Christmas Alpha

by Carole Mortimer

  Eva held back a smile, knowing that just hours ago Finn would have taken delight in using more graphic language, if only as a way of shocking her.

  She had no doubts now that he liked her.

  As she liked him.

  Maybe more than liked him...?

  It was far too soon to know if liking could develop into something deeper—although having his psycho ex-girlfriend stalking the house, and them, certainly dispensed with the usual niceties of taking days and weeks to get to know a person!

  Maybe it was because they were stranded in this snowstorm together, with Finn’s stalker of an ex-girlfriend as an added danger, but Eva knew that, niceties or not, she wanted him.

  Right now.

  She moistened her lips before speaking. “Would you like to…react again now?”

  Finn slowly turned his head to look at her through narrowed lids, those blue eyes cold, his jaw set. “I’m not in need of a pity fuck—” He broke off as Eva began to laugh. “What’s so damned funny?”

  She laughed all the harder at the sight of his disgruntled expression. He must have been very cute as a little boy.

  Eva laughed for so long and so hard her sides ached.

  Finn looked thunderous as he sat up and turned towards her, before rolling her onto her back and raising her hands and holding them captive on either side of her head as he bent over her. “Now tell me what’s so damned funny?” he repeated grimly.

  Eva grinned up at him, not in the least concerned by his deliberate domination. Not when she could feel the rigid evidence of his desire for her pressing against her thigh. “Finn, I have to tell you that you’re the very last man in the world any woman would ever want to give a pity fuck! Well apart from that guy I saw in a movie last year, but he was playing a part so—”

  “What are you blathering on about, woman?” Finn looked down at her as if he thought she might be becoming hysterical.

  Eva became very still as she lay beneath him gazing steadily up into his eyes. “I think we should make love together, Finn.”

  She could feel his body tense above hers. “Care to explain why?” he prompted cautiously.

  “Because we both want to?”

  Finn did want to. He had wanted this woman since the moment she had come to his door in that woolen hat, bundled up to her throat in warm clothes, looking up at him through dark silky lashes with those curious moss-green eyes.

  The moment Eva had removed the hat, and that silky curtain of ebony hair had cascaded onto her shoulders and down her back, his cock had jumped to attention and remained that way ever since. Add in her lippy mouth, a mouth just made for kissing—and other things—and hell yes, he wanted her.

  Badly.

  Very badly....

  Just as part of him really didn’t want Eva to think he was taking advantage of her because of the circumstances of their having been thrust together in a snowstorm.

  And since when had he become so high-minded and principled, that he was thinking of turning down a woman who had just bluntly stated that she wanted to have sex with him?

  Since Eva apparently...

  “Oh come on, Finn,” she grinned up at him. “There’s no television here, we’ve already played chess, neither of us is sleepy; we have to do something to pass the time!”

  “Why you little—!“ Finn kept her hands pinned above her head as he lowered his head and kissed her for the first time.

  Was it possible he had deliberately avoided this intimacy earlier, despite having made a veritable meal out of her nipples, because he had known exactly how the taste of Eva’s lips was going to affect him?

  Her lips were so damned soft and yielding as they parted beneath his, her breath a soft sigh of satisfaction as he released her hands to draw her body harder into his as he deepened the kiss.

  Her arms moved up over his shoulders, her body—that soft and full-breasted body that Finn enjoyed so much—arching up into the hardness of his.

  His kiss turned hungry, feral, as Finn pulled her even closer, his fingers becoming entangled in that silky hair, his hands cupping her cheeks as he devoured the softness of her lips.

  Eva didn’t hesitate in returning that hunger as she gave him back kiss for kiss, as her hands restlessly caressed his back and shoulders.

  Her inner heat drew him in, tempting, enticing, until Finn gave a groan as he thrust his tongue into that velvet hot cavern, only the sound of their ragged breathing and gasps of pleasure to accompany the crackling of the wood in the fireplace.

  Finn finally dragged his mouth from hers to look down at her with hot, hungry eyes. “Your t-shirt has to come off,” he growled as he reached down and pushed her t-shirt up and then pulled it off completely. “Hell...!” His voice sounded as if he were being strangled as he stared down at her naked breasts. “I thought you still had your bra on...” A nerve pulsed in his tightly clenched jaw.

  Eva looked up at Finn completely unselfconsciously; he had already seen her like this, and obviously liked what he saw, so why should she feel self-conscious with him now? “You know what thought did?”

  “Not a clue. You?” he answered distractedly as his hands moved to cup beneath her breasts.

  “Not a clue either.” She giggled as she ran her hands over Finn’s tautly-muscled chest, lingering to touch the penny-shaped discs tipped by bronzed, hard nipples. “My mother used to say it to me when I was little. I’m not sure she knew what it meant either, but it certainly confused me as a child.”

  Finn dragged his gaze away from her bared breasts to look at her, those blue eyes glittering feverishly, a flush across those hard cheekbones. “Are you sure about this, Eva...?”

  “Very sure.” She nodded unblinkingly.

  He drew in a sharp breath. “Thing is, I didn’t think I was going to need protection, way out here in the wilds of Wales...”

  Or that Moira’s obsession would drive her to such lengths to track him down here.

  If that really had been her out in the snow earlier...

  Someone was certainly out there. Just as someone had stood outside looking through the window, watching him and Eva together in his studio.

  He would have done more about finding that person too if he wasn’t so concerned about ensuring Eva’s safety. Even with the doors and windows all locked, and the alarm switched on, he didn’t dare to move too far away from the house, just in case Moira came back here while he was gone.

  “I’m on the pill,” Eva now answered him shyly. “And I haven’t been...involved with anyone in that way for over a year.”

  “I’m clean too.” Finn had himself tested for everything after Moira.

  “Stop thinking about her.” Eva reached up and smoothed the frown from between his eyes. “Don’t you see that she will have won if you allow her to keep affecting you?”

  He grimaced. “It’s just—”

  “I could always think of some suitable way to distract you?” she offered suggestively.

  Finn quirked one dark, interested eyebrow. “Oh?”

  “Oh yes!” Eva was laughing as she rolled over so that Finn was now the one lying beneath her.

  Those gorgeous breasts now dangling delectably just inches away from Finn’s mouth. “Okay, I’m suitably distracted!” he groaned as he closed the distance between them and latched hungrily onto one of those juicy nipples.

  Eva gave a sigh of pure pleasure as Finn’s mouth drew fiercely on her engorged nipple, knowing she had been longing for this again since they had been together in Finn’s studio earlier.

  The arousal.

  The heat.

  The immediate pleasure.

  Eva pressed harder into that marauding mouth as she impatiently pushed off her panties before crawling up Finn’s body to straddle his hips.

  “Jesus—” Finn had released her nipple and now stared down at her bare pussy. “That is the single most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life...!”

  Eva chuckled self-consciously. “You like?”

 
His gaze was heated as he continued to stare at her. “I am going to eat you alive down there! Eventually...” He latched hungrily onto her dangling nipple.

  Eva’s hands were on his shoulders, her back arched as she pressed deeper, harder, into that hot and hungry mouth, gasping her pleasure as Finn’s finger and thumb pulled on her other nipple, the hardness of his erection stroking rhythmically against her bared and swollen clit.

  Eva began to buck against him, groaning and crying out, as she felt her climax building, before exploding, the pleasure radiating out from between her thighs.

  Finn enjoyed every moment of watching Eva in the throes of her orgasm; her hair was wild and silky against his chest, her cheeks were flushed, lips slightly parted, swollen from the intensity of their kisses. Her throat arched, became taut, as she cried out, her skin damp and glowing in the firelight, her breasts so full and heavy.

  As for the sight of his thick cock rubbing against her bared pussy...

  Finn almost found his release just from watching her, his hands cupping the globes of her bared bottom as he pressed his cock up harder against her bared clit at the same time as he turned his head to take her other nipple in his mouth and suckle.

  Hard.

  And then harder still as he felt Eva gasp and tense for a second time, her clit throbbing, pulsing against his cock, telling him she was about to come again.

  “Finn!” Her eyes were wide with shock as she screamed out her pleasure this time, her body arching and tensing, shaking as that second, even stronger orgasm ripped through her body in never-ending waves.

  Finn’s arms moved fiercely about her as she collapsed against his chest, completely boneless, her breathing almost a sob as she clung to him weakly.

  “Whatever problem you may have thought you had sexually these past six months, Finn Devlin,” she murmured breathlessly, “you obviously haven’t forgotten a damned thing about how to give a woman pleasure.”

  Not for the first time, Finn found himself laughing for the sheer joy of being with Eva.

  Chapter 10

  Finn had thought Eva fearless, even indomitable earlier, when she had refused to be daunted by the thought of Moira outside in the snow watching them.

  But as she began to wriggle down his thighs, those breasts jiggling enough to take his breath away, he added single-minded and determined to that list.

  And that was before she hooked her thumbs into his boxers and tugged them down his hips, causing Finn to groan low in his throat as his engorged cock sprang free of its confinement.

  “Oh my...” Eva murmured appreciatively.

  Finn groaned again at the look of anticipation in those expressive moss-green eyes.

  Eva pulled Finn’s boxers off the rest of the way before tossing them aside, her gaze never leaving the magnificent length of his cock for even a second as she now slid further down his body until she knelt between his parted thighs.

  Finn had a beautiful cock, so long and thick her fingers didn’t meet as they encircled him. His skin felt like velvet to the touch, thick engorged veins running the full length of that proudly jutting cock, the bulbous tip already leaking with pre-cum.

  “I may not last long if you do what I think you’re going to do,” he warned gruffly as he obviously saw the intent in her eyes.

  Eva looked up the length of his body as she grinned at him unconcernedly. “I didn’t last at all.”

  Finn smiled ruefully. “I don’t ever remember laughing in bed with a lover before tonight.”

  “We aren’t in a bed,” she reminded huskily.

  “I was trying to pay you a compliment, Eva— Oh sweet— Jesu— Fecking hell!” His back arched involuntarily as Eva’s lips parted and she took the whole bulbous tip of his cock into the heat of her mouth.

  He instantly felt engulfed in that moist heat, his breathing becoming a ragged gasp, his fingers entangling in Eva’s hair as her fingers held him tightly and she began to move her mouth up and down the length of his cock.

  He almost lost it completely as she took him to the back of her throat at the same time as one of her hands moved to cup his sac. He began to groan low in his throat as she squeezed and caressed, at the same time as her fingers tightened about him and her tongue became an erotic rasp across the weeping slit at the top as she tasted and licked him with each upstroke.

  Eva stilled the moment she felt Finn’s sac tighten in her hand, his fingers painfully gripping her hair, knowing he was very near to exploding, and wanting to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible.

  In the same way he had prolonged her own pleasure just minutes ago.

  She gentled the strokes of her tongue to a light lick until Finn’s tension slowly eased and she was assured he was no longer on the brink of coming.

  The moment she knew he had eased back from that brink her fingers tightened about him once more and she resumed the upward and downward stroke of her hands, mouth and tongue.

  Time and time again she held Finn poised on that brink, stopping every time she felt his tension and that tightening of his sac.

  Knowing from the copious leaking of his cock that he was close now. So very close.

  “Are you trying to kill me, Eva!” Finn finally groaned hoarsely, having reached that point of release, and then been brought back down again by Eva so many times now, that he no longer had any idea what his own name was.

  Eva slowly released him before blowing lightly against that sensitive tip. “You can’t die from pleasure, Finn.”

  Finn. That’s right, his name was Finn.

  “I beg to differ,” he breathed raggedly as he looked down the length of his body at her.

  She had the look of a pagan goddess, intent on marauding and claiming, her eyes heavy with her own desire, and her mouth—it was bloody sinful what she could do with that mouth!

  As for her shaved pussy—!

  Finn’s cock was ready to explode, and his balls ached for release just thinking about that bare pussy. “I’m going to eat you now,” he growled even as he sat up and lay Eva on her back so he could slide down the bed until his face was on level with that smooth silky skin, her swollen clit visible beneath its hood.

  He felt Eva tremble as his tongue flicked out and tasted that sensitive nub, both sweet and salty at the same time. “I want to see and taste all of you,” he encouraged gruffly as his fingers gently parted her until he could see the deep rose of her moistened sheath, the slickness of her swollen folds, and her clit so swollen it looked as if it were about to burst.

  Finn couldn’t wait another second to taste her again as he lowered his mouth and lapped at the sweet taste of her juices. Licking and sucking, before groaning hungrily as he thrust his tongue deep inside her sheath, again and again, until he felt the contractions as she came again.

  “Delicious...” Finn swallowed every last drop of her before looking up at her. “I want in now, Eva,” he growled as he sat up and eased her up beside him before rolling onto his side, his mouth slick and moist from her juices.

  “I want you in, Finn.” She smiled up at him shyly.

  “Thank the lord for that!” he groaned as he came up on his knees.

  Eva was already so sated, so pleasured, that she could only watch him through narrowed lids as his cock entered her in one smooth, slick, pleasure-giving stroke. She gasped slightly as he filled her up completely, her sheath widening and lengthening to accommodate him.

  “Are you okay?” Finn paused.

  “Oh yes,” she assured him breathlessly.

  Finn held Eva’s gaze with his as he began to move, slowly, thrusting shallowly, and then deeper as Eva began to arch up to meet him with each stroke.

  Eva gasped as Finn rolled his hips and pressed against her engorged clit with each downward stroke, before he touched something deep inside her as he thrust forward. Over and over again, until she felt something grow and then explode deep inside her, that deep pleasure all she knew as her climax released with the force of a tidal wave.

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bsp; Quickly followed by another as Finn continued to thrust harder.

  And then another. Until Eva began to scream as she came in one long and never-ending tide of pleasure.

  Finn gave one long, hard thrust inside her as his own release surged hotly down the length of his cock before releasing hard and deep, pumping his seed hotly into that silken sheath, until he felt completely drained and his arms collapsed beneath him as he fell to the side and buried his face against her throat.

  “Guess I didn’t need any whips and paddles from the basement to make you scream,” Finn murmured minutes, hours—days—later. “Stop laughing, Eva,” he groaned as he felt his now semi-hard cock start to slip from her slickness.

  “You said there weren’t any whips and paddles in the basement.” Eva continued to chuckle huskily. “But maybe in one of the bedrooms?”

  “I haven’t looked. But knowing Lucien I suppose there just might be...”

  Eva glanced down at him. “Your friend Lucien sounds...fascinating...”

  Finn lifted his head slightly to look at her. “I thought you said you weren’t into the kinky stuff?”

  “I’m not. But still, this Lucien sounds interesting,” she teased mischievously as she wondered if it was possible, even remotely possible, that Finn might be a little jealous of her interest in the other man. “You’re frowning again, Finn,” she teased huskily.

  “Just wondering if you’re regretting me already.” The lightness of his tone was completely at odds with the hardness of his eyes as he looked down at her.

  Eva gave a shake of her head. “I believe you’re going to be a hard act to follow, Mr. Devlin.”

  His expression lightened slightly. “Ditto, Miss Shaw.”

  Eva found that hard to believe. The two men she had been with previously had been as inexperienced as she was, and she had acted purely on instinct when making love with Finn just now. Besides which, she had seen some of the photographs in the newspapers and magazines of Finn and some of the beautiful women he dated...

  “Now you’re the one who’s frowning.” Finn leaned on his elbow beside her before smoothing that frown from her brow. “I never say things I don’t mean, Eva,” he assured huskily. “You drained me dry,” he added teasingly. “So much so, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand up!”