She looked at me, eyes shining. “I am. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything.”
We stared at each other; the food forgotten.
“You want to be mine?” I asked, voice rough.
She smiled. “More than anything.”
My hands trembled. I reached across the table, took her hand in mine, and held it like it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth.
“Say it,” I whispered.
She squeezed my hand, nails digging into my palm.
“I’m your mate, Finn Walsh. Now and forever. I want your bite. I want you to claim me.”
The words settled around us, heavy and perfect.
I stood up, circled the table, and pulled her up out of the chair. She jumped into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms around my neck. She fit against me like we’d been made for this. Her face buried in my neck as tears ran down her face with emotion. I could feel her heart beating against mine, frantic and steady all at once.
She looked up, eyes wet but unafraid. “So what happens now?”
“Now let’s eat some cake,” I said, because anything else would make me lose my mind.
She laughed, a real, unfiltered sound. “FINN!”
I kissed her hard and fast until she was kissing back.
We didn’t eat cake. I’d hauled her down the hall to my bedroom in minutes. I had changed the sheets from the mess we’d made last night, knowing that we were about to wreck them once more.
“I’m not going to go slow, Maverick. I want you too bad.”
I slammed the bedroom door shut with my foot; the sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. Brie was still clinging to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breath hot against my neck. Her dress was bunched up around her hips, and I could feel the heat of her pussy pressing against the hard ridge of my cock. Fuck, she was already dripping for me, her wetness soaking through the fabric of her panties and onto my jeans.
“Take it off,” I growled, my voice rough with need.
She hesitated for a split second, her eyes wide and dark with desire, then she nodded and started to wiggle out of the dress. I didn’t wait for her to finish. I grabbed the hem and yanked it up over her head, tossing it to thefloor in a crumpled heap. She was left standing there in nothing but a pair of lace panties and her boots, her skin flushed and her chest heaving.
“Those too,” I ordered, nodding at her panties and boots.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing even darker, but she didn’t argue. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and dripping with arousal. I could smell her from here, the sweet, musky scent of her desire hitting me like a punch to the gut.
“On the bed,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Now.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled onto the bed and knelt in the center, her hands on her thighs. She was trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, but she didn’t look away. Her eyes were locked on mine, dark and hungry, and I could see the excitement in them, the raw, primal need that mirrored my own.
I started stripping out of my clothes; the snaps popping quickly as I ripped off my shirt. I didn’t care about being slow, about savoring the moment. I was too fucking wound up, too desperate to be inside her, to feel her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock. I tossed my shirt aside, then unbuckled my belt and shoved my jeans and boxers down my legs in one swift motion.
My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip already slick with pre-cum. I kicked my boots off and stepped out of my clothes, then climbed onto the bed. I turned her body so she was ass high, her pussy on full display, and I couldn’t resist reaching out and running my fingers through her wetness, spreading her wide. I reached around and teased her clit.
She gasped, her body jerking at the touch, and I gripped her hips to hold her still. “Stay,” I growled, my voice rough with authority.
She nodded, her breath hitching, and I took my time, sliding my fingers through her slickness, teasing her entrance before pushing two fingers deep inside her. She was tight, her walls clenching around me, and I groaned atthe feel of her, fucking her with my fingers, and then curling them just right to hit that spot inside her that made her cry out.
“Sir,” she moaned, her voice trembling, and I could feel her thighs shaking, her body on the edge.
“Not yet,” I said, pulling my fingers out and smearing her wetness over her clit. “You’re gonna come when I’m inside you, when I’m knotted in your cunt and biting your neck. You understand?”
She nodded frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs wide. Then I lined up my cock at her entrance, the tip pressing against the opening of her dripping cunt. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her in one smooth stroke, burying myself all the way. The warmth of her pussy welcomed my cock as it wrapped me up tight. Goddamn, the feeling was heaven.
