23. Elisabed

23

Elisabed

Finn’s lips were both intense and soft against mine, and I melted against him as we quickly divested each other of our clothes.

I hadn’t meant to fall into him this way when I’d run into him in the kitchen. I’d been sad, yes, but I’d been planning on going out and finding August to give him a proper piece of my mind. I wasn’t going to just sit around and be a useless omega now that we were here, no matter what he thought.

But then Finn had walked in, and his expression had gotten all soft and gooey when he had looked me in the eye...and all thoughts of going to find August had promptly fallen out of my head. My loneliness had overwhelmed me, and in that moment, all I wanted was to feel closer to him. I wanted to know him, not just as a bedmate, but as a full person. I wanted to share in his thoughts. I needed to feel that closeness when everything I knew was so far away.

And yet, I wasn’t prepared for everything he shared with me. I hadn’t expected him to open up the way he did, to show me the scars that ran deeper than the ones on his face.

Then he had finished and wrapped me in his arms, and my mind had short-circuited with the new connection between us.

His hands smoothed up and down my back, and his teeth nipped at my lower lip as he backed me up against his bed. The blankets were soft against my bare skin, and the scents of all four of us permeated the air, disturbed when we both fell back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heated skin.

“Finn,” I gasped, reaching up for him. My fingers traced along his scar, my stomach flipping at how he smirked at me, and he leaned down to brush the tip of his nose against mine, his entire body hovering over me.

“Yes, Omega?” he teased. The glint of mischief in his eyes made my stomach flip, and I offered him a mock glare as I reached down with one hand, intending to wrap my hand around his hard cock and tease him as much as he was teasing me.

He shifted away before I could touch him, though, and I couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped me.

“Aww, what is it?” Finn grinned wider at me, and I could feel the genuine pleasure that pulsed off him at the playfulness of our interaction. I could feel the tension draining from his body the longer he looked at me, and in the back of my mind, I felt bad that I hadn’t noticed him struggling. He might not think of his feelings that way, but I did, and now that we were alone together, I noticed him acting lighter than he had before.

I would have to make a more concentrated effort to spend time with each of the alphas individually. It was the least I could do as an omega.

“I want to touch you,” I breathed, jutting out my lower lip in a pout.

If I’d thought that pouting would get me my way, I was sorely mistaken. Finn’s eyes widened, and the smile on his face grew, and he leaned down to press our lips together again, still hovering over me in such a way that kept me from touching any part of him that I wanted to.

It was maddening. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. Desperately.

“You want to touch me, and I want something too,” Finn finally murmured against my lips. The brushing of our skin together made my head swim, and I shook my head when he finally pulled away, looking down at me.

Oh. Right.

“What is it that you want?” I managed, my voice already rough with want.

He chuckled as if he could tell how difficult the words were for me. “You want to touch me. And I told you last time we were together ,” his eyes glittered with the tease, “that I was going to edge you until you were begging for me, and only when I was satisfied with your desperation would I fuck you and give you as many orgasms as you could possibly stand.”

The memory made my cheeks flush, and I swallowed hard. My pussy clenched, and I could feel the blankets under my hips growing damp with my slick as I licked my lips and rasped, “What, right now ?”

Finn laughed, the sound bright and happier than anything I’d heard from him. “No time like the present.”

He moved almost faster than I could see, and the next moment, he had me practically folded in half, my knees pressed against the bed on either side of my chest. The position left my pussy spread and exposed to him, and he pinned his forearm against my thighs, holding the backs of my knees firmly as he looked down at me lasciviously.

I squirmed a little, testing his hold, but it was iron. His grin widened as he looked down at me, trailing the tip of one finger down the inside of my thigh, teasing me.

“Finn,” I growled, squirming again.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly at me, winking. “Ah, little omega. You can be patient for me, can’t you?”

He didn’t wait for my response. Instead, he stroked his fingers down my dripping folds, teasing me for just a moment before he pushed two fingers inside me and curled them up against my G-spot, nailing me with pleasure so suddenly that I let out a whimper and my head fell back against the bed.

“There you go,” he cooed. He continued to finger me, teasing up against my G-spot just enough to make my eyes roll back into my head. He didn’t go slow, and he didn’t waste time. His fingers quickly worked me up to an edge, and I moaned as he pushed me closer with each thrust.

“Good girl,” he murmured. My entire body twisted as he pulled away, and I growled at him, thrashing under his grip. He held me steadfast, though, and waited until I came down before his eyes gleamed at me, and he pushed his fingers deep once more. “Again.”

“Fuck...” I groaned, my mind already hazing over with pleasure. Already, I’d forgotten exactly what it was that I wanted, the thing that had led to this edging session in the first place. All I knew was that I wanted to come, and Finn was the bastard keeping me from the orgasm only he could give me.

“You’ll get better at this,” Finn cooed. “We’ll practice. I’ll make sure you know how to take a good edging session like a champ, and then we can all take our turns fucking you so you come as many times as you need. As many times as you can stand , rather. You’d be surprised how effective orgasms are for draining the tension out of a woman.”

I was barely listening to his little speech. His fingers were already working me up again, driving in and out of my pussy with humiliatingly wet sounds, and the orgasm was right...fucking... there ...

He stopped again; this time, I let out a low wail of frustration. Two. Two times, and I was already here...

But he didn’t stop there. Of course he didn’t. He had promised to make me beg, and he followed through on his promise—or threat. I lost track of the number of times he worked my G-spot and clit with his thumb, teasing me and making my eyes roll back into the back of my head with want. I grew sensitive, almost unbearably so, and my whimpers grew louder until I was sure that everyone in the fortress could hear how desperate Finn was making me.

“Please,” I finally gasped. “Please, Finn...Alpha, I need...fuck, I can’t...I can’t anymore...”

Finn chuckled and teased my clit with his thumb again, making my hips jerk. “You can, baby, I promise,” he purred.

Then he pulled his fingers out of me, positioning his cock at my entrance as he looked down at me. “But now you’re mine,” he finished, his eyes gleaming.

He sheathed his cock fully inside of me with one thrust, and he didn’t wait before he was fucking into me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him, my hands stroking over every inch of skin that I could reach to make up for the denial while he edged me. The feeling of his skin under my palms, his scent in my nose, his cock inside of me...

God, it was all so much. It was everything I’d wanted. It filled me up from the inside out, driving away the lingering sadness and isolated feelings I’d been dealing with when he came upon me in the kitchen. All that mattered was Finn and the way his cock was pushing me toward another fucking orgasm...

I wasn’t going to be able to hold back this time. Even if Finn stopped, I wasn’t sure if that would be enough to keep me down.

“Finn, please,” I begged, my voice strained and raspy and so fucking needy that I was almost surprised that it came out of me.

Finn growled, and his eyes flashed with his wolf as he looked down at me. “Come for me, Elisabed,” he gritted out. “Come on my cock. Be a good girl for me, Omega.”

I barely heard him. The command to come was all I needed to hear before my body shattered, careening over the edge with an intensity that shocked me. The pleasure was more intense than any that I’d felt in my life, including during my heat, and I moaned helplessly as I clung to him and rode the waves of pleasure, writhing on his cock as he continued to fuck me.

He shoved one hand between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit and working it hard and fast as I came down from the orgasm, another already building low in my pelvis.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he challenged. “You can come again for me, can’t you? You’re not going to be satisfied with one little orgasm. Not you, sweetheart. Now, do it. Fucking come .”

He pinched my clit, and the mild pain, combined with the way that his cock continued to batter against my G-spot as he fucked me, shot me over the edge of the cliff into another orgasm. My scream of pleasure choked in my throat, and Finn groaned, burying his face in my neck and continuing to fuck me hard.

He made me come two more times after that. Each one was more intense, more difficult to wring out of my exhausted body, and by the time Finn growled in my ear and slammed home, flooding my insides with his cum, I was a limp noodle against the bed. I clung to him with every ounce of strength I still had, and it was frankly a miracle that I was still conscious.

I clenched down with weak muscles as he collapsed on top of me, carefully holding his weight up enough that he didn’t crush me, and I whimpered before burying my face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly. I mouthed at the skin there and then sank my teeth in, my inner omega preening at Finn’s surprised gasp.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he said, reaching up with one hand and gently tugging on my hair until he detached me from his neck. I growled but relented, dragging my tongue over the marks that I’d left on his skin before I let him pull me away. He rolled to the side and looked at me, both of us making hissing sounds when his softening cock slipped out of my pussy.

“Mmm,” I mumbled, rolling into him. He chuckled, then wrapped his arms around me, stroking his hand over my hair as I cuddled into him.

“You were perfect, sweetheart. So good for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I preened at the compliment, then pressed closer. His muscles were loose and relaxed, and even the feeling of his cum leaking out of my pussy wasn’t enough to make me tense up or try to make the moment more serious than it was.

I was sure he would question why I’d been so upset when he’d found me. I was prepared for that, and I would come up with a way to answer him as honestly as possible without making myself sound crazy or paranoid...later.

Right now, I had an alpha who wanted to cuddle me, and that was enough. Both for my inner omega and for me.