Page 105 of Pack Rage
She looked like a queen now, as I sat across from her in the box. She suited the dress I’d chosen for her, a deep blue form-fitting, floor-length crepe gown. The neckline dipped low enough that I could see her décolletage, with flowing tulle sleeves that belled out and met at a satin band at her wrists. Scattered crystals all over the sleeves gave the impression of the night sky, and the crescent-shaped diamond necklace I’d given her hung like the moon above one of the points of her scar.
Her favorite part of the ensemble were the long slits on the outer side of each leg, starting at her thighs and running to thebottom of the gown, of course, and the butter-soft leather knife sheath I’d had made for her steak knife.
She liked the dress, but I could tell she didn’t like the opera. Shelovedit. Tears fell freely down her cheeks as she listened avidly, her hands gripping the rail in front of us as if she were moments away from rushing to the stage and comforting the soprano.
When the curtain fell, she was the first on her feet, clapping so hard it had to hurt her hands. “Finn, how does anyone think opera is boring?” she asked, wiping her face with the backs of her hands until I handed her the clean handkerchief from my pocket. “It’s tragic and magical and… oh, Finn.” She threw herself toward me, jumping up to wrap her arms around my neck. I caught her and held her face to mine as she rained kisses on me. “You were right; it was like a transformation, all that pain turned into pure beauty.”
I pressed my lips to hers, trying to tell her everything I felt with my kiss. How perfect she was, how happy it made me to know she saw what I did, how much I loved her. I kissed her, holding her to me, through the final curtain call. While the rest of the patrons shuffled out, I lost myself in the feeling of her lips on mine, her arms around me, her soft, small curves pressing on?—
Glen asked me to tell you to… get a room? Ah, yes, get a room.Grigor’s voice was rich with laughter in my mind.
Our minds. Flor pulled back, her expression sheepish, and a little hesitant. “Yeah, we should probably… get a room?”
I knew what she was asking. Over the past weeks, we’d done many things together. I’d watched her with the others, I’d held her for Glen and Grigor as they lavished pleasure on her and filled her, and I’d grown addicted to her small, perfect nipples.
But I hadn’t been inside her. I hadn’t tasted her. I wasn’t sure if I’d forgiven myself enough to do that now, but the uncertaintyin her eyes, and the chorus of growls from the other mates in my mind, made it clear that she needed me to try.
It was a good thing I’d reserved the penthouse in the hotel across the street for the weekend. “One room, coming up.” She grabbed my hand, and we practically ran across to the hotel, smiles on our faces, drawing judgmental glances from the other guests.
“We should behave,” Flor whispered in the hotel elevator as I leaned down to nuzzle her hair, sneaking a hand behind her back to discreetly cup her ass while I was at it. The operator, a stern-faced human in his sixties, had his eyes on the floor, but two older women I vaguely recognized from the society pages were standing in front of us, obviously aware of us. Flor’s blush was almost as bright as her hair.
“Why?” I whispered. “I’ve already made my mind up. I’m leaving the pack to Cilian, and the city for good. We’ll never see any of these people again.”
“But what about the opera?” she asked, with what might have been a tiny whine in her tone. “I want to go back. I loved it!”
I dropped a gentle kiss on her lips as the older women exited. “Then we’ll come back. Cilian won’t care. He hates the city anyway.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, nuzzling my neck, nipping slightly at the place where she’d bitten me.
As soon as the doors opened, I scooped her up and ran to the room. It was enormous, the wall beside the door sporting a table draped in satin, vases of white roses, jasmine, and ivy, and carafes of water, wine, and covered plates with food. The opposite wall was entirely made up of windows that looked out over a city shining like diamonds in the cold, clear night.
The best part of it was the bed, large enough for a half dozen. I ignored the soft laughter in my mind, and shoved the othersout. They’d been jealous of my claim on her first date, but that was their fault. And this was my night.
Her night.
In less than a minute, she was lying on the massive bed, the full skirt of her dress piled around her, her crystal-covered ballet flats on the floor. Her eyes hooded, she reached under her skirt and took off the knife sheath, dropping it onto the carpet as well.
“Finn, you have too many clothes on. Take them off.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I murmured and did just that, slowly removing each part of my tuxedo, the heat in her gaze warming me as she so obviously approved of my body. I wasn’t as muscular as Luke or Glen, or as huge as Brand. I wasn’t some ancient master magician, like Grigor. I was the one of her mates who had been unfaithful, and even if my reasons had been pure, I was afraid it put me in last place in her bed, and maybe even in her heart.
But as she unzipped her dress down the side, then held it out to me, kneeling on the soft linens in nothing but a scrap of blue lace and a diamond necklace, I decided there was one thing I could do to feel that I’d earned this moment, that I deserved to fully claim her.
I could use the skills I’d learned in darkness, and turn them into worship.
I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed, pulling her by her slender ankles to the edge of the mattress, and bowed my head, kissing and licking my way up the insides of her thighs as she shuddered. Her thighs were muscular but small under my long fingers as I spread her open, a feast for all my senses. I drew a breath of her scent into my lungs, letting it out on a moan as I slid the lacy panties down over her legs.
“I love you, Finnick Dimitrivich,” she murmured.
“I love you more,” I replied. Then I lowered my face to her mound and began to beg forgiveness with my whole heart… and my lips… and my tongue. I spelled out my love, writing letters onher swollen clit as she arched her back, crying out once, twice, three times.
I flipped her over onto her front and dove into her from behind, letting my tongue cover every part of her, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to take her to the edge and over four more times before she sobbed into the pillow, “Finn! Get inside me before I die!”
I hesitated, blinking. “Are you… Are you sure?”
It was her wolf who answered. “Yes, mate. I am sure of you. Join with me.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I replied.
