Chapter 19 Gabe
Gabe
Tonight was a success.
Melody has gone to bed, and Finn is taking a shower, but I’m restless. My mind is replaying moments from tonight on an endless loop. Melody’s laugh as she attempted to skate with Finn. Seeing them together and imagining her with us is driving my alpha instincts crazy in ways I can barely control.
I take a sip of bourbon, letting the warmth slide down my throat as Finn comes to meet me in the living room, hair damp from his shower, wearing only pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips, and I can’t help but stare at the line of his abdomen as he stretches.
For a guy who spends his days reading, Finn has a surprisingly sculpted torso.
Not gym-rat abs—he’d never be caught dead in one of those—but a wiry, swimmer’s build you wouldn’t expect from someone who lists “sedentary activities” as a hobby.
His skin has gone a shade paler in the winter, dotted here and there with faint freckles I know by heart.
Even after three years together, the sight of him still does things to me. He’s beautiful in a way that’s different from alphas or omegas, no overwhelming scent to cloud judgment, just the pure, honest attraction that comes from loving someone.
“You’re brooding,” he says, padding up to me. “I can hear the gears grinding from here.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Same thing.” He stops in front of me, takes the glass from my hand, and sets it on the side table. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Inflation. Make it a dollar.”
He straddles my lap in one fluid movement, knees pressing into the couch on either side of my thighs.
“How about I pay in other ways?”
His lips find mine, and I let myself get lost in the kiss. He tastes like mint toothpaste, and his delicate scent of books and nutmeg is just the right blend.
Perfection.
“Better than thinking,” I agree.
“Much better.” His hands slide under my shirt, cool against my warm skin. “You were incredible today. All lumberjack-y, then all sweet and attentive.” His fingers trace the muscles of my abdomen. “Very sexy.”
“Yeah?” I pull him closer, my hands dropping to his ass.
“Yeah. The way you skated with Melody…” He rocks his hips against mine. “The look on your face when you almost kissed her…”
“Finn, I—”
He places a finger over my lips. “Don’t you dare apologize.” His eyes are serious for a moment. “We talked about this extensively. I meant what I said.”
My hands tighten on his hips. “You’re sure?”
“One million percent.” He grinds against me again, more deliberately this time. “I found it incredibly hot. The way you looked at her. The way she looked at you.”
The look in Melody’s blue eyes as we almost kissed flashes through my mind, and I groan.
“That’s it,” Finn murmurs against my neck.
His mouth trails down my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear that he knows drives me wild. My hips buck involuntarily.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, sliding off my lap onto his knees between my legs.
I watch as he works my belt open, those clever fingers making quick work of the button and zipper.
“Lift,” he commands, and I raise my hips so he can tug my jeans and boxer briefs down.
The cool air hits my overheated skin, but then Finn’s warm breath replaces it, ghosting over me.
“Fuck, look at you,” he says, his voice pitched low. “Already so hard for me.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, not pushing, just needing the connection. His mouth hovers, teasing, waiting until I’m practically vibrating with anticipation.
“Finn,” I growl, my alpha bark slipping in despite my attempts to control it.
He grins up at me. “Yes, alpha?”
The way he says it is playful and reverent all at once. I tighten my grip on his hair, just enough to let him feel it.
“Stop teasing.”
His lips part, and finally, fucking finally, he takes me into his mouth. The wet heat is almost too much after today’s buildup, and I have to focus on not thrusting up too hard.
“Jesus fuck, that mouth,” I groan as he takes me deeper. “So fucking perfect.”
He hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His hands grip my thighs, strong and steady as he finds his rhythm. I let my head fall back against the couch, lost in sensation.
That’s when I smell her.
Vanilla and cloves. Her perfume is so strong and enticing it almost overwhelms my senses.
My eyes snap open.
Melody stands frozen at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes wide as saucers. She’s wearing sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt, her hair loose around her shoulders. She must have come down for a drink or snack, not expecting… this.
Our eyes lock across the room, and her scent spikes as Finn continues to devour my cock.
Then I feel Finn falter. He can smell her, too; her scent has become all-consuming.
Finn continues to suck me with renewed enthusiasm, taking me even deeper than before.
I keep my gaze locked with Melody’s. She hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken. But her scent. Fuck, that scent is growing stronger and sweeter, the vanilla taking on a honeyed quality that makes my mouth water.
“You like this, baby?” I say to Finn, but my eyes never leave Melody’s. “You like taking my cock so deep? Showing off what a good beta you are?”
Finn moans around me, the sound vibrating through my entire body. His hands tighten as he works me, putting on the filthiest show possible.
“That’s it,” I growl, my voice rough. “Take it all.”
Melody’s cheeks flush pink, but she doesn’t look away. Her lips part slightly, and I see the tip of her tongue dart out to wet them. Her fingers grip the banister like it’s the only thing keeping her upright.
My alpha scent intensifies, and I see Melody’s knees buckle slightly as she grabs the banister tighter.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt. “So good for me. So fucking perfect.”
My hands fist in Finn’s hair, guiding him now rather than letting him set the pace. He surrenders to it beautifully, relaxing his throat to take me deeper.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I tell him, my voice strained.
He redoubles his efforts, one hand working what his mouth can’t reach, the other pressing firmly against my thigh.
I force my eyes to stay open, to keep watching Melody as pleasure builds. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with shallow breaths. One of her hands has moved from the banister to press against her waistband, not quite dipping lower but hovering there like she’s fighting the urge.
The thought of her touching herself while watching us is what does it.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I roar, the words barely recognizable.
Finn stays with me, taking everything I give him. My vision whites out at the edges, but I don’t break eye contact with Melody. I want her to see this, to know what it would be like. To imagine herself in Finn’s place, or beside him, or between us both.
As the last pulses of pleasure fade, she turns and flees, practically sprinting back up the stairs. Her footsteps recede, followed by the soft click of a door closing.
Finn settles back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well, if she didn’t suspect a scent match before, she definitely knows now.”
I pull him closer, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I love you.”