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I would have to make a more concentrated effort to spend time with each of the alphas individually. It was the least I could do as an omega.

“I want to touch you,” I breathed, jutting out my lower lip in a pout.

If I’d thought that pouting would get me my way, I was sorely mistaken. Finn’s eyes widened, and the smile on his face grew, and he leaned down to press our lips together again, still hovering over me in such a way that kept me from touching any part of him that I wanted to.

It was maddening. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. Desperately.

“You want to touch me, and I want something too,” Finn finally murmured against my lips. The brushing of our skin together made my head swim, and I shook my head when he finally pulled away, looking down at me.

Oh. Right.

“What is it that you want?” I managed, my voice already rough with want.

He chuckled as if he could tell how difficult the words were for me. “You want to touch me. And I told you last time we weretogether,” his eyes glittered with the tease, “that I was going to edge you until you were begging for me, and only when I was satisfied with your desperation would I fuck you and give you as many orgasms as you could possibly stand.”

The memory made my cheeks flush, and I swallowed hard. My pussy clenched, and I could feel the blankets under my hips growing damp with my slick as I licked my lips and rasped, “What, rightnow?”

Finn laughed, the sound bright and happier than anything I’d heard from him. “No time like the present.”

He moved almost faster than I could see, and the next moment, he had me practically folded in half, my knees pressed against the bed on either side of my chest. The position left my pussy spread and exposed to him, and he pinned his forearm against my thighs, holding the backs of my knees firmly as he looked down at me lasciviously.

I squirmed a little, testing his hold, but it was iron. His grin widened as he looked down at me, trailing the tip of one finger down the inside of my thigh, teasing me.

“Finn,” I growled, squirming again.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly at me, winking. “Ah, little omega. You can be patient for me, can’t you?”

He didn’t wait for my response. Instead, he stroked his fingers down my dripping folds, teasing me for just a moment before he pushed two fingers inside me and curled them up against my G-spot, nailing me with pleasure so suddenly that I let out a whimper and my head fell back against the bed.

“There you go,” he cooed. He continued to finger me, teasing up against my G-spot just enough to make my eyes roll back into my head. He didn’t go slow, and he didn’t waste time. His fingersquickly worked me up to an edge, and I moaned as he pushed me closer with each thrust.

“Good girl,” he murmured. My entire body twisted as he pulled away, and I growled at him, thrashing under his grip. He held me steadfast, though, and waited until I came down before his eyes gleamed at me, and he pushed his fingers deep once more. “Again.”

“Fuck...” I groaned, my mind already hazing over with pleasure. Already, I’d forgotten exactly what it was that I wanted, the thing that had led to this edging session in the first place. All I knew was that I wanted to come, and Finn was thebastardkeeping me from the orgasm only he could give me.

“You’ll get better at this,” Finn cooed. “We’ll practice. I’ll make sure you know how to take a good edging session like a champ, and then we can all take our turns fucking you so you come as many times as you need. As many times as you canstand, rather. You’d be surprised how effective orgasms are for draining the tension out of a woman.”

I was barely listening to his little speech. His fingers were already working me up again, driving in and out of my pussy with humiliatingly wet sounds, and the orgasm was right...fucking...there...

He stopped again; this time, I let out a low wail of frustration. Two. Two times, and I was already here...

But he didn’t stop there. Of course he didn’t. He had promised to make me beg, and he followed through on his promise—or threat. I lost track of the number of times he worked my G-spot and clit with his thumb, teasing me and making my eyes rollback into the back of my head with want. I grew sensitive, almost unbearably so, and my whimpers grew louder until I was sure that everyone in the fortress could hear how desperate Finn was making me.

“Please,” I finally gasped. “Please, Finn...Alpha, I need...fuck, I can’t...I can’t anymore...”

Finn chuckled and teased my clit with his thumb again, making my hips jerk. “You can, baby, I promise,” he purred.

Then he pulled his fingers out of me, positioning his cock at my entrance as he looked down at me. “But now you’re mine,” he finished, his eyes gleaming.

He sheathed his cock fully inside of me with one thrust, and he didn’t wait before he was fucking into me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him, my hands stroking over every inch of skin that I could reach to make up for the denial while he edged me. The feeling of his skin under my palms, his scent in my nose, his cock inside of me...

God, it was all so much. It was everything I’d wanted. It filled me up from the inside out, driving away the lingering sadness and isolated feelings I’d been dealing with when he came upon me in the kitchen. All that mattered was Finn and the way his cock was pushing me toward another fucking orgasm...

I wasn’t going to be able to hold back this time. Even if Finn stopped, I wasn’t sure if that would be enough to keep me down.

“Finn, please,” I begged, my voice strained and raspy and so fucking needy that I was almost surprised that it came out of me.

Finn growled, and his eyes flashed with his wolf as he looked down at me. “Come for me, Elisabed,” he gritted out. “Come on my cock. Be a good girl for me, Omega.”

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