.
“Finn, it was him. I’m sure of it,” she turned to me, her eyes wide with terror.