Page 62 of The Alpha's Rejected Arranged Mate

Finn laughed, his cheeks warming. “You certainly have a way with words.”

“You look great. Is that for the feast tonight?”

Finn fiddled with the cuffs and nodded. “Yeah.”

The pack had fully accepted him as Alpha, and the integration of the rogues into the pack was going… well, for the most part. There was still tension between the groups. Both sides had lost loved ones to the others. There was real effort from all quarters to move on, though, placing the blame on the demons where it belonged.

Hayden and Mica were due to arrive in a few hours to formalize the alliance between Moon Lake and Bluebell Valley. It was a solid step forward to present a unified front against the lingering threat of the demons. Dukiel’s journals had also been digitized, and they were going to hand over the drives for Bluebell Valley to work on translating the writing.

Finn had read through Beth’s journal from the month she was pregnant with him. There was little in there that he didn’t already know about demons, but learning more about his mother was helpful. It helped heal wounds he didn’t know he had.

Elin tapped her chin as she gazed at her mate, a glow coming to her eyes. “You know how Christine said I’m fully healed, but it might take a while for my hormones to get back into balance for me to want sex?”

Finn paused mid-fidget. “Now?”

“Yeah. Seeing you in that suit does things,” Elin purred.

A bolt of desire shot through him at the sultry look on her face. She leaned back in her pillows, smirked, and crooked her finger at him. Finn pulled off the suit jacket and tossed it aside, his gaze never leaving hers.

“I have a lot of work to do,” he warned her.

“We have plenty of time. And if everything isn’t perfect, I’m sure everyone will understand.”

She had a good point there. Finn quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes, not bothering to make it sexy. Nothing was as sexy as being in bed with his gorgeous mate anyway. He pulled back the blankets and clasped her legs in his hands. Elin bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she watched him. Finn ran his hands up her legs, enjoying the sensation of goosebumps breaking out under his touch. When he came to the hem of her nightgown, he hesitated.

“This thing is damn sexy,” he said, gazing appreciatively at her. It was low-cut, showing off ample cleavage, and the silky material laid flatteringly against her form.

“This thing?” Elin gasped in mock horror.

“This thing.” He bunched a handful of fabric in his hand. “But not nearly as much as you.”

Elin grinned. She lifted her hips to help him pull the nightgown off. As soon as it was gone and she was left in nothing but her panties, he was certain it was the right choice. His gaze traced over her curves, his breath growing quicker.

“Here I am,” Elin whispered.

“Here you are.” Finn propped himself over her, nudging her legs apart. “So beautiful. So sexy. Smart and angelic and perfect.”

Elin moaned as he cupped her through her panties. She lifted her hips as her hands ran over his back, leaving fireworks in their wake. Finn could do this forever. Just touch her. He gazed at her beautiful face, tasted her beautiful lips, and wanted nothing more than to be here with her forever.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you, too.” Elin tangled her fingers into his hair.

Finn cupped her ass with one hand, bringing her up off the mattress. He tugged her panties off and tossed them to the floor before he lowered his kisses down her neck. He lingered at her breasts, kissing and licking until her nipples hardened, then continued down. Elin laid back, getting herself comfortable as he delved into her.

He found her clit with his tongue and was immediately rewarded. She gasped lightly, her hips coming forward. Finn kissed her lazily, flicking his tongue first fast, then slow. He watched her face grow redder as her bud grew harder beneath his tongue. Her pupils widened, her breath coming in short gasps as she tangled her fingers into his hair.

“Softer,” she panted.

Finn obliged. Her scent grew stronger, filling him. It made him harden, and he reached down to squeeze himself, hoping a shock of sensation would help him last longer. Elin let out a soft cry. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she pulled him away. The spikes of pain washing through his head only made him want her to pull harder.

“Oops,” Finn said, grinning at her. “Guess that was too much too fast, was it?”

He winked. Elin’s cheeks went red, but she grinned back. Without a word, she flipped him onto his back and captured hismouth with hers. Their kisses grew more heated as she trailed her hands down his body. She found his hand still wrapped around himself and pulled it away, then pinned it up over his head. She pressed his other hand beside it, then broke their kiss.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she kissed along the sharp line of his jaw. Finn groaned, his body feeling tight. He knew exactly what she was planning for him. She released his wrists, but he didn’t move them from where she’d put him as she kissed down his neck. Her eyes lifted to his as she carefully pulled his nipple into her mouth and bit around it, just hard enough to cause a slight sting.

“Should I bruise you, my love?” she purred as she moved even louder, scraping her teeth along his ribs. The sensation of slight pain mingled with the heat of her body so close did wonderful things to him. He throbbed with need and grunted.

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