Page 30 of The Alpha's Rejected Arranged Mate

After she explained what was happening, Mica sighed.

“I don’t envy you, Elin. It’s a rough spot to be in. Sometimes, being a mate and being a Luna are two very different things. Demons make the whole thing more complicated,” Mica said.

“I know. I just don’t know how to get through to him,” Elin groaned.

Mica was silent for a bit before she said, “I don’t know, either. It’s difficult, being an outsider, to offer advice. So, I’m going to tell you what I wished I’d known when Hayden and I first became mates. You have to decide what you can live with and what you can’t. Hold true to yourself and establish clear lines of communication however you need to.”

“Communication,” Elin sighed. “Not my strong suit.”

“I have faith you’ll figure it out.”

Now, Elin shook her head, sighing. She could live without sleep, but could Finn? He’d be on the front lines defending the pack if they were attacked. Which meant he needed his rest.

“Come to bed,” she said, opening the blankets beside her. “You’re running on a sleep deficit and need more rest.”

Finn shook his head, not looking at her. “There’s no way I can relax enough to sleep.”

Elin hesitated before she climbed out of bed. She wore a long nightgown with a high neckline and long sleeves. She hadn’t exactly been planning on playing a seductive siren when she packed it. Finn didn’t notice her approach until she put her hands on his shoulders and turned the chair around.

“I think I know something that will help you relax,” she told him.

“I really don’t have time,” Finn protested, but his pupils dilated as Elin nudged his knees open and knelt between his legs.

She reached for his belt, her movement languid, giving him plenty of time to respond if he wanted to. “There’s time in the morning. You need to relax. We both need our sleep if we’re going to take care of the pack properly. Being tired makes everything more difficult.”

Finn responded with a grunt, lifting his hips so she could pull his jeans down. He was already starting to get hard. Elin smiled up at him as she removed the jeans and tossed them aside. Then, she pulled the nightgown over her head. She’d packed exactly one pair of sexy panties, which she was currently wearing. As she tossed the nightgown aside, she was pleased to see the simple act of disrobing had left Finn standing at attention.

His gaze moved down her body, lingering on her breasts. Elin brushed her hair behind herself so he could get a better look, then reached out. She took hold of him, gently stroking. Finn’s hips moved slightly forward. His gaze grew more heated as she leaned over him and took him into her mouth.

“Elin,” he grunted, his hips shifting forward again.

Elin reached for his hand and tucked it into her hair. He gathered it into a loose ponytail, his fingers brushing against her scalp as he did so. He held it out of her way as she worked on him, using tongue and hands in alternating rhythms. Finn’s breathing grew more ragged. She loved the reaction she elicited from him and how she could feel him swelling in her mouth.

“Elin, I’m going—” he grunted, his free hand gripping her shoulder.

Elin grasped his wrist, telling him without words not to stop her. She increased her efforts as he trembled beneath her. The sounds of his grunts made heat pool in her belly, her muscles tightening with expectation. She pulled back and finished him with her hand, watching as his head dropped back and his body went limp.

He panted, his eyes closed, and his grip on her loosened. Elin smiled, pleased with herself, and grabbed the box of tissues off the desk to clean him up.

“Think you can sleep now?” She purred.

Finn lifted his head and grinned at her. “Not until I return the favor.”

Elin’s heart sped up. This was the Finn she knew. The one that she’d given herself to without thought. “Oh? But this is meant to be about relaxing you.”

“Watching your eyes roll into the back of your head is relaxing,” he answered with a chuckle.

Elin throbbed with the desire for Finn’s mouth to be on her. He knew how to use this tongue, that was for certain. But there was a deeper ache in her. One that wasn’t going to be satisfied with pleasure alone. Though she knew from experience that Finn could do wonders, she wanted… more.

“How long until you’re ready again?” she asked, nodding toward him.

Finn’s eyebrows arched toward his hairline. “If you sit on the edge of the bed—”

“That’s not enough. Not now,” Elin said. Her cheeks went pink as she tried to formulate the words to express what she was feeling. “I need to be close to you. Nothing else will be good enough.”

He searched her gaze, though Elin wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He stood slowly, pulled her to her feet, and then slowly pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was intense and deep. Sparks flew through her skin as he ran his hands over her body. He cupped her through her panties with one hand as he broke away from her mouth and kissed down her neck. Elin’s head fell back, and she grasped his shoulders.

There were still too many clothes between them. With an impatient huff, she started to undo his buttons, watching as his taunt skin came into view. Finn smirked at her, letting her undress him. Once the shirt was done, he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. They kissed as he walked to the bed and laid her down. His hands ran over her breasts and lower. He removed her panties and tossed them aside.

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