Dear Enemy, You're My Mate

Chapter 100 **

Maya

I stand in the shower for over half an hour, thinking about the pack I never got to be a part of—I was an outsider, but according to Finn, I'm now supposed to fight my sister for the alpha position.

My hand touches my chest, and white hair falls over my shoulders in clumps. I'm conflicted. Do I even want to lead my old pack? Crying won't pave the way to acceptance, so I never allowed myself to cry and feel self-pity because I lacked a werewolf.

I fought to be respected for who I am, and look at me now—there is no werewolf pack by my side. My kind couldn't accept me as part of the pack, and the people surrounding me today are humans.

A voice sighs inside of my head. It sounds like a cunning female. 'But if you became the alpha, then you could make it so that the Winterbite pack accepted everyone, even the children born without a wolf.'

My eyes widen. "Who said that?"

There isn't a reply, and I turn off the water. Shit. I need to get some rest. I'm hearing voices now, which can't be a good sign.

I wrap a white towel around me and step out from the shower into my cold bedroom. Shivers travel up my spine, and I set course for my bed but stop dead in my tracks upon noticing Finn.

The man grins at me. "I couldn't fit on the couch."

My lips part. The sight before me is so patently sexual, so insanely hot, that my sex swells and clenches with desire. I press my legs together to soothe the pressure.

"W-Why are you naked?"

His answering smile is crooked and growing. "Why not?"

Finn is resting on his arms that are crossed behind his head. Bulging muscles under slick, dark skin are on full display, and judging by his curling lower lip, he knows what effect his abs and gorgeous body have on me—I'm already put under his spell.

I take a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Stop giving me those eyes."

He chokes on a surprised laugh. "What eyes?"

I'm squeezing water out from my hair, daring to steal another glance of Finn, who grins upon catching me looking. My cheeks grow hot, and I stare forward.

"You're looking at me like you..."

Finn chuckles behind me, shifting in the bed. I'm freezing, and his warm palm lands on my shoulder. He strokes me. "How do I look at you?"

"It's nothing." I shudder, addicted to his warmth. My eyes close on instinct, and I fight like hell not to attack him.

Finn dips his head, planting a kiss on my shoulder and gracing my skin with his tongue. "I want to stick my head between your legs and lick you until you come."

My breath catches in my throat. "We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because-..."

I whimper when he adds more pressure to his tongue and strokes my skin with his giant palms. I'm leaning into his touch, and the worst part is that I'm losing the battle to resist him.

My lips part. "Because I'm going to grow old and grey while you're fae—it wouldn't work."

Finn doesn't answer, and a strangled whimper leaves me when he lifts me from the bed and places me in his lap. His bulge is impossible to ignore, and a row of shudders threaten to destroy me when his hard chest becomes an impossibly hard wall behind me.

"I can't stop thinking about you..." Finn murmurs into my ears while stroking me with his hands.

His touch makes me swoon, and I lean into him. Finn wraps his arms tighter around me, hugging me and offering me his warmth. I would call it romantic if his palms didn't squeeze my breast.

Finn's voice goes lower, whiskey and delicious. "And when I'm not thinking about kissing your lips or hugging your petite, little body, then I'm dreaming about sucking the nipples on your gorgeous tits."

"Finn!"

"Maya," Finn shoots back in a voice full of tease. He nudges me with his nose, and my resistance almost melts.

God, he smells so good, and I'm having trouble not turning around and lunging myself at him. I want to lick him up like ice cream melting off a spoon and leave hickeys in inappropriate places.

No, I shouldn't be thinking about his massive cock, and teasing smirk under the dim lighting inside my room! Finn is off-limits, but fuck-fuck-fuck, he is kissing my neck again.

"Why are you fighting it?" Finn murmurs and breathes a laugh into my ear when I shudder for the billionth time. "I love how responsive you are to my mouth—would you be able to resist me if I licked you down there?"

My eyes roam the carved definition of his arms holding me, and heat pools between my legs. Fuck Finn and his beautiful body—fictional fae are so much easier to stomach than the real, teasing deal.

"I won't have sex with you."

Finn chuckles. "One night won't hurt. Come on, Maya. I will let you do anything you want with me."

"Anything I want?" My pulse kicks up a notch.

"Yes." He leans his chin on my shoulder. It draws my attention to his face, and I meet his charming eyes. His lips twitch. "Touch me anywhere you want, get comfortable with me again—nothing is off-limits."

My nostrils flare as I struggle to keep breathing. I want to take Finn's offer more than anything. The big fairy is acres of beautiful, slick skin and rippling muscles. I would touch him all night if I could, squeeze his arms, and lick every inch of his body.

His gaze glides over me with a predatory gleam, and his lips curl into a telltale smirk. "Do you want to?"

His question got me turning around. I push the man, and Finn falls onto my white bedsheets with surprise lifting his eyebrows. He blinks at me but grins once I straddle him.

His nostrils flare seeing my thighs on either side of him, and his smile is one of pure temptation. "That's my girl."

My fingers run over his carved eight-pack, and my breaths come out in short, little pants. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Finn's voice is low and severe, and I get lost in his seductive eyes. He looks so sexy beneath me. "I want you to touch me—tease me, Maya."

Part of me still can't believe I'm on top of him, that we are here, inside of my bedroom, buck naked. "Are you sure?"

"I want you," Finn says. "Quit stalling and get to work."

My lips twitch. "Get to work?"

"Mhm."

Sinful and dirty intentions enter my mind, and I run my hands up to his meaty pecs. My thumbs playfully flicker the nubs, and a shuddery breath leaves Finn as his nipples go tight.

My smile goes full evil. "We will have some fun tonight."

I bend down to lick Finn, take his nipple into my mouth, and the man shudders beneath me as I suck down hard. He responds so well to pleasure, and heat wraps around my sex—I so badly want to open wide and take his cock.

But we aren't there yet.

Finn will suffer for leaving me alone for so many years.

Yes.

I tease the fairy further, who jerks in bliss beneath me.

"God..." Finn groans. "You're fucking perfect."

My lips curl as I gaze down at him. "You're going to regret saying I can do whatever I want with you because I have plans for you, Finn."

I expect Finn's face to turn pale, but instead, he reaches out his muscular arm and presses me down until our lips meet in a delicious greeting. His tongue enters my mouth, and I close my eyes—how stupid was I for thinking I was the one in control?

The tiny fraction of resistance left in my body crumbles to dust, and I kiss Finn with new meaning. I'm flushed and fevered and wanting him. I'm slick and swollen between my legs, and I can't stop myself from letting him slip into me.

A moan escapes me.

God, he is big! I've been dreaming of Finn, fucked him in my dreams, but fantasies are nothing compared to the real thing. The weight of his cock, the girth, and the hardness—Finn is perfect.