Chapter 3 #2
Finn pulls back, resting his forehead against mine.
He’s got beautifully long, dark lashes, and his eyes are dark with desire.
The scent of him – ocean rain, smoked green tea, and burnt caramel – wraps around me, sinking deep into my bones.
It’s warm, rich, and grounding, and I shiver as it seeps into my skin.
He pulls my dress up and starts trailing soft kisses down my throat as his hands roam all over my exposed skin.
I slide my hands under his wet shirt, feeling his hot skin and the hard ridges of his abdomen.
Even in the dark I can make out how ripped he is.
The sheer strength and power of his muscles makes me keen in delight, recognising the dominance he holds in every fibre of his being. But I’m not afraid of him.
Pulling him closer to me, my body moulds to his as I press my lips against his neck. His scent thickens, darkening with want, and I inhale deeply, letting it curl inside me. It’s intoxicating, and I wonder if I were an omega, not a beta, would my smell have done the same to him?
I can feel his heart beating fast against my chest. As I run my hands up to his shoulders, I feel the tightness of his muscles under my fingers.
He groans softly and I know I’m doing something right.
I let my hands wander down to his waistband, feeling the hard bulge of his arousal pressing against me.
Heat pools low in my belly, desire urging me closer, demanding more.
I want him badly, but I also want to tease him a little.
And as much as I’d like to taste him, I’m not about to get on my knees in the ocean and risk drowning.
Instead, I move my hips against his, letting him feel my own arousal.
He growls low in his throat. A deep, possessive growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my skin, and I smile against his neck.
His scent spikes again – thicker, heavier, more alpha.
It makes me ache. I love the way he’s reacting to me, like he can barely control himself.
I finally reach for the button of his jeans, slowly undoing it and letting my fingers brush against the glistening tip of his erection. He hisses in pleasure. I lick my lips, desperate for a taste, and bend at the waist to slide my tongue across his slit.
“Fuck!” He groans. “What was I thinking?”
Immediately, I freeze. “W-what?”
“Not you,” he quickly reassures me. “I fucking want you so bad right now. I meant, what was I thinking coming in the water? It’s freezing and I want to taste you.”
His pupils are blown wide, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. I know he can’t smell me, except maybe the faintest trace, but Finn still growls approvingly, gripping my waist like he’s barely holding himself back.
“I definitely want more of a taste of you too,” I admit, laughing lightly. “But I don’t want to drown and saltwater in the eyes stings like a bitch.”
“There’s a beach hut a little further down the beach that we could use…if you wanted to?”
I nod. “Let’s do it.”
“Let’s,” he repeats again, and this time it’s definitely a vow.
Helping me pull my wet dress back down, he settles the material back into place as best he can, and then takes my hand in his once more.
His grip is firm, possessive, like he can’t bear to let me go.
I preen at the contact, pleased with the care in the simple touch.
He leads us out of the water and back towards the dunes where there’s a neat little row of brightly painted beach huts.
They look a little too large and a little too posh to be the regular kind of huts you see at the seaside, but then I remember Aisling saying there were Butler huts for employees to use.
Finn must work for the Butlers if he knows about the huts.
I just hope we can find an empty one, and that we don’t get in trouble for what we plan on using it for.
Finn leads me to the door of one of the beach huts.
I squeeze his hand before he lets go of mine to open the door to the beach hut he chose.
He flicks the switch and the soft glow of the candle-style lights flicker on, revealing a surprisingly spacious but cosy area.
There’s a kitchenette on the back wall with a small table for two to the right.
On the left there’s a ladder up to a snug, and in the main living space there’s a coffee-table sitting in front of a large squidgy-looking sofa.
“Wow,” I breathe. “This is amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he says, his voice low as he takes a step towards me. “Because I’m thinking we should christen it properly.”
He’s not wrong, I think, as I look around the pristine room. It’s pretty much the ideal setting for a hot and heavy session, and I’m more than okay with that.
“Are you sure this is ok?” He asks. “You don’t feel weird or anything being here with me?”
I shake my head. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m not ready to stop.”
A flash of pure alpha satisfaction crosses his face, his chest rising and falling heavily as he takes in my words.
“Good,” he replies, smiling.
He slides his arms around me and pulls me in for another kiss. When we break apart, I grin at him. “I could really do with getting out of these wet clothes. Are there any towels we can use to dry off and warm up?”
Finn nods and takes a step back, his eyes flickering with heat as he watches me.
His gaze is heavy, like he’s barely restraining himself.
I can feel the flush rising in my cheeks as I pull off my soggy dress – being careful not to dislodge the wig – and reveal my lacy bra and thong underneath.
Finn’s eyes dilate as he takes in the sight of me, his gaze flickering over my slight curves.
It’s impossible to feel self-conscious that my breasts are too small, that I’m not tall enough or sexy enough, when he’s looking at me like that.
“I think we can do better than towels,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “I know where the owner keeps a stash of blankets.”
Before I can even process what he’s saying, he’s tugging me towards the ladder, his hand hot against my skin.
I follow him up the rungs, feeling a thrill of excitement rush through me.
The ladder leads up to a cozy little loft, with a low ceiling and a mattress on the floor.
There’s even a large skylight in the roof overhead so that you can lie in bed and watch the stars.
Finn pulls out a couple of thick, woollen blankets, tossing them down on the bed.
“Here we go,” he says with a grin. “This should warm us up nicely.”
I watch, transfixed, as Finn peels his wet shirt off and drops it over the balcony where it lands downstairs with a heavy thud.
His muscles ripple under the soft light, and I feel my breath hitch.
Everything about him – the power, the presence, the control – is pure alpha, and it makes something inside me go soft, pliant.
His chest is so well defined that I find myself wanting to chase the lazy drops of saltwater snaking their way down his torso with my tongue.
He removes his jeans and the sight of him in just his black boxers makes my mouth run dry. The outline of his arousal is so clearly evident – and impressive – that my eyes widen in appreciation, and a little fear.
Finn moves towards me, standing so close that our bodies are almost touching and the heat radiates off him. I reach out and grab his waist, pulling him in even closer. The moment our skin touches, a shiver rushes through me, and I swear I hear a low, contented purr from him in response.
I’m in trouble.
And I don’t care one bit.
I can feel his hard-on pressing against my stomach, and I love that he’s just as turned on as I am.
His scent thickens in the air – smoky green tea and burnt caramel curling around me, sinking into my skin like a brand.
My body reacts, wanting to swoon at the strength of his arousal, but I keep my emotions locked down.
He can’t know what I am.
He leans down and kisses me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth.
I moan softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down onto the mattress with me.
The blankets are soft and warm against my bare skin, and Finn’s hands move over my body, chasing away the cold.
His touch is possessive, his fingers mapping out my curves like he’s committing them to memory.
I preen under his attention, eager, pliant.
He runs his fingers over the curve of my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly through the lace of my bra.
I gasp and arch my back, pressing my chest up against him in a silent plea for more.
He leans down, pushing the material out of the way, and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently.
A deep rumble vibrates through his chest – an alpha’s growl of approval, rough and rich.
It sends heat pooling between my thighs.
I let out a soft moan and run my fingers through his dark hair, pulling him even closer. He switches to my other nipple, biting down through the material and making me cry out.
My hands start to wander, and I’m surprised to feel a thin silver chain around Finn’s neck.
I didn’t notice that before. I pull it away from his body, eyeing the medallion attached to it curiously.
The pendant is small, the size of a coin, and I can make out the shape of a bird of prey, with a wide wingspan and sharp talons carrying a flower.
“It’s a falcon,” Finn tells me with a smile. “It’s what I’m named after.”
“Finn means falcon?” I ask.
He grins and shakes his head. “No. My middle name’s Mae.” He reaches up, pulling the chain from my fingers. “This was a gift from my mother when I was born. Her name was Nari, hence the falcon carrying the lily.”
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him, not missing the way he referred to his mother in the past tense but feeling like it’s not the time to bring it up.
“You’re beautiful,” he replies, kissing me.
My cheeks heat. It’s the second time he’s called me beautiful and it’s not something I’m used to hearing.
The weight of his words settles deep in my chest, pressing against something unsteady inside me.
I’ve never really been told I’m beautiful before.
Or if I have, I’ve never believed it until now.
He’s an alpha and I’m a beta, and yet he still finds me beautiful.
He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, dragging the wet material off me and exposing my breasts. I bite the corner of my lip, waiting for his approval or dismissal.
“Perfect,” he sighs, dipping his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue over the sensitive bud and my hips jerk in response.
His body covers mine, warmer than any blanket, and he presses kisses to my chest. He makes his way across my skin, kissing between my breasts and over my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
Before I realise what’s happening, I feel his mouth against my underwear, kissing through the wet lace.
He stops long enough to pull my thong off and throw them out of sight.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, but the words come out more of a moan.
Finn doesn’t answer. Instead, he dips his head down to my pussy and makes me forget what I was asking.
He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks gently, sending pulses of pleasure through my legs. He licks between my lips, teasing me with his tongue. I can smell my arousal, the sweetened salt of it filling the air, and Finn groans as he inhales deeply. His pupils are blown wide with need.
I can’t stop a moan from escaping my mouth. I’ve never felt like this – like I’m on fire from the inside out. Finn’s hot mouth on my pussy sends shivers through my body. Instinct takes over, my legs trembling as I tilt my hips, offering more of myself to my alpha.
My alpha?!
Total fantasy. Never going to happen. This is just tonight. Just him. Just something I can walk away from in the morning.
Alphas want omegas. Need them in fact. They only fool around with girls like me until their forever mate comes along.
I spread my legs even wider to give him better access to my pussy. He’s holding my hips down, his tongue teasing me like no one ever has. I’m such a lucky girl, but it’s hard to snatch air with the relentless way he’s tongue fucking me.
“Oh, Finn!” I’m gasping for air as he brings me to the brink of an orgasm. I never want him to stop. My clit throbs as he sucks it between his lips, his tongue running circles around it.
It’s too much.
I know I should be quiet, but I can’t. I moan loudly as I come, my pussy pulsing around Finn’s face.
My arousal coats my thighs, and Finn groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I’ve never felt anything like it, never wanted anything like it.
He pushes my thighs wider, holding them down as his tongue laps at my juices, driving my release on until I’m trembling beneath him, incoherent.
When I finally relax, he crawls up my body, kissing me deep and thrusting his tongue into my mouth so that I can taste myself. It just turns me on more. I nip at his bottom lip, and his growl vibrates through me, primal and hungry. The scent of his arousal thickens in the air, and I ache for him.
I slide my tongue into Finn’s mouth, wanting to forget about everything else as our tongues dance together.
I tug at the hem of his boxers, slipping my hand inside and wrapping it around his hard cock. I squeeze gently, running my thumb up and down the shaft. Finn lets out a low groan, kissing me hard as I stroke him.
It’s my turn now. I’m eager to return the favour and to have another taste of him. That tease in the water wasn’t enough to whet my appetite. Not even close.