Pulling him closer to me, my body moulds to his as I press my lips against his neck. His scent thickens, darkening with want, and I inhale deeply, letting it curl inside me. It’s intoxicating, and I wonder if I were an omega, not a beta, would my smell have done the same to him?
I can feel his heart beating fast against my chest. As I run my hands up to his shoulders, I feel the tightness of his muscles under my fingers.
He groans softly and I know I’m doing something right. I let my hands wander down to his waistband, feeling the hard bulge of his arousal pressing against me. Heat pools low in my belly, desire urging me closer, demanding more. I want him badly, but I also want to tease him a little. And as much as I’d like to taste him, I’m not about to get on my knees in the ocean and risk drowning.
Instead, I move my hips against his, letting him feel my own arousal. He growls low in his throat. A deep, possessive growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my skin, and I smile against his neck. His scent spikes again – thicker, heavier, morealpha. It makes me ache. I love the way he’s reacting to me, like he can barely control himself.
I finally reach for the button of his jeans, slowly undoing it and letting my fingers brush against the glistening tip of his erection. He hisses in pleasure. I lick my lips, desperate for a taste, and bend at the waist to slide my tongue across his slit.
“Fuck!” He groans. “What was I thinking?”
Immediately, I freeze. “W-what?”
“Not you,” he quickly reassures me. “I fucking want you so bad right now. I meant, what was I thinking coming in the water? It’s freezing and I want to taste you.”
His pupils are blown wide, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. I know he can’t smell me, except maybe the faintest trace, but Finn still growls approvingly, gripping my waist like he’s barely holding himself back.
“I definitely want more of a taste of you too,” I admit, laughing lightly. “But I don’t want to drown and saltwater in the eyes stings like a bitch.”
“There’s a beach hut a little further down the beach that we could use…if you wanted to?”
I nod. “Let’s do it.”
“Let’s,” he repeats again, and this time it’s definitely a vow.
Helping me pull my wet dress back down, he settles the material back into place as best he can, and then takes my hand in his once more. His grip is firm, possessive, like he can’t bear to let me go. I preen at the contact, pleased with the care in the simple touch. He leads us out of the water and back towards the dunes where there’s a neat little row of brightly painted beach huts. They look a little too large and a little too posh to be the regular kind of huts you see at the seaside, but then I remember Aisling saying there were Butler huts for employees to use. Finn must work for the Butlers if he knows about the huts. I just hopewe can find an empty one, and that we don’t get in trouble for what we plan on using it for.
Finn leads me to the door of one of the beach huts. I squeeze his hand before he lets go of mine to open the door to the beach hut he chose. He flicks the switch and the soft glow of the candle-style lights flicker on, revealing a surprisingly spacious but cosy area. There’s a kitchenette on the back wall with a small table for two to the right. On the left there’s a ladder up to a snug, and in the main living space there’s a coffee-table sitting in front of a large squidgy-looking sofa.
“Wow,” I breathe. “This is amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he says, his voice low as he takes a step towards me. “Because I’m thinking we should christen it properly.”
He’s not wrong, I think, as I look around the pristine room. It’s pretty much the ideal setting for a hot and heavy session, and I’m more than okay with that.
“Are you sure this is ok?” He asks. “You don’t feel weird or anything being here with me?”
I shake my head. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m not ready to stop.”
A flash of pure alpha satisfaction crosses his face, his chest rising and falling heavily as he takes in my words.
“Good,” he replies, smiling.
He slides his arms around me and pulls me in for another kiss. When we break apart, I grin at him. “I could really do with getting out of these wet clothes. Are there any towels we can use to dry off and warm up?”
Finn nods and takes a step back, his eyes flickering with heat as he watches me. His gaze is heavy, like he’s barely restraining himself. I can feel the flush rising in my cheeks as I pull off my soggy dress – being careful not to dislodge the wig – and reveal my lacy bra and thong underneath. Finn’s eyes dilate as he takesin the sight of me, his gaze flickering over my slight curves. It’s impossible to feel self-conscious that my breasts are too small, that I’m not tall enough or sexy enough, when he’s looking at me like that.
“I think we can do better than towels,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “I know where the owner keeps a stash of blankets.”
Before I can even process what he’s saying, he’s tugging me towards the ladder, his hand hot against my skin. I follow him up the rungs, feeling a thrill of excitement rush through me. The ladder leads up to a cozy little loft, with a low ceiling and a mattress on the floor. There’s even a large skylight in the roof overhead so that you can lie in bed and watch the stars.
Finn pulls out a couple of thick, woollen blankets, tossing them down on the bed.
“Here we go,” he says with a grin. “This should warm us up nicely.”
I watch, transfixed, as Finn peels his wet shirt off and drops it over the balcony where it lands downstairs with a heavy thud. His muscles ripple under the soft light, and I feel my breath hitch. Everything about him – the power, the presence, the control – is pure alpha, and it makes something inside me go soft, pliant.
His chest is so well defined that I find myself wanting to chase the lazy drops of saltwater snaking their way down his torso with my tongue.