13. Erin

Chapter thirteen

Erin

I catch Locke by the wrist and pull him into the bathroom of Finn’s main house. The thud of the music fades when I close the door. The bathroom is easily half the size of my condo and is much cleaner. I wonder if he hires someone.

No, focus. I turn to Locke and snarl at him, the frustration and confusion pressing at me with almost the same strength as that intense sexual tension.

This is the first time I've had a chance to get him alone.

“You lied to me.”

He glares at me, cold and resentful. “I lied to everyone.”

“If I’d have fucked you, it would have been hard to miss with you spilling your slick all over everything. Particularly hard to hide when it gushes out of me like I’ve suddenly done a designation switch.”

Locke leans in closer, an arrogant smile playing across his lips. “Do you think you could have held out?”

I tilt my head to the side and match his smile with one of my own. “You’ll never know now. Almost seems a shame.”

“You’re my scent match. You wouldn’t have been able to hold out.”

I lean in close and press my lips to his still naked chest. “Keep telling yourself that.”

I let him go, turn, and with a sexy snap of my hips, I prowl out of the men’s room and straight into Shane’s giant frame.

His hands grab me, holding me in place. It’s not often I feel small, vulnerable, and petite, but he and Bray make me feel very much all of those things. It’s cute, but I feel a need to stomp my dominance down, making sure they know I won’t be taking man orders.

“Hands off, sexy.”

Shane splutters and lifts his hands off me straight away.

“Good job.” I step around him, but instead of going into the bathroom like I expect, he follows me outside.

I inhale the cold air, it’s clean. I noticed it earlier, but now I appreciate it. The lack of roaring traffic, horns, and sirens is still a little unnerving, but the insects are unusually loud, and why is it so dark out here?

Shane stops beside me.

“I’m not going to help you if you want an excuse to get out of this heat. I think you should join us. Also, just for the record, I think we’re going to need you there.”

“You don’t know me!” Shane huffs.

I glance at him. “Nope. I don’t. Not really, but I trust my instincts, and they tell me that you’re a good person.”

He tilts his head back, and his shoulders slump. “I’m going home.”

“Do you need an armed escort?”

He glances back at me and shakes his head, ignoring my sarcasm.

For a second, I don’t move, but then I spring towards him, catch up, and walk beside him.

“What are you doing?”

“Walking you home. I’d hate for someone to take advantage of you,” I say with complete seriousness.

I have no idea how I keep a straight face, but I manage it. He keeps moving away, but I make sure I’m standing as close to him as I can, our arms brushing.

“So, who is Shane?”

“What?”

The deep growl raises goosebumps.

“Who are you, Shane?”

He’s silent. I increase my stride as he starts to pull away, but then he turns, his hands landing on my hips.

“Ooh, this is cozy.”

He growls. I look up at the flash of light in his eyes. “Spiderweb.”

I pat his chest lightly. “That is the most sexy pickup line I’ve ever heard.” I can see his frustration a moment before I laugh. “Thanks for the assist. Lead me to the cabin.”

He turns away, but I put my hand in his and cling to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Shane, I’m trying to show you that I’m interested in you. I would like to get naked with you. But, and this shames me right down to my bones, I’m also protecting myself from all future spiders because I’m not a fan.”

Shane opens and closes his mouth, but in the end, he turns away, leading me up the trail. We pass my cabin and then get to his. Before he can send me away, I wrap my arms around him and smile.

“Can I please have a drink?”

“No.”

“Aww, come on, Shane, don’t be mean.”

“Go home-”

“Brayson would get me a drink.”

Shane goes still and quiet, then he leads me into his cabin. I stand in the doorway while he turns on the lights, and…wow.

Every surface is covered in paper. There are books everywhere, there is paper everywhere. I honestly have no idea how he lives here. I’ve opened the wrong door and would vanish into a void, a paper-filled void, with scratchy handwriting.

I inch deeper into the cabin and catch sight of several sketches on a board on the wall. They’ve been pinned up, but the paper is all scrunched up. It’s obvious they are holding a place of value in this chaos. I don’t think Shane drew them. I think Bray drew them. They are very similar in style to the ones in Bray’s shop.

Interesting.

Shane reappears without his jacket and rolls his flannel sleeves up, revealing tanned forearms.

“These are very good.” I point to the sketches.

Shane growls and walks up to me, seizing my hips. “Is that what you want?” he rumbles and pulls my ass back against his hips.

“Well, I said I wanted a drink. I wasn’t lying, but I would never turn down a roll on the…um, paper with you.”

Shane grabs my wrists and drags them up, placing my hands on the wall.

“Stay there,” he barks.

I shudder and stay still as he scoops up the skirt of my dress. Cold air hits my legs, and I peer over my shoulder.

“No foreplay?”

Shane says nothing.

Nothing.

It’s starting to unnerve me.

He just drops to his knees, licks up the back of my thigh, and then sinks his teeth into my ass cheek.

I jolt and groan, the smart words I had lined up vanish in a moment. He licks over the throbbing spot, and then his hot, huge hands slide up my thighs from the back of my knees and grip my asscheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart.

He sinks his teeth into the other one. I yelp and struggle, but he slaps my ass hard enough to make me still in shock.

“Stay still.”

I had no idea this was in him. I’m shocked.

I shuffle my feet, but he pinches my butt until I let out a whine.

Why is this so hot? Why are my nipples so achingly hard? No one has ever dared to do anything like this to me. Shane continues to bite and nibble, squeezing and groping, moving ever closer to the goal.

He nudges my legs, and I spread them wider. His hands return to my ass and roam up, putting pressure on my spine. I tingle and ache everywhere. I just want to scream at him to put him mouth on my-

“Bend.”

I bend, and his hot breath hits my core. I squirm, paper falling from the wall as I curl my fingers.

“So pretty.”

I exhale shakily, trying and failing to stop myself from clenching down there.

He grips the material of my panties and pulls until they fall apart. I moan at the feel of his hot breath.

“This is better,” Shane murmurs.

His tongue flicks out, and I almost jump out of my skin. His hands grip me in a merciless hold, and he drags my hips back to him. And then the hot, searing, molten perfection of his tongue strokes between my lips. The feel of his beard is something I’ve never had before, and it drives me insane. I want to see him go feral and make me come on his face.

I let out a sigh as my eyes roll in my head. My fingers curl into claws on the wall. More paper floats down unheeded.

“You need to know why I can’t do this!” Shane growls into my cunt. The vibration of his words makes me clench again.

“Fine, I’m listening,” I pant.

“Don’t listen, feel.” Shane hisses and stands up. His fingers slide inside of me, and he pulls up until I’m standing on my tiptoes.

I moan as he leans over me. “Feels so good.”

He pulls out and slams them back in, curling them inside me, stroking me in places I haven’t been stroked for a while.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Shane whispers and bites my neck.

I moan and tilt my head, giving him better access.

“I lose control. I’ll hurt him.”

“Hurt me!” I beg, irrational and helplessly pushing my hips back to meet his brutal thrusts.

Shane pauses, but I let out a whine, and he starts up again. He increases his pace and then pulls his fingers out and shoves them in his mouth.

The loud rumble should be terrifying, and yet, it isn’t.

He spins me around and lifts me up, pinning me to the wall as he reaches with one hand to undo his pants. Now I see what he’s talking about. He’s nearly gone. His eyes are almost black, his face is a mask of such intense hunger that I almost don’t recognise him.

Rut! My mind whispers in awe.

He lines us up, and then his blue eyes that have turned to frigid obsidian glass meet mine. He pushes into me, slowly stretching me wide.

When he’s all the way in, he grips my hair and sucks hard on the side of my neck.

“Shane!”

“Alpha!” He corrects in a vicious growl.

“Alpha,” I whine. I need him to move. I need him to fuck me.

He rubs his face all over mine, and I realise that he’s scent marking me, and I struggle to be upset by it.

“Fuck me, make me yours,” I goad him.

He snarls, revealing white teeth. Then he kisses me, and all I can taste is pine. His beard is softer than I expect but so full of the scent of my arousal and desire that it’s like a powerful punch.

He pulls out and slams back in.

“Erin,” Shane hisses. “Erin, you’re mine now.”

I moan as his teeth seize my lower lip, putting pressure and pulling it out so he can suck on it.

“Alpha,” I whisper.

He lets go of my lip, puts his hand on the wall, the other cups my ass, holding me up, and then he really starts fucking me.

He fucks me in a way I’ve never been fucked before. Systematic devastation. His cock is a weapon that he uses to bring me undone. All I can do is cling to his flannel-clad shoulders, my breasts bouncing in my purple dress while he hammers his cock into me.

With each stroke, I get closer and closer to the edge, my body tightening. My pleasure is an unstoppable tidal surge lifting everything in its wake and dragging it along. I yank his beard and drag his lips down to mine.

Our kiss is violent. I taste blood. I don’t care.

I clench my legs around him, attempting to drag myself down on his cock. Not that I can, but I can try. He hisses and grips my ass hard. The pain throws me over the cliff.

I tear my mouth from his, throw my head back, and let out a silent howl. He drags me up and down his dick, prolonging everything I feel. I sob and claw at him.

“Give me everything,” Shane says in a deep, dark voice.

“Yes,” I whisper. There’s no other choice. He won’t let me go until I submit to him.

“Beg me.”

“Alpha, please,” I whisper, and it’s no hardship.

Shane growls and pulls out before thrusting back in. Over and over. I lose track of how long he fucks me for. He doesn’t seem to run out of energy. I know I come on his cock three more times, and with each time I grow a little more unhinged, a little more desperate.

He slams hard into me and then growls. It’s a different type of growl, one that excites me.

Shane speeds up his movements, and I realise he’s going to come. I cling to him, tightening my muscles around him, fucking him in the only way he’s allowing me to fuck him.

He growls and stiffens for a second before jackhammering into me, over and over. With each thrust, his hot seed shoots into me. His growls are sonorous in my ear.

His grip is iron, I feel branded. I feel changed.

Our breath mingles, and blue-eyed Shane returns slowly. He staggers back and carries me to the other room, collapsing on the bed.

I straddle him as he lays down on his back, breathing hard. I cup his cheek and lean down to kiss him.

“Well, now you’re definitely not getting out of the heat. I absolutely refuse to deprive our omega of that experience.”

Shane blinks at me. “I go into ruts every time I try to have sex.”

My eyes widen. “Oh, mountain man, my mountain man. I think you’re going to be a party favourite.”

Shane scowls, but I just grind down on his still hard cock, and he groans, losing his ability to think.

He’s fucked me, but now I’m going to fuck him. I pull off my dress and throw it across the room, arching my back as I start sensuously riding us both into another orgasm.