Page 100 of Scent of Home

“So fucking hot. Watching our alphas fill you until you can’t take anymore,” Finn growls.

I whimper, my hips shifting restlessly. His hand drifts down and towards the junction of my legs. I shudder as he reaches for the fabric and tugs.

The string pulls between my legs, the delicious friction making me sob.

He lets go and then grabs it and tugs again, harder this time. I go up on my toes, but one of his arms anchors me to him.

“I really need these off,” Finn growls in my ear.

I moan and nod. “Off.”

He laughs and yanks it off my body. The pain is there and gone, blasting through my mind before it fades, leaving me deliciously uncovered. His hand slides down, cupping me.

“You’re so wet, Erin,” Finn murmurs as she slides his fingers over and then into me.

Everywhere he touches, I feel alive, I feel so much.

“Down,” Finn growls. “On your back. If I’m going to fuck you in the forest, I want to fuck you on your back so I can look into your eyes and see everything you feel the moment you feel it.”

I gasp, my lungs seizing as I lay down on the ground. Finn doesn’t stand above me. He kneels with me, nudging my legs apart and putting his weight on his hands as he stares down at me.

“You are exquisite.”

“Finn, you’re perfection.”

He beams, those blue eyes sparkling. “Don’t look away from me, no matter what.”

Finn lowers himself to me, reaching between us to line himself up. The tip of his cock presses into me. I hold my breath, but he doesn’t look away, and neither do I.

He presses himself into me, and I moan at the stretch, the delicious feeling as he sinks into me until he’s fully seated, his pelvis pressed against mine.

“Ah, Erin, you truly are perfection, yourself,” Finn rasps, and his voice is so deep, so ragged, that I can’t help but reach up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to me for another dizzying kiss.

He moves slowly, over and over, moving in me. I match his rhythm as the coiling tension inside me boils.

So this is what it is to be truly seen?

To be known.

I feel like I’ve known Finn for all of my life. Like I’ve just been searching for him, waiting for him to appear.

In this moment, with him so deeply connected to me, it seems unfathomable that we wouldn’t find each other. This was meant to be.

I moan and lift my head so I can kiss him again.

The passion spreads from us, burning outwards in a spiral. Our movements quicken without a word being said. My pants mix with his gasps. I’m surprised we haven’t set the forest on fire.

I’m so mixed up in him. When I get close, I dig my nails into his back, holding him tight as my body clenches, and he responds, thrusting into me harder, and when I cry out, his cry mixes with mine and the symphony of this forest.

He’s still staring at me as our heartbeats slow back to normal.

“Where have you been?” Finn whispers.

I reach out and cup his cheek. “I was lost. But I’m here now. I’m here.”

He closes his eyes, breaking the connection, and a single tear slides down his cheek.

“I’m here.”

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