An Alpha's Choice (Talon Pack #2)(39)

He broke her; she didn’t think she’d heal. Not when she didn’t know what would happen next.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“How can we fix that? If your wolf won’t speak up, or however you want to say that, how do we get past this? Because I don’t know if I can go on and fight by your side and do what we must for our Packs if I have to see you and know I can never have you.”

“What if you can still have me?”

Her hands shook. “How is that even possible?”

“What if we tried? What if we went through with it? What if we tried to mate and form a bond? Maybe it can still happen and it’s only my wolf being silent.”

Hope, sweet hope, slid through the numb.

“How can we have a future with no bond?”

“Humans do it every day.”

“But we aren’t human…” Life would be far easier if they were. Then again, she’d never have met him if she’d been human.

“Take the chance,” he whispered, cupping her face. “Take a chance with me. If we try, if we mark each other and make love, our bond can still form. We don’t know for sure it won’t.”

“How can you take that chance? How can you look at me and tell me that you’d risk everything without knowing for sure that you’re my mate?”

Finn lowered his mouth to hers, brushing her lips for a mere moment before pulling back. “Because you, Brynn Brentwood, are worth any risk I would take, any pain I would feel. You are worth far more than a broken wolf.”

A single tear slid down her cheek, and Finn used his thumb to brush it away.

In that instant, she knew she loved him. She had fallen for him and his strength by being by his side and watching him live. She could do this. She could try to mate with him and be with him without a bond in place.

And if she kept lying to herself, she could one day believe it.

It was the only hope she had.

“Try, Brynn. Be with me.”

“Okay.”

Finn’s eyes widened for a moment before he crushed his mouth to hers. She moaned into him, pushing out thoughts of what could come and only thinking about the man she could taste.

He tugged on her hair and she gasped. She wanted more. Needed more. Her wolf howled, begging for a bond that might never come.

“I want you,” he growled.

“Then have me.”

He nipped at her lip then licked the sting. She raked her nails down his back and he shuddered.

“Bedroom. Now. I don’t want to break your living room while I f*ck you.”

“Fuck me? Or make love to me?” Stupid, Brynn. Why did she have to say that?

“Can it be both?” he asked. He stood up, gripping her hips as he did so. He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Then show me.”

He kissed her hard then trailed his lips down to her neck. She moaned aloud, rocking her body into his as he made his way back to the bedroom. He’d never been back there before, but her house wasn’t large enough for him to get lost in.

When he set her down on her feet, she did what she’d wanted to do before and licked up his chest. He growled low, the vibrations sliding along her tongue. She looked up at him then moved to bite down on his nipple.

He slid his hands through her hair and smiled. There was a promise in that smile. One that made her shiver.

“Do it again. And then I’m going to do the same to you.”

Her nipples ached at his words. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

She licked her way over his chest and bit down on his other nipple, loving the way he groaned at her touch. He tugged at her hair and she let her head fall back. He kissed her again, this time slowly as if he were f*cking her mouth with his tongue. She gripped his hips, her thumbs digging into those grooves she’d wanted to trace before. He tasted of whiskey and heat, so hot and hers.

His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass, molding her cheeks in his large palms. She rocked into him, his hard cock pressing into her belly. She wanted him inside her, needed it.

His fingers traced under the leg of her shorts, slowly sliding back and forth, each stroke going higher and higher. She’d forgone panties so he had easy access.

Thank the goddess.

His thumb brushed along her lower lips and he growled, pulling away from her mouth.

“So f*cking wet.”

“Take me,” she gasped, kissing along his chest. She let her hands explore down his front, cupping him through his sweats.

“Let me touch you first. I want to know every inch of you, taste you until I have your essence imprinted on my tongue. I want you begging for me, so wet you’re dripping and can take me easy. Then I want to f*ck you hard into the bed until we both come and fall into a heap.”

Her legs almost gave out at his words. He gripped her ass harder, keeping her up. The action sent his thumb upward, breaching her ever so slightly. They both froze then groaned in unison.

“You’re tight, Brynn.”

“Then you’d better make sure I’m ready for you,” she teased.

He bit down on her lip. Hard. He didn’t hold back from her, didn’t hold back that strength that made him who he was.

Good.