39. Finn
Chapter 39
Finn
H ailey’s trembling in my arms, her honey-sweet scent thick with distress and something deeper, headier. Every breath she takes presses her back against my chest, the innocent movement making my cock throb painfully. Pre-heat pheromones. The omega in me wants to present, to beg, to submit, but I can’t. Not yet. Not when she needs me to be strong. Her body’s preparing for her first heat, and she’s completely unprepared, traumatized, and terrified. And down the hall…
Another thump echoes through the walls. Stone. I can hear his labored breathing, the low growls he’s trying to suppress. Her scent must be driving him wild. It’s affecting me, too, which makes no sense. I shouldn’t be responding like this, but I’ve already been down this road. With Hailey, my responses make no sense at all.
“Shh,” I murmur, running my hands soothingly down her arms. She’s burning up, skin feverish under my touch. “Let me soothe you, sunshine.”
“It hurts,” she whimpers, pressing closer. “Everything feels wrong.”
“I know, darling. First heats are intense. Even pre-heat tremors can bring you to your knees.” I keep my voice soft, steady, though my own heart is racing. “Let’s get you more comfortable, okay?”
She nods against my chest, another wave of those intoxicating pheromones rolling off her. I have to bite down hard on my lip as a wave of need surges through me. Down the hall, something crashes. Stone must be losing his mind. I should feel guilty about that, but right now, all I can focus on is the omega shaking in my arms.
“Can you stand?” I ask gently. When she nods, I help her up, supporting most of her weight. “Good girl. Let’s get you into the tub. Cool water will help with the fever.”
The praise makes her shiver, her pupils dilating. Interesting. Filing that away for later, I guide her toward the large soaking tub.
Just as we reach the tub, another crash from down the hall makes her jump. Her scent spikes with fear and arousal—a potent combination that has me fighting back a groan. I shouldn’t be affected like this. This isn’t fucking normal.
But I’ve never been fucking normal.
“What was that?” she whispers, pressing closer to me.
“Stone,” I admit softly. No point lying to her. “Your scent…it’s affecting him, too.”
She tries to pull away, panic flooding her scent. “Oh, no…”
“Hey.” I hold her closer, refusing to let her retreat into shame. “This is natural, remember? Your body is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.”
Down the hall, I hear what sounds like Stone pacing. His growl vibrates through the house—pure alpha frustration. I know that sound. I’ve heard it before, usually followed by him pinning me down while I mewl beneath him, just waiting for his thick cock to pierce my clenching tightness.
I should be jealous.
Why am I not jealous?
Hailey whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly against me. The movement sends another wave of her scent washing over me— honey and vanilla and omega need. My body responds like a fucking traitor, a warmth building low in my belly that shouldn’t be there.
“Cool water will help with the fever,” I explain again, reaching around her to start the tap. “And I have some toys that can help take the edge off until?—”
“Toys?” She looks confused, then horrified as understanding dawns. “Oh! No, I couldn’t…I’ve never…”
“Shh.” I stroke her hair back from her feverish face. “We’ll take it slow. Nothing you don’t want. But you need relief, sunshine. This isn’t going to get better on its own.”
Another crash from down the hall, followed by Stone’s voice—rough and desperate: “Finn! Hurry up and do it before I—” The rest is lost in a growl that makes Hailey’s knees buckle.
I catch her, steadying her against my chest. “I’ve got you. He won’t hurt you. He’s fighting it so hard because he doesn’t want to scare you.”
“But I don’t understand.” Her voice breaks. “Why is he…why am I…why are you…”
“Because you’re meant to be ours,” I whisper, the truth I’ve been fighting slipping out. “All of ours. Even mine, though that makes no sense. You’re changing everything we thought we knew.”
She turns in my arms, pressing her face into my neck. Her breath comes in hot little pants against my skin. “Please,” she whimpers. “Please make it stop hurting, Finn.”
My heart aches at the sound of my name on her lips. I’ve been through heats before. More than I can count now. But this is different. Dangerous in ways I don’t fully understand.
“The water’s ready,” I murmur. “Let’s get these clothes off. They’re probably feeling awful against your skin right now.”
She nods, fumbling with her t-shirt. Her hands are shaking too badly to even lift the fabric over her head. Without comment, I gently shift her hands aside and do it myself. Each new inch of exposed skin releases more of her scent—honey and vanilla and need. So much need —and I grunt as my cock stands at attention, straining painfully against my sweatpants.
Down the hall, Stone’s pacing becomes more agitated. The sound of his footsteps is erratic. I hear him curse, then the slam of his bedroom door. He’s trying so hard to give her space, to not frighten her. My chest tightens with pride and pain.
“He’s hurting,” Hailey whispers, surprising me. Even amid her distress, she’s worried about him. “Because of me.”
“Not because of you,” I correct gently, sliding her shirt off her shoulders. Her skin is burning hot under my palms. “Because he cares about you. Because he wants to protect you, even from himself.”
A whimper escapes her as cool air hits her overheated skin. I help her step out of the sweatpants and special panties we’d bought. They’re soaked, too. She’s trembling harder now, her scent thick with embarrassment and arousal.
And she’s naked before me. My cock bobs under the restraints of my clothing, fighting to escape. My mouth practically goes dry.
Hailey’s skin is flushed and so damp with sweat, it gleams in the dim light. Her curves are supple, her waist narrow, flaring into the gentle swell of her hips. Her breasts, full and heavy, rise and fall with each trembling breath. The soft curve of her belly, the delicate slope of her thighs…every inch of her is a masterpiece, an exquisite work of art that I can’t tear my eyes away from. The dark triangle between her legs, still glistening with her arousal, draws my gaze, the sight sending a jolt of pure lust through me. She’s beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful. And the fact that she’s standing before me, naked and vulnerable, trusting me with her fear and her desire… it makes something deep inside me ache with a tenderness I’ve never known before. My cock throbs harder. The need to touch her, to comfort her, to claim her as mine is a burning ache in my gut .
I have to clench my jaw hard. I end up biting my tongue. The pain is enough to give me some clarity.
She curls in on herself, as if embarrassed by her bareness.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” I reassure her, though that’s a lie. I’ve never seen anything like her—all soft curves and delicate strength. My hands itch to touch, to soothe, to claim. I clench them at my sides instead.
“The water,” she gasps, swaying on her feet. “Please.”
I help her into the tub, supporting her as she sinks into the cool water. She moans at the contact—a sound that goes straight through me and culminates at the tip of my shaft. I can feel myself seeping. Down the hall, something heavy hits the wall. Stone must have heard it, too.
“Better?” I ask, keeping my voice steady as I kneel beside the tub.
She nods, then arches as another wave of heat hits her. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub, soaking my shirt. I don’t care.
“Finn,” she whimpers, reaching for me. Her wet hand finds my arm, grips tight. “Stay? Please?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. And I mean it with everything in me. Whatever this is between us—this impossible pull—I’m done fighting it. I stopped fighting the moment I admitted to her all my truths.
I stroke her hair back from her face, letting my fingers trail along her neck. She shivers, tilting her head to bare her throat. The gesture of submission—unconscious and perfect—makes something deep inside me growl in satisfaction.
The sound surprises us both. I… growled ? Her eyes fly open, dark with heat and confusion. “How…?” she starts to ask.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “None of this makes sense. I’m an omega. I shouldn’t be able to…shouldn’t want to…”
“Want to what?” she whispers, though her dilated pupils suggest she knows exactly what I mean.
Before I can answer, an agonized roar echoes through the house. Stone. The sound tears through both of us. Hailey jerks upright in the tub, water cascading off her body. Her nipples are hard peaks, her skin flushed pink.
“He needs…” she gasps. “We should…”
“No.” The word comes out sharper than I mean it to. I soften my tone. “Not yet. Not until you’re ready. He’d never forgive himself if he scared you. Plus…this isn’t about him. This is about you.”
She subsides back into the water, but her scent has changed. There’s less fear now; more…curiosity. Interest. Need.
“You’re right,” she whispers, but her voice has gone thick. Arousal. “This…this is about me.” Her softly said but brave words almost make me grin. But if I open my mouth I’m sure I’ll release the myriad of absolutely filthy thoughts circling in my head.
Instead, I swallow hard as I watch her hand slide down her stomach, her fingers toying with the water swirling around her navel. Her gaze drops to where my hand rests on the edge of the tub, her eyes dark and dilated.
I watch her, my heart pounding against my ribs. The need to touch her, to taste her, is a burning ache in my gut. She’s so beautifu l, I think, my gaze tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. So fucking perfect.
Another wave of heat washes over her, her body arching, her head thrown back. A low moan escapes her lips, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Finn…” she whimpers, her fingers flexing against the smooth porcelain of the tub.
The water isn’t enough. I can smell it on her, the rising tide of her hunger, the desperate need for something more.
My hand finds the warmth of her thigh and I stroke the smooth, wet skin, watching the shivers dance across her flesh. Her breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I savor the feel of her, the delicate tremble beneath my fingertips, wanting to memorize every inch .
Slowly, my hand travels higher, tracing the curve of her hip, dipping into the delicate hollow of her waist. I linger there, my thumb caressing the sensitive skin just above the ghost of her discarded sweatpants. She arches into my touch, a low moan rumbling in her throat.
My palm glides over the soft swell of her stomach, the gentle curve of her ribs. Her skin burns beneath my touch, flushed and so beautiful. My fingers brush the underside of her breast and she inhales sharply, her body tensing with anticipation. I have to fight the urge to groan.
I cup her breast, my thumb circling her nipple, teasing it, drawing a moan from her lips that vibrates against my hand. Her head falls back against the edge of the tub, her throat exposed, vulnerable. The sight sends a jolt of pure possessiveness through me.
I lower my head, my lips brushing against her heated skin, inhaling her scent. She’s honey and vanilla and pure omega. So fucking delicious. So fucking intoxicating. My tongue darts out, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone, the pulse fluttering beneath. She shivers, her breath catching in her throat.
My lips find her nipple, and I draw it into my mouth, sucking gently. She arches, a soft cry escaping her lips as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. Fuck. My eyes roll back as I lose myself in the taste of her. So sweet, so fucking perfect. The thought of claiming her, marking her as mine, flashes through my mind, the urge so strong it makes my cock throb hard .
She whimpers, her hips rocking restlessly in the water, the movement a silent invitation I can’t ignore. I want to taste her everywhere even as my lips remain latched onto her nipple. I want to feel her wrapped around me, her legs locked around my waist as my cock slides?—
She pulls me closer, her nails digging into my scalp. “Finn…” she gasps, her voice thick. “More…”
The word is a command, a plea, and I obey without hesitation, my tongue leaving her nipple, my teeth nipping gently at the hardened peak. She cries out, her body writhing beneath my touch, her scent growing stronger, sweeter, more intoxicating with each passing moment.
My hand moves to her other breast, lavishing it with attention. My fingers knead the soft flesh, my thumb teasing her nipple to a hard, aching peak. She whimpers, fingers tightening in my hair, my name on her lips.
I can’t help but trail my fingers down her side, over the curve of her hip, back to the inside of her thigh. I linger there, savoring the feel of her slick heat against the coolness of the water. Hailey must sense how close I am. Must feel it, too. She trembles, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she opens her eyes and our gazes lock.
I swallow hard, gaze still locked with hers as my hand hovers just above her pubic bone. The dark curls are a silent invitation I can no longer resist.
“Hailey…” I croak. I don’t move my gaze from hers, searching for any sign of hesitation, any hint that she wants me to stop. But there’s only heat in her eyes, a raw need that mirrors my own.
My fingers trace the delicate curve of her hip, then dip lower, exploring the soft skin of her inner thigh. She moans, her body trembling beneath my touch. I stroke her gently, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive skin just above her heat.
“I’m going to touch you,” I murmur. I watch her closely, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Her hand finds mine, her fingers twining with my own, pulling my hand closer. “Please,” she whispers, voice ragged. “Touch me, Finn.”
My fingers brush against her slick folds, and she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand. “Are you ready?” But my control is hanging by a thread. The need to taste her, to feel her wrapped around me, is almost overwhelming .
She nods, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parting in a silent invitation. “Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
Only then do my fingers glide over her folds. So slick and hot. And the way she gasps—the way her whole body jolts at the contact—makes my cock throb painfully. For a moment, she tenses beneath me, her breath catching, but then she melts, her thighs parting wider like an invitation I can’t refuse.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur. I almost don’t recognize my voice. So low, almost reverent. As my thumb brushes her clit, and I feel the delicate nub pulse under my touch, hardening as I circle it slowly. Hailey’s hips jerk, a helpless, desperate motion, and when her soft cry slips from her lips, I nearly lose it. Pre-cum drips from my cock, and I bite back a groan.
“Fuck, Hailey,” I whisper, sliding a finger into her, her heat gripping me so tightly it’s like her body doesn’t want to let me go. She arches sharply, a breathless moan spilling out as her nails dig into my arm. I stroke her slowly, deliberately, savoring the way she trembles with every movement.
“That’s it,” I breathe, sliding a second finger inside her, stretching her just enough. “You take me so well. So perfect, sunshine.” Her whimper sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, and I press my forehead to hers, watching her face as her pleasure builds.
Her hips rock against my hand, greedy for more, and I reward her with the curl of my fingers, stroking her deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. “You’re so tight,” I whisper, my lips brushing her cheek, my voice edged with awe. “So wet for me. Do you feel how good you’re doing? How perfect you are?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hands clutching at me, her body trembling. “Oh, God, Finn—yes.”
“Good girl,” I say again, my lips curving against her skin. “Look at you, letting me take care of you like this.” My thumb presses against her clit, circling it in slow, deliberate strokes as my fingers pump into her slick heat. I can’t stop watching her—her parted lips, her flushed cheeks, the way her head tilts back as her body chases the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I whisper, trying my damnedest to stop from groaning. My voice is already rough with need. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good,” she moans, her hips bucking up, her voice breaking on the words. “You’re—oh God—you’re amazing.”
“Yeah?” I press my lips to her temple, my thumb rubbing her clit a little firmer, my fingers curling again. “You like that? You like how I touch you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her body arching as I stroke her over and over, building her higher. “I need you—please, Finn, don’t stop.”
Oh—my fingers pump slowly into her slick heat—if she only knew how easy it is to follow that command.
“Never,” I promise, my voice a low growl. “I’ll never stop touching you, sweetheart. Not until you fall apart for me. Not until you scream my name.” Her moans grow louder, her thighs trembling as her hips roll desperately against my hand, and I feel a surge of pride—of possession—at how responsive she is.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, my gaze locked on her glistening folds, the way they clench around my fingers. “So perfect, Hailey. You’re everything.” She whimpers at the praise, her body writhing, and I know she’s close.
Her moans grow louder, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure. I watch her, fascinated, my own arousal spiraling. She’s so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
“Finn…” she moans, her body writhing beneath my touch. Her scent intensifies, thick and sweet, filling the air. “It’s…it’s not enough.”
I lift my head, my gaze meeting hers. Her eyes have gone so dark, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen and red. “I know, sweetheart.” My voice is so husky I wonder if she even understands the words I’ve said. But I know exactly what she needs. “I have something that might help. ”
Reluctantly, I lift my hand from her heat. Her eyes fly open, dark with confusion and a flicker of…disappointment? I give her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right back.”
I stand, my legs a little unsteady from the intense arousal coursing through me, and cross to the small cupboard tucked in the corner of the room. I rummage through it, my fingers fumbling with the various items within it, until I find what I’m looking for—a soft velvet bag. I open it, pulling out the smallest dildo I own, one with a tiny knot at the base. It’s never been used. Until now.
I return to her side, holding it up for her to see. Her eyes widen slightly, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in her gaze.
I bring the dildo to my lips, licking a stripe along its length. Fuck. My cock pulses so hard I almost fall to my knees. I want to be that dildo. The thought sends a jolt of pure lust through me, my blood rushing south.
Pushing the thoughts back, I reach down and run the dildo over her sensitive flesh, circling her clit, teasing her entrance. She moans, her hips bucking against my hand, but there’s a subtle tension in her body, a hint of distress that I hadn’t noticed before.
I slide the tip inside her, slowly, carefully. She gasps, her body tensing, and I pause, watching her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her brow furrowed. She moans again, but the sound is strained, almost pained.
I realize almost immediately. What am I thinking? It’s not just because this is her first time. The dildo is too detached, too cold, too…inanimate. After years in that prison called the Academy, she needs a real person. A real body. Real heat. Fuck .
I pull the dildo out, my own frustration mirroring hers. I toss it onto the side of the tub, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.
“Hailey…” My voice cracks, her name catching in my throat. I reach out, cupping her face in my hands. Her skin is burning hot, and she keeps her eyes still closed. “This… this isn’t working, is it? ”
She shakes her head, a tear escaping from beneath her closed eyelids.
“Would you…would you accept me instead?” The words tumble out, raw and vulnerable. “Would you let me be what you need?”
Her tear tracks mingle with the water cascading down her cheeks. She opens her eyes, her gaze locking with mine. Confusion, desire, and a flicker of hope war within their depths. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t answer my question, but her silence is more telling than any words could be.
My pulse picks up, heart slamming against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoes the desperate pounding between my legs. I reach for her, my hand trembling as I trace the curve of her jaw, the delicate line of her throat. Her skin is scorching beneath my fingertips, her scent a heady mix of arousal and something deeper, something that pulls at me, makes me ache to be closer.
I lower my head, my lips brushing against hers. They’re soft, swollen, and taste faintly of salt from her tears. She whimpers, her hand coming up to clutch at my arm, her fingers digging into my skin.
“Hailey,” I murmur against her lips. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
She closes her eyes, her head falling back against the edge of the tub. “You,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I want… I need… you.”
The word is a gasp, a plea, a surrender. And it’s all the permission I need.
I kiss her then, deeply, possessively, exactly the way I’ve been wanting to. Pouring all my pent-up desire into the touch. My tongue slides into her mouth, tangling with hers, tasting the sweetness that’s her, and she moans, her body arching into mine, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
I pull back slightly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Are you sure?” I whisper. “This…this changes things. ”
Her eyes flutter open, her gaze locking with mine. There’s a fire in them now, a fierce determination that makes my heart soar. “I’m sure,” she says, her voice stronger now, more confident. “I’m yours, Finn. All yours.”
My control shatters.
I slip my arms beneath her, cradling her against my chest as I lift her from the cool water. Hailey gasps, clinging to my shoulders, her slick body pressing against mine. Her nipples are tight peaks, dragging against the damp fabric of my shirt, and fuck, that nearly undoes me.
“You’re burning up,” I murmur against her temple, my lips ghosting over her skin. “Let’s get you into the nest.”
Her shivering fingers clutch at the back of my neck, her body pliant in my arms. The scent of her need is thick, dizzying, like liquid gold dripping into my bloodstream. My throat is dry, my body aching with the heat rolling off her in waves.
As I carry her through the doorway, my gut tightens. The door to the nest room is closed.
Not just closed—shut firmly. Locked.
Stone.
He’s still struggling. Still trying to do the right thing by Hailey, even if his body is screaming for her.
Hailey stirs in my arms, her body shifting, soft thighs rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the unbearable ache. I know that feeling. My cock throbs in empathy.
“Finn…” Her voice is breathless, needy. “Please.”
I exhale slowly, adjusting my grip on her. “It’s alright, sunshine.”
I set her down gently in the nest, watching as she sprawls across my blankets, her flushed skin glowing in the low light.
She’s stunning. Absolute perfection.
I kneel above her, my hands braced on either side of her form, caging her in. My breath is unsteady, my vision tunneling as I drink her in—the way her chest rises and falls with anticipation, the way her thighs quiver at the nearness of my weight.
“I need…” she whispers. Me. She needs me. It’s enough to make me throb.
I cup her jaw, my thumb brushing against her lower lip. “You have me,” I promise. Leaning in, I press a reverent kiss to her mouth. “You’ve always had me.”
She whimpers into the kiss, her body arching, legs parting for me. My hands roam lower, tracing the slope of her waist, her ribs, down to the soft flesh of her thighs. Her breath hitches as I spread her beneath me, my fingers pressing into the heat between her legs.
“So wet for me,” I murmur, my forehead resting against hers as I stroke through her slick folds. “So perfect.”
She moans, her nails sinking into my arms.
Outside, Stone lets out a low, agonized groan.
But we’re beyond stopping now.
My lips close on hers, demanding, but she gives me it all. Doesn’t close up on me. Opens herself. My lips trail down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Finally, breath heaving, I sit back on my heels, my hands going to the hem of my shirt. In one fluid motion, I pull it off, baring my chest to her hungry gaze. Her eyes rove over me, taking in every inch of skin, every scar.
My scars…
I never did think about how they might look to her. I don’t want to scare her, especially not now. I don’t want to make her feel sorry?—
When her tongue darts out to wet her lips, my thoughts shatter. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I stand, my hands going to my sweatpants. I push them down, my cock springing free, hard and aching. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, but there’s no fear in her gaze. Only heat. Only need.
I climb back onto the bed, settling between her thighs. Her legs part wider for me, her hips tilting up in invitation. I lean down, my lips pressing against her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs. She’s trembling, her skin hot and damp with sweat, but the scent of her arousal is even stronger now. Thick and sweet. I’m desperate to taste her.
I lower my head, my breath ghosting over her inner thigh, and I hear her sharp intake of breath. My tongue darts out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along her soft skin. She gasps, her body jerking as if my touch is electric. I let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling against her sensitive flesh.
“Easy, sweetheart,” I murmur, my lips brushing her thigh. I press a kiss there, soft and reverent. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”
And then I’m there, exactly where I’ve wanted to be, my mouth brushing over her slick folds. I groan at the taste of her, rich and intoxicating, like honey and salt and pure omega need. My tongue slides against her, parting her slowly, savoring every inch of her.
She cries out, her hips bucking up to meet me, desperate for more. I grip her hips firmly, holding her steady, my fingers pressing into her soft skin as I take my time exploring her. “That’s it,” I murmur against her, my voice low and warm. “You taste so fucking good, baby. So perfect.”
Her clit swells beneath my tongue as I circle it, teasing her with light, calculated strokes. She moans, her body writhing, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. Her pleasure spills over me like a drug, and I want more—I want all of her.
I slide a finger inside her, groaning at how tight she is, how her body grips me like she never wants to let me go. “God, you’re perfect,” I whisper, my voice thick with need. “So wet for me. So ready. You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
Her moans grow louder, her breath coming in frantic, broken gasps, and I can feel her body responding to me, her walls fluttering around my finger. I add another, stretching her carefully, filling her as I keep my tongue working her clit. Her hands fist the sheets, and her head thrashes from side to side, her body a trembling, desperate mess beneath me.
“Finn,” she gasps, my name tumbling from her lips like a prayer, breathless and pleading. “Please… I can’t… I need…”
Her voice breaks on the words, and my chest aches with how much I want to give her everything. I press my free hand gently to her stomach, grounding her as I curl my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her cry out. “I know, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing her folds between strokes of my tongue. “I know exactly what you need. Let me give it to you. Let me make you feel good.”
Her thighs clamp around my head as my tongue drags firmly over her clit, my fingers pumping into her with slow, deliberate strokes, curling just right. She’s so close—her body tenses, her breath catches, and then she shatters.
She screams my name, her back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes over her. Her body convulses, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers, holding me like she never wants to let me go. I don’t stop—I ride the waves with her, my tongue gentling over her clit, my fingers slowing to coax every last tremor from her.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice soft, full of awe. “Look at you. So beautiful when you come for me.”
Her body finally relaxes, her thighs trembling on either side of me, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. She’s a mess—hair wild, skin flushed, utterly wrecked—and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I press a kiss to her thigh, my fingers still buried inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her release pulse around me.
But I know it won’t be enough.
She’s still trembling, her body still taut with need, and I can feel it—she’s not done. She needs more.
The moment she opens her eyes, I know I’m right. They’re dark and glazed with pleasure but she’s already gripping the blankets beneath her, body trembling as fresh tremors go through her frame .
I need to make her come again.
Only then do I rise up over her, my cock poised at her entrance.
I gaze down at her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with desire and a hint of nervousness. I take her hand, guiding it to my cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. She gasps, eyes flicking down to where her hand grips me.
“Feel that, sweetheart?” My voice is thick, ragged, trembling with need I can’t hold back. “That’s what you do to me. That’s how much I want you.”
Her fingers tighten around me experimentally, and I groan, my hips jerking against her grip. That small, curious squeeze shatters any shred of control I have left. Her eyes widen at my reaction, a small, teasing smile tugging at her lips. She likes this power—she likes how easily she can unravel me.
“Good,” I murmur, my forehead dipping to touch hers. “I want you to feel it. I want you to know how much control you have over me, Hailey. This is all for you.”
Her smile softens, her lips parting as her breath comes faster, more uneven. I press a kiss to her cheek, her jaw, her lips, taking my time, grounding her in the moment.
“This is your first time,” I murmur, consciously trying to keep my voice gentle but firm. “So we’re going to take it slow, okay? I want you to feel everything. But if it’s too much—if you need me to stop—tell me.”
She nods, her eyes wide and trusting, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. I kiss her again, slow and deep, coaxing her body to relax beneath me. Her thighs part wider, and the invitation is unmistakable. Every part of her is telling me she’s ready.
I guide myself to her entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her slick folds. A low moan escapes her lips, raw and unrestrained, as I drag myself through her heat, coating myself in her slick. Her hips lift on instinct, trying to take me in, and I chuckle softly, the sound strained.
“Easy, sweetheart,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
I press forward slowly, the tip of my cock breaching her entrance, and I nearly lose myself right there. Her heat surrounds me, tight and wet and so fucking perfect that I have to pause, gripping the sheets to keep from sinking deeper.
“Fuck,” I groan, my forehead falling against hers as I fight for control. Her fingers dig into my arms, her breath hitching as she adjusts to me. She’s trembling beneath me, her body taut and strung tight, and I hold still, giving her time to adapt to the stretch.
“You feel…” I trail off. “God, Hailey. You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.”
A quiet whimper escapes her lips, her hips shifting restlessly as if she’s trying to take more of me. I slide in a little deeper, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her body molds around me, clenching, pulling me in, and I can feel her trembling with every inch I give her.
“That’s it,” I coax, my voice rough with restraint. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Take me. Take all of me.”
Her head tilts back, a soft moan spilling from her lips as I stretch her, fill her. It’s everything I’ve never known I wanted. She’s perfect—so fucking perfect—and I’m completely undone.
“Hailey,” I whisper hoarsely, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes flutter open, dazed and full of trust, and my chest tightens at the sight. I hold her gaze, my hand cradling her face. “This might hurt a little,” I warn, my voice gentle. “But I promise, it’ll feel so good after. Trust me?”
She nods, her body softening beneath me, surrendering completely. I lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss, pouring every ounce of care and reverence I have into it. And then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, I bury myself inside her, claiming her completely .
She cries out, her nails digging into my skin as her body tenses, gripping me like a vice. I still, barely holding on to my control, my cock pulsing inside her as I let her adjust. “Shh,” I whisper, brushing gentle kisses over her temple, her cheek. “You did so well, sweetheart. So fucking well. You feel incredible.”
Her breath shudders, her body slowly relaxing around me, and I can feel the tension easing from her limbs. Her walls flutter around me, soft and inviting, and I clench my jaw to keep from losing it.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “God, you’re amazing, Hailey. So perfect. So beautiful.”
I pull back slightly, the drag of her heat almost unbearable, before sliding back in. Her body takes me deeper, and I start to move, slow and controlled, letting her feel every inch of me. Her moans grow louder, her hips rising to meet mine, her hands clutching at my shoulders as if she can’t get close enough.
“Finn,” she gasps, her head falling back, her voice breathless and raw. “You feel…Gods, you feel so good.”
I groan, my rhythm quickening as her body moves with mine, so tight and wet and eager that it’s driving me insane. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I pant, my voice strained. “Feel me. Feel how perfect we are together.”
Her moans turn to cries, her body writhing beneath me, and I know she’s close—I can feel it in the way her walls clench around me, in the way her breath catches with every thrust. I lean down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as my hips drive deeper. She cries out, her body arching, her thighs trembling as her orgasm crashes over her.
I don’t stop. I ride the waves with her, my hips moving faster, chasing my own release as she shatters around me. Her walls grip me, pulsing, pulling me deeper, and the pressure builds until it’s unbearable.
“Hailey,” I groan, my voice breaking as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. My cock pulses deep inside her, spilling into her as my body shudders with the force of it .
When it’s over, I collapse on top of her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, her scent surrounding me. My heart pounds against hers, our bodies tangled together, and I know I’ll never want to leave this moment. This is where I belong.
Here, with Hailey. Forever.
Too bad forever is a lie I can’t afford to believe in.