Taken by the Outcast Alpha (Whispers of Fate)

21. Finn

Chapter twenty-one

Finn

I spin toward Sage, not even registering that I’m naked. It doesn’t matter. I’m braced for the fear that usually floods a human's eyes when they witness my wolf in action. But she doesn't flinch. There's no terror, no disgust, only unwavering determination in her gaze.

She steps forward, her hand reaching up to rest gently on my cheek. Her touch is both electrifying and gentle, conveying same desire I've had to care for her since we met. She stands on her tiptoes, her eyes never leaving mine. I recognize the glint in her eyes, the spark that mirrors my own primal desire.

"Sage, if you touch me now, I'm not sure I can stop." My eyes flash gold, a reflection of my wolf's insistence. The need to claim and protect surges within me.

Her lips curve into a mischievous smile, and she whispers, "What if I don't want you to stop?"

I don't hesitate. I pull her to me, her body pressed against mine. My wolf's need to mark and possess blends with my own yearning to explore this connection. I sweep her off her feet and carry her back to the tent. Holding her in my arms, I make a silent vow to protect her with every ounce of my strength and to let nothing come between us.

I lower her onto the bedroll. The flickering firelight illuminates her face, and I pause, taking in the raw desire in her eyes. "I hoped I'd be laying next to you in this tent tonight," I whisper before claiming her lips, needing to taste her.

Sage pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "Why?" she asks, her fingers gently threading through my hair.

I lock eyes with her, my heart laid bare. "I've never felt like this about anyone. If I'm wrong—if it's only me—"

She silences me with another kiss, her lips demanding yet tender. Her hands slide under my shirt, her touch electric on my skin. I pull away slightly, my breathing ragged.

"You aren't wrong," she murmurs. "You aren't alone." Her eyes shine with an unspoken assurance, an echo of the connection I feel between us.

She urges me down to her, and I trace a path of kisses along her jaw, down her neck. I inhale her scent, feeling a rush of possessiveness as her pulse quickens beneath my lips. My hands slip under her shirt, grazing the smooth skin of her lower back, and she arches into my touch.

"It's not fair that you're already naked," she teases, a hint of nervousness underlying her playful tone. "Stop teasing and really touch me."

I help Sage pull her t-shirt over her head, reveling in the sight of her breasts. My wolf rumbles in satisfaction as I cup one breast while I take the other nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. She arches her back, pressing her breasts closer, and I can't suppress a growl of pleasure.

Sage writhes beneath me, and I feel the roughness of her jeans against my cock as she grinds her hips. I switch my attention to her other breast, teasing the nipple with my tongue and teeth until she's squirming.

"Finn. Please," she whispers, her breath hitching.

I drop kisses down her abdomen, my hands sliding to the button of her jeans. I work slowly, enjoying the feel of her body responding to mine, the sensation of her breath quickening and her heart racing beneath my lips.

Slowly, I ease open the button and pull down the zipper, my eyes never leaving hers. She holds my gaze, her expression a mixture of desire and nervous anticipation. I brush my thumbs gently over her hips, sliding her jeans down, baring her to me.

I don't rush, taking in every inch of her with my eyes, mapping her body with my touch, the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin. I trace the line of her panties, stopping just shy of where I know she wants—needs—me to touch.

Her hands find mine, urging me lower. With a gentle growl, I oblige, my wolf eager to pleasure her in every way.

Her fingers twine in my hair, tugging as she lets out a low moan. I wrap my arms around her hips, pulling her closer to my mouth as she rocks her hips against me. Her taste and scent drive my wolf wild, mingling with the heady smell of our desire. My cock swells, desperate for release, but I hold back, wanting to savor every moment of her pleasure.

"You're so wet for me, Sage," I murmur against her. She lifts her hips, and push aside the fabric of her panties and return my attention to her core, my tongue circling her clit, teasing, tasting.

"Yes," she breathes, her hips bucking gently.

I slide one finger inside her, feeling how tight and ready she is for me. Curving my finger, I find that spot that has her keening, her walls clenching around me. I add a second finger, thrusting gently as I flick my tongue over her clit. "Come for me, Sage," I whisper, my tongue never stopping.

Her walls convulse around my fingers, her juices coating my hand as she cries out, her body shuddering with release. "You're so tight, so ready," I growl. "I can't wait to feel that against my throbbing cock."

I hover over her, every muscle in my body screaming to join with her, but I force myself to take this slow.

I kiss her softly, my lips brushing against hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. I want to savor this moment, this connection we've formed. I trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin.

Her fingers thread through my hair, holding me to her. "More," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.

I grin, feeling my cock twitch in anticipation. I drop kisses along her collarbone, my hands ghosting over her breasts before trailing down her body, lightly skimming her sides and hips. Her skin is soft, flush and luminous in the firelight. I pause at the edge of her panties, looking up to meet her eyes, searching for any hesitation. I find none.

I kiss her flat stomach, feeling her muscles flutter beneath my lips. Hooking my fingers into the waistband, I slowly pull her panties down, letting my lips follow the path of the fabric. Her scent, heady and musky, fills my lungs, and I growl low in my throat.

My tongue traces from her inner thigh up, up, up until I’m slipping it through her folds, tasting her. I groan at the delicious, heady flavor that is undoubtedly Sage.

I spread her legs with my hands, desperate for more, licking my way to her clit and sucking it into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue, listening to her moan, feeling her arch into my touch. I can feel myself growing harder, so swollen with arousal that I don’t know how I keep from coming right then. Especially when she wraps her fingers through my hair and whimpers, “Please, Finn. Please.”

I know what she means, know what she wants. And as much as I want to make her come again with my tongue, I want to be inside of her.

Another time, I suppose.

I settle my body over hers, my hands on either side of her head, and lean down, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss as my cock rests at her entrance. I want her to understand the seriousness of this moment, the depth of the connection I feel.

"Are you ready for me?" I ask, my voice gruff with desire.

She squirms beneath me, and I feel her need mirroring my own. Her nails graze my back, sending sparks of anticipation down my spine.

"Tell me," I command softly, my lips brushing her ear as I nibble lightly on her lobe.

"I'm ready," she breathes, her hands gripping my shoulders. "I'm ready for you, Finn."

I inch forward, sliding into her warm wetness. She's tight around me, hotter than I imagined. I feel a growl building in my chest as I slowly fill her, enjoying the sensation of joining with her. Our eyes lock, and I see the same raw need reflected in her gaze. This woman owns me in this moment. I withdraw slowly, relishing the feel of her body yielding to mine. I thrust back into her, my wolf rejoicing at the perfect union of our bodies.

"I won't break, damn it. Fuck me already!" Sage demands, her nails digging into my back.

I don't need to be told twice. My control snaps, and I begin to move, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. Her body takes me in, matching my rhythm, and I feel a heat building within me that threatens to consume us both. My eyes never leave hers, as if by looking into her soul, I can convey the depth of my desire.

Our breaths quicken, our movements becoming more urgent. Her nails bite into my skin, and her hips arch to meet mine with each thrust. I feel the tension coiling within me, ready to snap, and I know she's close. I thrust harder, faster, wanting to take her with me as I fall.

As our climaxes crash over us, I feel a sharp pain in my gums. My canines are lengthening, my wolf desperate to claim her as his mate. But I hold back, my lips pressed to the spot on her neck that I yearn to mark as mine. I fight the urge, not knowing if Sage fully understands the significance of my mark. I won't burden her with that choice until she knows the truth of what it means.

Slowly, the urgency fades, and I'm left breathless, sated, and hovering over the most beautiful woman I've ever known. "You okay?" I ask softly, brushing her hair back from her face.

Sage's dazed smile makes my heart swell. "Never better."