He places a finger over my lips. “Don’t you dare apologize.” His eyes are serious for a moment. “We talked about this extensively. I meant what I said.”
My hands tighten on his hips. “You’re sure?”
“One million percent.” He grinds against me again, more deliberately this time. “I found it incredibly hot. The way you looked at her. The way she looked at you.”
The look in Melody’s blue eyes as we almost kissed flashes through my mind, and I groan.
“That’s it,” Finn murmurs against my neck.
His mouth trails down my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear that he knows drives me wild. My hips buck involuntarily.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, sliding off my lap onto his knees between my legs.
I watch as he works my belt open, those clever fingers making quick work of the button and zipper.
“Lift,” he commands, and I raise my hips so he can tug my jeans and boxer briefs down.
The cool air hits my overheated skin, but then Finn’s warm breath replaces it, ghosting over me.
“Fuck, look at you,” he says, his voice pitched low. “Already so hard for me.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, not pushing, just needing the connection. His mouth hovers, teasing, waiting until I’m practically vibrating with anticipation.
“Finn,” I growl, my alpha bark slipping in despite my attempts to control it.
He grins up at me. “Yes, alpha?”
The way he says it is playful and reverent all at once. I tighten my grip on his hair, just enough to let him feel it.
“Stop teasing.”
His lips part, and finally, fucking finally, he takes me into his mouth. The wet heat is almost too much after today’s buildup, and I have to focus on not thrusting up too hard.
“Jesus fuck, that mouth,” I groan as he takes me deeper. “So fucking perfect.”
He hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His hands grip my thighs, strong and steady as he finds his rhythm. I let my head fall back against the couch, lost in sensation.
That’s when I smell her.
Vanilla and cloves. Her perfume is so strong and enticing it almost overwhelms my senses.
My eyes snap open.
Melody stands frozen at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes wide as saucers. She’s wearing sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt, her hair loose around her shoulders. She must have come down for a drink or snack, not expecting… this.
Our eyes lock across the room, and her scent spikes as Finn continues to devour my cock.
Then I feel Finn falter. He can smell her, too; her scent has become all-consuming.
Finn continues to suck me with renewed enthusiasm, taking me even deeper than before.
I keep my gaze locked with Melody’s. She hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken. But her scent. Fuck, that scent is growing stronger and sweeter, the vanilla taking on a honeyed quality that makes my mouth water.
“You like this, baby?” I say to Finn, but my eyes never leave Melody’s. “You like taking my cock so deep? Showing off what a good beta you are?”
Finn moans around me, the sound vibrating through my entire body. His hands tighten as he works me, putting on the filthiest show possible.
“That’s it,” I growl, my voice rough. “Take it all.”