Dear Enemy, You're My Mate

Chapter 78 **

Maya

I'm sitting in front of Finn while trying hard to concentrate. A lot of time has passed since we set up camp for the night, and after hours, I'm still trying to shape-shift back into a human.

Finn is whispering encouragingly. "You can do it, Maya."

I take another deep breath and resist the urge to scream when my body breaks bones and forms new ones. Shape-shifting is painful, and when I'm done, I tumble forward.

Finn shoves his hand underneath me and catches me in his cupped palm. The landing is soft, and a row of flutters flies through me when I stare at his bent fingers, along with blooming insecurity.

In the various books I've read, I never understood when an author wrote, "and his touch was electric," but now I'm experiencing it firsthand, no pun intended, as I sink further into Finn's hand.

Touching him is best described as heaven, and while his hand isn't as good as being snuggled up on top of his chest, I take what I can get.

And yet, despite wanting to be near him, I'm also conflicted because a considerable part of me fears him. Everything about him is making me seem like a doll in comparison. Finn could snap me in half with the flick of his wrist.

"Are you okay?" Finn's voice is a whisper, which tells me he is careful about not raising his voice. The man is down on his stomach, resting his chin in the dirt with me in his palm.

"No, I'm not."

I take a deep, calming breath, but it does nothing to calm my skittering nerves. Finn is chest-thumping enough as a human, but his larger-than-life fairy form is frightening. His eyes are intense, large as windows, and I'm doing everything to avoid them.

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

My heart falters when I hear Finn's sad tone, and the need to explain makes me stress out words. "In my wolf form, I had confidence. My wolf behaves like a pushover dog. She loves you, but without her confidence, I'm freaking out."

Finn gasps as if what I'm saying is a shocker. "Am I that monstrous?"

I'm still not meeting his eyes and babble. "Well, you're still cute, but you've blown up like some sex god ready to be worshipped. Like, you belong in a temple with all of those other perfect, sculpted statues brought to perfection by expert hands; it's dizzying looking at you."

Finn chokes a laugh. "It's part of being a fairy—we have these pheromones to attract prey. Glad to hear they are working. I needed that confidence boost."

I snort at him, rolling my eyes. "Oh, you did not! Your ego is bigger than your body already!"

In the corner of my eye, I can see his lips tipping up. "Do you want to change back into a human?"

"No!" I explode, meeting his surprised eyes and lifted eyebrows. He stares at me in bewilderment, and I swallow thickly. "You prefer being in this form, right?"

"Yes..."

I notice his distracted tone and immediately cover my breasts when I realize I'm naked. Finn doesn't seem to mind, though.

His blue eyes are playfully roaming over my skin, practically trying to move my arms from my chest with the force of his mind. My tongue runs over my lips; judging from the light in his eyes, he would be more than willing to give me whatever I wanted.

Immediately, I shove that thought out of the window. Finn rejected me and chasing a man who doesn't want me is pointless. I'm not the type of person who can do sex without emotions getting involved.

"So then..." It's hard to talk when Finn observes me like a wolf ready to jump over a lamb. "I should g-get used to you like this."

Finn's eyes are burning into me, and his head creeps closer. I backpedal into his crooked fingers, aware of my heart doing flip-flops. Heat curls between my legs, but I press them together.

"I have the perfect practice method."

By now, he is so close his breath kisses my skin. It's dizzying, having him so close, and Finn seems to know what his presence is doing to me. His lips part as they hover over my leg, and soft kisses are delivered to my lower leg before he moves over to my thigh.

I lean my back against his flattened fingers, with my heart beating a mile per second. There is so much adrenaline in my body I think I might fall off his hand. I'm afraid and excited at the same time.

The darkened, predatory gleam in Finn's eyes is scary, yet I can't do anything to stop myself from sharply inhaling when his wet tongue wraps around my leg to steal some of my juices.

"Mmm," he makes a low, feral sound and brings his wet tongue away from me. When he speaks again, I'm shivering. "You taste good."

I eye him with vivid lust. "Don't stop."

Finn tilts his head, not afraid of showing his sharp canine teeth in a telltale smile. "Which form?"

I speak before thinking. "Any or both... I don't care..."

His eyes light up with enthusiasm, and his lips curl higher before he speaks in that deep, vibrating voice. "See, this is why I took a liking to you, little wolf—I knew you were a freak from the beginning."

Oh.

Finn says nothing else; he doesn't have to. He uses his other hand to haul me closer to the edge of his hand, inhaling the scent of my crotch before running his tongue up the inner section of my leg.

It is hard not to moan. Finn's tongue has these tiny, little dots on them, which feel like a gift from heaven, and his pheromones, all over the damn place, make it seem as if I'm on drugs. Fairy sex is hardcore.

Much too soon, Finn dips his head away from me. He shifts his position and dangles me in front of his face, right over his mouth. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and heat pools between my legs as I stare down at his naked body propped up on his elbow.

"I would like to put you into my mouth, but that's my instincts speaking. Fairies toy with their food—we are equipped with everything to give humans pleasure before death. You and I are like cat and mice; only I don't get excited when you suffer—I love watching you surrender to the pleasure."

"And I love your mouth—I want more, much more pleasure, and I know you can give it to me."

Desire sparks in his eyes, but much to my dismay, he doesn't savor me on his tongue again.

"You're playing with fire, little wolf. Fighting against my instincts is hard, but maybe another time?"

Disappointment fills my chest, which Finn seems to notice. I love his cock, but I'm having fun exploring with him, pushing him to his boundaries. And I can tell, by the massive pole between his legs, that he loves this too—we are lewd sex freaks, and he should surrender.

"How about this?"

Finn releases me onto his chest and shrinks down to reasonably human size, but his pointy ears and ethereal glow remain, along with his wings. And to my satisfaction, the predatory gleam didn't vanish from his eyes, making me smile.

With my eyes set on his face, I backpedal until my pussy finds his massive cock, so veiny and thick that I'm shaking as I'm struggling to push it into me.

Finn sucks in a deep breath, bucking his hips and making me tumble forward until my hands are groping his chest—if I thought for a minute that I was in control, I'm wrong. Finn is rocking his hips, pounding into me while I'm pending back and forth, high on his pheromones.

A tiny whimper wills my lips to move. I can't help myself; Finn is relentless. He grunts and moves his lips to my neck, letting his wet tongue run over my skin.

When the pleasure proves too much, I shudder. Finn's hands are on my sides, and his muscles bulge as he grabs my waist. With little added force, he is the one making me fuck him, and I don't complain. His body is a work of art—both his cock and his hardened, bodybuilder physique.

I can only moan as he holds me in place. I'm vibrating and closing my eyes when his deep voice whispers into my ear. "You talk so big, but you love to submit—fuck, I'm so horny for you, Maya."

Finn is standing up with ease and thrusting so deep with brutal strokes. I'm so wet that I can take all of his monster cock, and I nearly come from having him stretch me out to my limit. And the man is a sex god; this feels so good that I can barely breathe.

I'm squeezed between his heavy pectoral muscles, breathing him in like an addict. His pheromones, along with that manly, musky scent, are forcing their way into my nostrils. God, being held here is like a vise of wet, dirty pleasure.

I've always liked men big, and Finn is an alpha of his own, too much male and so delicious. He fucks me with more determination, and I lose all sense of reality. I'm crashing—I can't hold back the orgasm to make it last. I'm too aroused and too lost and riled up by this man. My desperate cry bounces between the trees, and just when I'm falling off the cliff of pleasure, Finn finally groans.

And when I think it over, he lifts me above his head with darkened, lust-crazed eyes, and I spread my thighs wide to sit on his head, letting him lick the juices from between my legs.

I'm shuddering. "Oh-my-god..."

I experience the heat of my orgasm, and I'm dripping until his tongue takes everything from me. I'm out of breath and shake in bliss when he sucks my clit before licking away every trace of my climax.

When Finn is done, he lifts me down to the ground and licks around his mouth as if my saltiness is the best flavor in the world.

He smirks at me when he catches me peering up at him. "As I said, you taste delicious."