Taken by the Outcast Alpha (Whispers of Fate)

10. Sage

Chapter ten

Sage

I don't want you to go. I want you here. With me .

I reach up, pulling him down, pressing my lips against his. His kiss is fierce, tasting of urgency and desire. My heart pounds, the rush of blood drowning out my last coherent thought.

Finn tightens his grip on my ass, his hand warm against my skin. A shiver runs through me as his touch ignites a trail of fire up my spine. My body seems to melt against his, molding into him as if we're two pieces finally fitting together.

I can't bring myself to let go, my legs locked around his waist. I never want this moment to end.

"Are you sure?" His voice is a low rumble against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. My body squirms as the vibration travels through me.

"Positive." My answer comes out in a ragged whisper. I've never been more certain of anything in my life. My fingers thread through his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Finn's hands slide up under my shirt, his thumbs grazing my nipples, and I realize in my haste, I forgot my bra. A sensation like an electric shock zings through me as his lips find my neck, his fingers skillfully teasing my sensitive flesh. I arch into his touch, aching for more.

Finn brings his lips to my nipple through my shirt and sucks gently. The friction is almost too much to bear. I need to feel his skin against mine.

I start tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel him. He chuckles, the vibration shooting straight to my core. With a growl, he pulls away and quickly strips off his shirt, his eyes burning with desire.

I take a moment to admire the hard planes of his chest, tracing the long scar that marks his skin. He doesn't flinch or look away. Instead, he meets my gaze, a challenge sparking in his eyes.

I lean in, placing a soft kiss on the scar, my breath warm against his skin. I let my lips linger, tasting the salt of his skin as I follow the path of the scar with my tongue.

His hips buck involuntarily, and he lets out a rough breath. "You're playing with fire."

I look up at him, grinning with mischief. "I certainly hope so."

Finn growls in response, the sound sending a thrill through me. Without warning, he hauls me against him, his lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss. My fingers tangle in his black wavy hair as I match his intensity, my body alive with need.

Finn pulls back, breaking the kiss, and I feel a twinge of protest at the loss of his mouth on mine. But then his hands move to my shorts, tugging them down along with my panties, and a rush of anticipation drowns out all other thoughts.

I stand before him, completely bare and exposed. A part of me wonders if he'll find fault, notice some imaginary imperfection. But then his eyes rake over my body, and I see only desire and approval in their deep amber depths.

"Perfection," he whispers, as if reading my mind, and my cheeks heat with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.

Finn kneels before me, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. And then his tongue— oh, Goddess, his tongue —is on me, and my knees nearly buckle as pleasure ripples through me. Finn lifts his eyes to mine and pushes me back onto the bed and stays on his knees before me and moves his tongue back to my core.

I grip the sheets, my knuckles turning white as I try to maintain some semblance of control. But then he pushes a finger inside me, slowly at first, and then with more urgency, and all my carefully constructed walls come crashing down.

"Fuck me now," I plead, my voice hoarse and desperate. "I don't want to wait."

Finn stands, his eyes dark and hooded with desire. He kicks off his pants, leaving him just as bare as me, and positions one of my legs around his hip. I feel the tip of him at my entrance, and I instinctively move to take him in, but he stills my movements with a hand on my hip.

"I've got you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

With a deep thrust, he fills me, and a moan escapes my lips. He's everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word.

"Anything for you," he whispers, his lips brushing my ear.

And as he begins to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first and then with growing urgency, I know it's true. I've never felt more seen, more wanted, in my entire life.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, my nails leaving marks on his skin as I match his rhythm. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap me in two.

"Finn," I breathe, my release hovering just out of reach. "Please."

He knows what I need. With a growl, he reaches between us, his hand finding that magic spot, and suddenly I'm hurtling over the edge, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

And still, he doesn't stop. He continues to thrust, his own pleasure building, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. I can feel his muscles tensing, his grip on me tightening as he teeters on the brink.

And then he finds his climax, his body tensing above me. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his warmth. The sensation triggers another wave of pleasure, and I cry out, clinging to him as we ride it out together.

As our breathing slows, Finn collapses on top of me, his weight a comforting presence. I relish the feel of his skin against mine, the steady thump of his heart echoing my own. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling my skin.

I've never felt so treasured or protected in my life. How the hell did that happen?

My fingers trace lazy patterns on his back as I try to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. This connection, this intimacy - it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. It both thrills and terrifies me.

Finn lifts his head, his amber eyes meeting mine. There's a softness there that makes my heart skip a beat. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle.

"You okay?" he murmurs, concern lacing his voice.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak just yet. How can I explain that I'm more than okay? That I feel safer in his arms than I have in years?

He shifts, starting to move off me, but I tighten my hold on him.

"Stay," I whisper. "Please."

A smile tugs at his lips, and he settles back down, wrapping his arms around me. I nestle into his embrace, savoring the warmth and security it provides.

As I lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of Finn's heartbeat, I marvel at how quickly everything has changed. Just days ago, I was running scared, alone and vulnerable. Now, in the arms of this near-stranger, I feel a sense of belonging I'd almost forgotten existed.