Chapter 41

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

CATLIN

With Finn following behind us on his bike, Owen and Rory bring me and Fiona back to her house. We offered to watch over her for the night so Declan could stay at the hospital with Quinn. I expected it to be a very late night of her excitedly babbling about her new siblings, but the second her little head hits the pillow, she’s out cold.

Making my way downstairs, I find Finn sitting on the patio. He’s enjoying a glass of whiskey beside the firepit. A broad smile spreads across his face when he sees me through the glass as I cross the room to join him.

It’s unseasonably chillier than expected, and goosebumps prickle over my arms when I step onto the patio. When I take a seat on his lap, Finn pulls me into him and kisses me, his lips tasting of woodsy spice. I nuzzle against his chest and enjoy the warmth coming from him and the fire as he holds me under the stars.

“She wasn’t wrong.” Finn presses his lips to my forehead. “I am going to make you my wife.”

“Finn…” My voice cracks as his name falls from my lips.

“I’ll give you a big, elaborate proposal if you want one, but I’ve promised my life—and every lifetime after—to you more times than I could count. And I mean it more with every breath I spend with you. An eternity wouldn’t be long enough with you, piscín .”

Shifting my weight and sitting up on his lap, Finn’s eyes follow my fingers as I slowly undo the buttons of my shirt. “I want to be your wife, and I want you to claim me as yours before God. But I don’t need those things to know how you feel about me.”

My shirt is open, a slit of skin poking between the two pieces of fabric draped over my breasts as I grab Finn’s shirt at his shoulders and pull it over his head. Haphazardly, I toss it to the patio and place my hand over the black cat tattooed over his heart. “I know that you’re mine, Finnigan.”

Slipping my shirt from my shoulders, his eyes fall to the fresh ink on my collarbone as I whisper, “And I am yours forever.”

Finn pulls my shirt down my arms before pressing his lips to the tender skin. He tosses it beside his on the pavers at his feet and undoes the clasp of my bra, quickly ridding me of it and freeing my breasts. The chilly air nips at my skin and my nipples grow hard as Finn’s lips trail up my neck. Kissing and nipping at my skin, Finn gravelly whispers, “I’ve already claimed you as mine on God’s altar, but I’ll happily do it again under his heaven.”

Lifting me from his lap, Finn licks and sucks at my tight nipples as he removes my shorts and panties. He pulls me back onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. His large hands roughly palm my butt as he grinds me over the growing length pressing into me in his pants. Gripping his shoulders, I swirl my hips, trying to work myself to the edge.

“Do you need my cock?” he taunts, raking his fingertips down my back.

My chest heaving and unable to get myself there, I nod. “Please.”

“Tell me,” he demands, firmly gripping my hips and roughly grinding me over his bulging zipper. His words grow breathy and needy. “Tell me you need my cock. That you want me in your tight little pussy. Tell me how you want to be ruined as I come inside you.”

“Please, Finn,” I beg again.

“Tell me, piscín .”

Unable to take the ache between my thighs, I groan, “I need you… I need you inside me.”

As he lifts us both from the chair, my legs wrap around Finn’s waist, and he carries me across the patio. Finn presses me against the house, and I squeal as the bare skin of my back presses against the cold sheet of glass. He sloppily claims my mouth, fumbling beneath me to undo his pants. He slips part of his tip inside me, and I moan with need when he stills. Firmly holding my thighs, he prevents me from taking more of him.

“You want to be claimed before God?” He roughly pulls me over his length until he bottoms out inside of me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard he’ll hear you screaming his name as you come.”

My back is pinned to the glass as Finn aggressively slams the entirety of himself into me with every blissfully painful drive. My chest heaves against him, and I pant through his vigorous thrusts. Hovering on the edge, my nails dig into his shoulders.

“Come. For. Me,” Finn grunts between thrusts. Burying himself deep, he grinds his hips against my entrance. “Which god will you be screaming for when you come?”

Unable to answer through my labored breaths, my hips grind against him with his length buried inside me.

“Him?” Finn pulls out and slams into me again. “Or me?”

“Finn!” I breathlessly scream as the orgasm building at my center fires through every nerve in my body, completely shattering me.

“Good girl,” Finn groans against my neck as he picks up his pace. Every inch of my body is on fire as he continues to drive into me, not letting me come down from my orgasm before demanding another from me. “Tell him again, piscín. Scream into his heavens and let him know who your god really is.”

My back arches from the glass, and I claw at Finn and scream his name as I come again. I writhe over him as I clench around him, wanting more and needing him to stop in equal measure.

Finn squeezes my thighs bruisingly hard, driving into me with such force that my toes curl. He thrusts again, spilling himself into me as he roars, “Fuck! Cat!”