An Alpha's Choice (Talon Pack #2)(40)

Because she wasn’t about to hold back from him.

She let her claws slide out then reached around to grip his ass. “Make me come, Heir. Or I’ll have to do it myself.”

He licked his lips. “I think I can do that.”

“Think? Poor pup. Do I need to teach you how to pleasure a woman? Let’s see, you’ll need to make sure I’m wet. To do that, you’re going to want to play with my clit, pinch it between your fingers and maybe even your teeth. Don’t be gentle. I want it rough. I want you to f*ck me hard, Finn. Think you can do that, Heir?”

He had her on her back on the bed and her shorts on the floor in the next breath. She tried to catch her breath, but in the next moment, she had her hands tangled in Finn’s hair as he licked up her seam.

“You’re so f*cking sweet,” Finn growled against her clit and she almost came, forcing herself to hold back so she could take more of him. She didn’t want it to end too soon.

He spread her thighs, licking her * like he couldn’t get enough. The flat of his tongue took long swipes before flicking her clit. She shuddered, so close to release she could taste it. She gripped his head harder, and he hummed against her at the same time, sliding two fingers inside her, curving them so they hit her at the perfect spot.

Her back bowed off the bed, her body shaking as she came hard against his face. Pleasure shot through her, her limbs going numb before burning with too many sensations at once. Finn moved, hovering over her and stripping off her top as she came down. He must have taken off his pants at some point because he had his cock at her entrance, poised to take her.

She opened her eyes, licked her lips, and gripped his biceps. “Yes. Please. Now, Finn. Now.”

He swallowed hard, a flicker of hope and fear mixing with the lust in his gaze. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He leaned on his forearms around her head and kissed her.

Just a brush of lips, a sweet caress of promise and dare she hope…love.

She arched, and he entered her slowly, oh so slowly. He stretched her, his cock wide and long, perfect for her. It burned slightly, but she relished it. This was her Finn, her Finn. She had him inside her after far too long of watching him without knowing what would happen. She’d pined for him, and now she had him. She’d taken the risk, and she would never regret this. She couldn’t. Not when she had the man she loved in her arms, deep inside her, connected like she had never done before.

He pumped in and out of her, their gazes never wavering. He didn’t go slow now, no, he slammed into her at an ever-increasing pace as they went higher and higher.

“Finn,” she whispered. She turned her neck to the side, and he groaned.

His fangs slid into her neck, marking her wolf as his. She waited for the snap of the bond, the pleasure that came with having him mark her.

It never came.

Instead of wallowing, she pushed away the agony of what she knew to be true and let him move her head once he’d licked the wounds. She met his gaze, saw the knowing inside, and choked back a sob. When her fangs elongated, she bit down on the juncture between his shoulder and neck, marking him as her own.

Finn was hers.

Damn the bonds.

Damn the broken fractures that a demon with no sense of life and love had created.

She slid her fangs back out and licked the wound, aware she only felt the love she had for Finn. The shocking lack of anything else brought her crashing down from any high she might have had.

Finn cursed then growled, sliding his hand between them both. “Don’t give up on us, Brynn. Don’t give up on me.”

She met his gaze and let the pleasure of his words, of his touch, wash over her and she came with him. He filled her, body yet no soul. The second snap of the bond should have happened then, but the hollowness in her heart told her it hadn’t.

Finn hovered above her, still deep inside her as he fought to catch his breath. She met the jade green of his eyes and knew what she should have known from the beginning. Or maybe she’d known all along and had lied to herself once again.

There was no bond.

There was no future with the man in her arms.

There was nothing.





Chapter Eleven


Finn slid out of Brynn, his heart breaking for not only himself, but also the woman beneath him. His body still shook from his release and the utter beauty of what they’d just done. He wasn’t a romantic, wasn’t a man who discussed his feelings beyond a certain extent, but he wanted to tell her everything, let her know exactly what he was thinking. He’d known she’d be special to him, that he’d become addicted once he had one taste.

But it wasn’t just her taste.

It was her.

She was his, as he was hers.

Only his wolf wouldn’t complete the bond.

Things would work out, he promised himself. They had to. Because he couldn’t think of another outcome, not with the woman beneath him. Before he could hold her, bring her close and tell her everything would be okay and they would find a way to make their mating work, she scurried out from under him and crawled off the bed.

“Brynn.” His voice didn’t break, but it was damn close.

She turned her back to him, her body shaking.

“Don’t.” The tears in her voice broke him once more.

He sat up, his hands shaking. “Talk to me. Please don’t go like this. Don’t make me go. This can’t be the end. We can try other things.”