Page 98 of Scent of Home

But this here, with this group of guys, it’s changing me. I appreciate these small gestures. It means almost as much to me that he’s holding my hand now as it does when he’s buried deep inside me.

“Finn?”

“Mm?”

“Pull over.”

Finn does as I request immediately and without argument. That part is new, too. When I was in Chesterfield, every alpha and beta around challenged me, argued with me. I had to justify everything I said and back it up. It’s like being a female alpha made them want to challenge me, to prove me wrong, to just fight with me. It was exhausting.

The difference is this town isn’t threatened by me. They see what I am and just accept me as an alpha. Not as one of the guys, but as one of the alphas.

The car stops. We’re on a dirt shoulder of the road, in the middle of nowhere, trees shooting high into the sky, but it’s the scent of lemons that tempts me, that makes my mouth water.

“Beta,” I purr.

Finn watches me, those pure crystalline blue eyes so intent on me, making me feel like he sees only me.

“Alpha,” he says softly. “What do you want?”

“I want you.”

His eyes flash but other than that, he doesn’t move.

“Why?”

I make an irritated sound deep in my throat.

“No, I mean, why here?”

I take off my seatbelt and push open the car door, slipping out of the vehicle before I turn back to him. “Because I can’t wait a minute longer. Because I can.”

I walk towards the forest, hoping he’s following me.

He’s silent. That’s the problem. I don’t know he’s there until he slams into me, shoving me deeper into the woods and out of sight of the road.

“Shy?” I tease as his hands slide up and squeeze my breasts.

“I don’t want to share you,” Finn growls. “Not right now.”

My pussy clenches as he shoves me deeper. The cool of the shadows contrasts with the molten heat building inside me.

Insects buzz, the trees shift in the wind, the forest has its own symphony of sounds. This is Finn’s world.

His hand grips the back of my neck, tightens then loosens, and when he lets go, the straps holding my dress up give as well. The fabric drops, pooling around my ankles, leaving me in a magenta lace bra and a matching thong.

Finn hisses and walks around me.

There is a predatory feeling to his nature here that I haven’t felt before. This confidence is from the capable beta I met when I arrived. I know he’s been shook, and his foundations have rattled.

He needs this as much as I do.

I lift my arms and undo the clasp of my bra, releasing my breasts. The material falls to the ground, forgotten because I’m not missing a single second of watching the way he’s looking at me.

I’m not self-conscious about my weight. I love every curve I have, and I know men want me. But it’s always a high, a massive turn on, to have a man staring at me like he’d happily drop to his knees and devour me and never come up for air.

My nipples harden in the cold air, and I rub my thighs together.

“Are you just going to look?” I ask.

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