28. Erin

Chapter twenty-eight

Erin

Finn holds my hand while he drives us to Destiny’s. It’s adorable and not something I ever thought I would be doing. Holding hands? Erin Bradley? Insert insane mocking laughter here. Even in my relationship with Dezzi, we never held hands. We just fucked.

But this here, with this group of guys, it’s changing me. I appreciate these small gestures. It means almost as much to me that he’s holding my hand now as it does when he’s buried deep inside me.

“Finn?”

“Mm?”

“Pull over.”

Finn does as I request immediately and without argument. That part is new, too. When I was in Chesterfield, every alpha and beta around challenged me, argued with me. I had to justify everything I said and back it up. It’s like being a female alpha made them want to challenge me, to prove me wrong, to just fight with me. It was exhausting.

The difference is this town isn’t threatened by me. They see what I am and just accept me as an alpha. Not as one of the guys, but as one of the alphas.

The car stops. We’re on a dirt shoulder of the road, in the middle of nowhere, trees shooting high into the sky, but it’s the scent of lemons that tempts me, that makes my mouth water.

“Beta,” I purr.

Finn watches me, those pure crystalline blue eyes so intent on me, making me feel like he sees only me.

“Alpha,” he says softly. “What do you want?”

“I want you.”

His eyes flash but other than that, he doesn’t move.

“Why?”

I make an irritated sound deep in my throat.

“No, I mean, why here?”

I take off my seatbelt and push open the car door, slipping out of the vehicle before I turn back to him. “Because I can’t wait a minute longer. Because I can.”

I walk towards the forest, hoping he’s following me.

He’s silent. That’s the problem. I don’t know he’s there until he slams into me, shoving me deeper into the woods and out of sight of the road.

“Shy?” I tease as his hands slide up and squeeze my breasts.

“I don’t want to share you,” Finn growls. “Not right now.”

My pussy clenches as he shoves me deeper. The cool of the shadows contrasts with the molten heat building inside me.

Insects buzz, the trees shift in the wind, the forest has its own symphony of sounds. This is Finn’s world.

His hand grips the back of my neck, tightens then loosens, and when he lets go, the straps holding my dress up give as well. The fabric drops, pooling around my ankles, leaving me in a magenta lace bra and a matching thong.

Finn hisses and walks around me.

There is a predatory feeling to his nature here that I haven’t felt before. This confidence is from the capable beta I met when I arrived. I know he’s been shook, and his foundations have rattled.

He needs this as much as I do.

I lift my arms and undo the clasp of my bra, releasing my breasts. The material falls to the ground, forgotten because I’m not missing a single second of watching the way he’s looking at me.

I’m not self-conscious about my weight. I love every curve I have, and I know men want me. But it’s always a high, a massive turn on, to have a man staring at me like he’d happily drop to his knees and devour me and never come up for air.

My nipples harden in the cold air, and I rub my thighs together.

“Are you just going to look?” I ask.

Finn circles me, and I peer over my shoulder, watching him as he takes in every part of me.

There’s nowhere to hide. Not that I’d want to.

He circles me again and then stops right behind me. “Don’t move. Face forward.”

All right, I’ll play. I shrug and keep my eyes on the trees in front of me. I shiver slightly and strain my ears, but I can’t hear anything.

A finger slides up my spine, and I shiver harder, gasping slightly.

“Close your eyes.”

I obey instantly.

He leans forward until I can feel his hot breath on my left shoulder. My heart jumps in my chest, and I bite my lip to suppress a moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” Finn murmurs and kisses me there.

My skin tingles, even when he draws away. He slides his fingertips down my right shoulder and down my side, sliding over my soft stomach before he places a hand on my lower stomach and presses.

I step back into the hot hardness of his body. He’s naked, and all those delicious muscles are exposed. I’m so excited, every part of me is attuned to him.

I’m breathing hard. Despite everything we’ve done prior, this is one of the most erotic moments of my life. I’ve drenched my thong. I can barely hold my head up. I’m so languidly aroused.

His fingers drift up, tracing swirls in my skin. I’ve broken out into goosebumps, and I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon, but still, he circles up and up and until one finger brushes the curve of my breast. I let out a soft whimper.

He kisses my shoulder again and continues his spirals until he brushes the achingly hard tip of my nipple.

It’s the softest touch, yet it goes straight to my core, my cunt clenching, arousal seeping out of me. This is ridiculous how well this man is working my body right now.

“Tell me your darkest fantasy,” Finn murmurs, and I’ll reward you.”

Reward me? Oh, yes, please.

I shift my hips and hiss when he bites me.

“Don’t move.”

I hum and lift my head to the breeze. “Um, I have lots of fantasies I want to try, but I think the biggest, sexiest one is getting bred.”

Finn moans against my shoulder, and suddenly, both of his hands have my tits, and he’s squeezing, moulding them, until he lets go and tugs at my nipples.

“Do you want a baby, Alpha?”

“I don’t know. It’s not the point of the fantasy, though. I just want the game. Two separate issues. I don’t know.”

Finn makes a sound of assent against my skin. “I see. Maybe we can do that one day?”

“Maybe,” I whisper back, gasping as he digs his nails in slightly.

I lean my head back on his shoulder and moan, arching my back and pushing myself into his hands.

“It would be fun, pinning you down and fucking you over and over and over…” with each word, he tugs at my nipples and twists before letting go.

I let out a moan. “Finn, please.”

“Getting you pregnant, seeing you filled up with my child,” Finn whispers and bites the shell of my ear.

He twists my nipples, and then his hands slide down to my hips. He grabs my flesh and squeezes, pulling me back against him.

“So fucking hot. Watching our alphas fill you until you can’t take anymore,” Finn growls.

I whimper, my hips shifting restlessly. His hand drifts down and towards the junction of my legs. I shudder as he reaches for the fabric and tugs.

The string pulls between my legs, the delicious friction making me sob.

He lets go and then grabs it and tugs again, harder this time. I go up on my toes, but one of his arms anchors me to him.

“I really need these off,” Finn growls in my ear.

I moan and nod. “Off.”

He laughs and yanks it off my body. The pain is there and gone, blasting through my mind before it fades, leaving me deliciously uncovered. His hand slides down, cupping me.

“You’re so wet, Erin,” Finn murmurs as she slides his fingers over and then into me.

Everywhere he touches, I feel alive, I feel so much.

“Down,” Finn growls. “On your back. If I’m going to fuck you in the forest, I want to fuck you on your back so I can look into your eyes and see everything you feel the moment you feel it.”

I gasp, my lungs seizing as I lay down on the ground. Finn doesn’t stand above me. He kneels with me, nudging my legs apart and putting his weight on his hands as he stares down at me.

“You are exquisite.”

“Finn, you’re perfection.”

He beams, those blue eyes sparkling. “Don’t look away from me, no matter what.”

Finn lowers himself to me, reaching between us to line himself up. The tip of his cock presses into me. I hold my breath, but he doesn’t look away, and neither do I.

He presses himself into me, and I moan at the stretch, the delicious feeling as he sinks into me until he’s fully seated, his pelvis pressed against mine.

“Ah, Erin, you truly are perfection, yourself,” Finn rasps, and his voice is so deep, so ragged, that I can’t help but reach up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to me for another dizzying kiss.

He moves slowly, over and over, moving in me. I match his rhythm as the coiling tension inside me boils.

So this is what it is to be truly seen?

To be known.

I feel like I’ve known Finn for all of my life. Like I’ve just been searching for him, waiting for him to appear.

In this moment, with him so deeply connected to me, it seems unfathomable that we wouldn’t find each other. This was meant to be.

I moan and lift my head so I can kiss him again.

The passion spreads from us, burning outwards in a spiral. Our movements quicken without a word being said. My pants mix with his gasps. I’m surprised we haven’t set the forest on fire.

I’m so mixed up in him. When I get close, I dig my nails into his back, holding him tight as my body clenches, and he responds, thrusting into me harder, and when I cry out, his cry mixes with mine and the symphony of this forest.

He’s still staring at me as our heartbeats slow back to normal.

“Where have you been?” Finn whispers.

I reach out and cup his cheek. “I was lost. But I’m here now. I’m here.”

He closes his eyes, breaking the connection, and a single tear slides down his cheek.

“I’m here.”