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“Are you really going to tease me like this?” she whispered breathlessly, and I pulled her closer.

My hands roamed down her back, gripping her hips and pulling her closer still, the undeniable need to have her consuming every thought I had. My lips trailed down to her neck, kissing the delicate skin there, and I could hear the tiny hitch in her breath and feel the way her pulse quickened.

When she slid her hands into my hair, tugging me back to meet her gaze, it felt like the world shifted. There was a moment of clarity in the chaos of desire, and in that instant, I realized just how much I wanted her—needed her.

And she knew it.

“You’re not going to wait anymore, are you?” she asked with a slow, predatory smile that made my heart race.

“No,” I said, my voice rough. I couldn’t lie to her. Not now. “Not anymore.”

Her breath quickened again, and before I knew it, her lips were on mine again, and all I could think about was her—how she fit against me perfectly, how she smelled, how she tasted. I wanted to lose myself in her, to drown in her.

But she was already pulling away, her fingers teasing the waistband of my pants, and the hunger in her eyes only made everything worse.

I stepped back, my breathing shallow. “You’re sure about this?”

She didn’t hesitate, didn’t second guess it. “I’m sure.”

In that instant, I wasn’t Finn, the playful alpha anymore. I wasn’t the man who kept everyone at arm’s length.

I was hers.

And she was mine.

I wasted no time. Gripping her waist, I lifted her easily, my lips crashing into hers once more as I walked us to the bed. We tumbled onto it together, my hands already exploring every inch of her, every curve and every line. I couldn’t get enough.

She was everything I wanted, everything I needed, and I was going to make sure she knew it.

Her hands were everywhere, too, pulling at my shirt, tugging it off me as though she couldn’t get it off fast enough. My body ached for her, and when she kissed me again, her lips softer than before, her hands trailing down my chest to unbutton my pants, all I could think about was the fact that we were finally here.

Just us. Together.

Finally.

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Elisabed

Finn’s lips were both intense and soft against mine, and I melted against him as we quickly divested each other of our clothes.

I hadn’t meant to fall into him this way when I’d run into him in the kitchen. I’d been sad, yes, but I’d been planning on going out and finding August to give him a proper piece of my mind. I wasn’t going to just sit around and be a useless omega now that we were here, no matter what he thought.

But then Finn had walked in, and his expression had gotten all soft and gooey when he had looked me in the eye...and all thoughts of going to find August had promptly fallen out of my head. My loneliness had overwhelmed me, and in that moment, all I wanted was to feel closer to him. I wanted to know him, not just as a bedmate, but as a full person. I wanted to share in his thoughts. I needed to feel that closeness when everything I knew was so far away.

And yet, I wasn’t prepared for everything he shared with me. I hadn’t expected him to open up the way he did, to show me the scars that ran deeper than the ones on his face.

Then he had finished and wrapped me in his arms, and my mind had short-circuited with the new connection between us.

His hands smoothed up and down my back, and his teeth nipped at my lower lip as he backed me up against his bed. The blankets were soft against my bare skin, and the scents of all four of us permeated the air, disturbed when we both fell back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heated skin.

“Finn,” I gasped, reaching up for him. My fingers traced along his scar, my stomach flipping at how he smirked at me, and he leaned down to brush the tip of his nose against mine, his entire body hovering over me.

“Yes, Omega?” he teased. The glint of mischief in his eyes made my stomach flip, and I offered him a mock glare as I reached down with one hand, intending to wrap my hand around his hard cock and tease him as much as he was teasing me.

He shifted away before I could touch him, though, and I couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped me.

“Aww, what is it?” Finn grinned wider at me, and I could feel the genuine pleasure that pulsed off him at the playfulness of our interaction. I could feel the tension draining from his body the longer he looked at me, and in the back of my mind, I felt bad that I hadn’t noticed him struggling. He might not think of his feelings that way, but I did, and now that we were alone together, I noticed him acting lighter than he had before.

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