Finn

by Romi Hart

  Fucking her took him to another world, but this was nothing but pure pleasure. Her hand rolling his foreskin all the way up and over his head, only then to draw it down to expose his red-hot rod—that and her magical mouth coating him with her golden saliva—those things she did only for him, to give him pleasure. They gave him more undisguised satisfaction even than the main event.

  She burrowed lower and scooped up his nut sack in her gentle grasp. She rolled his balls in her fingers so softly he almost couldn’t stand the incredible bliss of it all. He didn’t stop her. She could do whatever she wanted and he would love it.

  She played with him to her own sighing delight until she wanted to pull more of his clothes off. She left off only long enough to scoot down his pants and briefs. She exposed his ass and crushed him into her before she went back to stroking him.

  He let his brain shut down in the dreamy smooth paradise of her caress. She whispered to his heart and soul that she would take him home. She would take him somewhere he never dreamed of. She would take him to the one place in all the world he wanted to be more than any other.

  Was this house that place? He wouldn’t be the least surprised. He didn’t revolt against it if it was. If she was bringing him here, he accepted it. He wanted it. He was happy here with her.

  He let his body take over and pumped his cock into her hand in the first thrusts of consummation. He drifted into the illusion he was entering her and finding completion in her.

  She tore off his kiss again and slithered under his chest. She shuffled under him, and the next thing he knew, her mouth closed around him in a hot, wet vise that blasted his mind to smithereens.

  She swallowed him down into her tight, muscular throat and he couldn’t stand it. He picked up his rhythm without missing a beat. He stroked into her mouth shuddering with every lash of her amazing tongue around his shaft.

  He braced his arms. He couldn’t control his movements now. Her mouth felt too damn good. He plunged all the way down to the back of her throat. Her breath breezed into his hair and her lips touched his nut sack. She was taking him, all of him.

  He convulsed in agony, but he couldn’t stop diving into that mouth. She whined in utter rapture at every bottomless thrust. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and pulled him down. She arched her neck to open her throat. She gulped down every inch while her body whipped in all directions trying to contain the tension breaking her apart.

  She let go of his legs and let him pump into her at his own pace. She attacked her clothes and kicked them away to reveal her snow-white body. She caressed her own breasts and fingered her slit driving herself wild while he fucked her mouth.

  When he dared to open his eyes, he saw her writhing and whimpering in open hunger for him. He couldn’t take her like this much as he wanted to. He had to feel her. He had to get inside that body and fill it with himself.

  He straightened up and his cock fell out of her mouth. She tried to catch it again, but he broke free and turned his attention to her body. He reached behind him and slid his fingers between her legs to take the place of her hand.

  She cried out when he entered her on a slippery tunnel of syrup. She seized his shoulders gripping him for all she was worth, but he already got hold of himself. He wouldn’t lose himself again.

  He sat back on the bed and observed his black hand moving against her whiteness. His skin blended with the night and became a shadow from a spirit world. Her milky smooth flesh glowed luminescent in streetlights outside. She shone in all her primal thrashing mania.

  She twisted on his fingers and her juice coated his knuckles. He studied the rapturous waves of delight coursing through her. She arched and thrust her cherry breasts where he could suck them and pinch them and tease them.

  Her cries rose to screeches. She clutched his wrist and scratched at his chest. She chewed her lips and her eyes rolled in their sockets. He studied the curious mix of light and dark moving together in a cocktail of ecstasy and completion.

  He tilted up on his hands and knees. She cracked her legs apart and her sweet pussy parted to receive him. He took a position kneeling between her thighs. He watched the mystical joining of his black shaft sliding into her white cavern.

  The head disappeared between the puffy pink lips trembling around her cleft. She wrapped her legs around him and her alabaster thighs kissed his black sides. Another inch of his monstrous length vanished inside the stark whiteness of her being. She bucked clawing at the sheets and at his stomach. She grabbed fistfuls of his ass and tried to propel him into her, but he held back.

  He wanted to see every black inch drill that intoxicating red gash. He wanted to see every ethereal curve of flesh meeting flesh. He wanted to feel every blistering shudder with nothing blocking him.

  She whimpered and mewed for him. She lunged off the bed to capture him inside her. She dove at his chest and bit him, only to collapse back sobbing and moaning.

  Her face contorted in climax. Her pussy muscles undulated up and down his shaft squeezing her juices down his veins. The glistening honey dribbled to his nuts and sealed him to her ass. He stuck when he penetrated her and slapped her hips driving in tight. Then he withdrew his black meat and observed again the long stroke to plunge inside.

  She grabbed him everywhere. She caressed his cheeks. She ran her fingertips up his spine and over his hair. She scratched his chest and dug her nails into his ass. Everything she did, every glistening tear in her eye fired his passion for her. He wanted to be inside her and nowhere else in the world. This was the place she would take him, this mind-blowing togetherness where her rapture overflowed his senses.

  Her aroma floated into his nostrils and told him he was already home. He was where he was supposed to be and he never needed to be anywhere else. He didn’t need to prove himself. He didn’t need to explain anything to anybody.

  His arms started to tremble. He couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He let himself sink on top of her and she folded him into her embrace. His sweat mixed with hers, but none of that completed the destiny occurring in this moment.

  She launched off the bed and he hauled her over on top of him. He didn’t want to let her go. Much as he would like to see her face when she sat on him, he needed her in his arms. He kept her near him and she spread her sugar all over him. Her hair scattered across his face and filled his brain with her smell. She kicked her legs on either side of his hips riding his cock faster and harder and deeper than he could ever fuck her.

  Her breasts and stomach heaved against his torso and he sank back under the onslaught. She flew into a wild rage shrieking in his ear and hurling herself down on top of him. She destroyed herself harder than he dared. Her nectar bathed him and baptized him in delicious belonging without end.

  16

  Claire felt Finn’s eyes on her and stole a peek at him. His unwavering gaze skidded down her pressed business suit to her high heels and back up to her hair draped over her navy shoulders. She shrank from that gaze. “What?”

  “Nothing.” He bit back a grin. “Nothing at all.”

  She checked her phone and switched it to Mute. “If you have something to say, you better say it now. Don’t even think about making any comments once we get inside.”

  “I wasn’t going to say anything.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. He wore a clean black t-shirt and tanned work boots the same way he did the first day he waltzed into Bernard Novak’s office. “I wouldn’t dream of making a comment inside. You don’t have to worry about me.”

  “I know you wouldn’t. I just…. I guess I’m nervous.”

  “Nervous—you?” He snorted. “I don’t believe it. Nothing rattles the Novaks.”

  She started forward. They entered the foyer of the partnership annex. She didn’t trust herself to speak until they got into the elevator. Thank God they had the car to themselves. “This is different from all our other negotiations with the Prometheus Crest, though.”

  He faced front and didn’t look at her. He kept
his gaze on the doors. “How so—because I’m representing both Crests? I don’t see how that makes a difference.”

  “Not that. This is the first meeting specifically intended to hammer out the alliance itself.”

  Finn shrugged. A strange silence surrounded him. It held him at a distance from everyone, including Claire. She couldn’t reach him, not by touching him or even by talking to him. “I guess we’ve been hammering out the alliance from the beginning. It just took Victor and Bernard this long to catch up with us.”

  She pivoted around and stared at him. “By us, do you mean us? We’ve been hammering out an alliance from the beginning? Is that what you mean?”

  He let his impenetrable dark eyes slide to her face. “Is there a difference between us and the two Crests? We forged an alliance between you and me. Now we’re forging one between the Crests, but it started with you and me.”

  She could only stare at him in amazement. Never in a million years would she have suspected he could become this…. this force of nature, this unstoppable machine that plowed over everything blocking him from his aim.

  He swung around and faced front again. Just like that, he sank into his own world where she couldn’t follow. “We wouldn’t be walking into this meeting right now if you and I didn’t come to an understanding first.”

  She felt silent. What could she really say to him? He existed somewhere apart from her. They were going into this negotiation to form an alliance between SeamStream Crest and the Prometheus Crest.

  He belonged to SeamStream Crest. He had to now that they were together as an acknowledged couple, but he also belonged to the Prometheus Crest. She belonged only to SeamStream. That made him something different from her. In her father’s house, in her bed, in their own private room, he was SeamStream. He could even be SeamStream doing business in this office as a member of their Crest.

  Only now, when he walked into a meeting between both Crests, he took on his other self, the self that belonged to both Crests equally. She couldn’t join him in that. She had to remain behind on the SeamStream side of the wall. Would he return to her? Would he go back to being the Finn she loved so much?

  Since they returned to Anarock, she fully embraced her love for him. She didn’t try to hide it. Why should she? Everyone in her family knew she lived with Finn in his room in the Novaks’ house. She loved him. She gave her life to him. She gave herself over completely to their personal, private alliance.

  The elevator opened and Finn strode into the reception area of Bernard Novak’s office. He didn’t hesitate. He marched out of the elevator like he owned the place.

  He strode up to Victor Griffin and Colonel Weeks standing near the reception desk. Finn stuck out his hand and Victor clasped it. “Good to see you again, man. Are we cool?”

  Victor swiveled around to face him. “How could we not be cool? I sent you here to seal an alliance with these people and now we are. The whole Prometheus Crest owes you a big one for this.”

  Finn shrugged and confronted his father. “I’m sorry I haven’t been back to Ogru-Kuche recently, Sir. I know I’m neglecting our family and I intend to correct that as soon as these negotiations allow.”

  Colonel Weeks grasped his hand between both of his. “You aren’t neglecting anything. You have more important things to consider over here. We all understand that. I’m proud of you, son. I’ve never been more proud.”

  Finn waved to one side. “This is Claire Novak. We’re living together at the Novak family home on St. Charles Avenue. Bernard and I want to invite you and Elliot over for dinner to introduce you to the family, but Bernard was worried it would interfere with the negotiation. I just want you to know this is official, Sir. Claire and I—we’re official.”

  “Of course, you are, son,” Colonel Weeks murmured. “You wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t.”

  Finn turned to address Claire. “This is my father, Colonel Horace Weeks, and this is Victor Griffin.”

  Colonel Weeks rotated to offer his hand to Claire. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last, young lady. I can see my son is in good hands.”

  Blood rushed to Claire’s cheeks. “Thank you, Sir. It’s an honor to meet you. Your reputation in Anarock precedes you.”

  Victor moved forward. “Congratulations, Finn. You really landed, didn’t you?”

  At that moment, Bernard and Damien emerged from the conference room. They advanced on the party and shook hands with everybody before Bernard gestured behind him. “Shall we get started?”

  “By all means.” Victor went first with Colonel Weeks at his side.

  Finn hung back to walk next to Claire, but she sensed him slipping farther and farther out of her reach. She walked into that conference room a thousand times, but never like this.

  Bernard and his children took their usual places. Victor resumed the same seat and Colonel Weeks sat down next to him. Finn assumed a position standing behind Victor’s shoulder. He clasped his hands in front of him and leveled his brutal gaze at the Novaks.

  That left Claire to sit with her family. She felt the full weight of Finn’s unflinching stare. Nothing would budge him.

  Bernard swung his chair and rested his fingertips on the tabletop in his usual way. “Finn tells me your friends the Special Forces squad is at large and causing mayhem and havoc in the Quag.”

  “So we hear,” Victor replied. “We have Claire to thank for driving them off more than once.”

  “And we have Finn to thank for the same thing.” Bernard glanced down the table toward his daughter. “It appears these two have already sealed an alliance between themselves, so I suppose we have no excuse not to do the same thing.”

  Victor didn’t pivot his chair from side to side, but he rested lightly in it. Bernard didn’t intimidate him. He never did. “There’s the little matter of sharing information between our Crests. These two might have come to an understanding about that, but you and I still need to discuss the details.”

  Bernard shrugged. “If we become allies, we will share our information with you. You will have access to the same resources we use.”

  Victor raised one eyebrow. “All information—without reservation? Is that the information you’ll share with us?”

  Bernard gave the slightest shift in his seat. Claire never saw him so close to revealing uncertainty. “As you wish. We will share all information without reservation if that will satisfy you. Can you offer the same transparency?”

  “Why not?” Victor spread both hands. “We have nothing to hide from our friends. We only keep secrets from our enemies. Isn’t that right, Bernard?”

  Bernard blushed. Now that Claire saw him expressing such unvarnished disquiet, she fully comprehended how much this alliance meant to her Crest. “Of course. You’ll have to forgive me. This is the first alliance our Crest has ever sealed with anyone. We’re exploring new terrain.”

  “So…what information would you like from us?” Victor asked. “You know Rhiannon Phillips is hiding out in one of our hunting villages. You could turn around and sell that information to NightRage and get her killed along with everyone assigned to protect her.”

  Bernard rotated his gaze sideways to the Zen garden. “We have no interest in Rhiannon Phillips. We are perfectly satisfied with leaving her where she is.”

  “Finn also tells me you know you know how to locate the Omega Battalion,” Victor went on. “Is that true?”

  Bernard made a face. It was Damien who spoke up. “They aren’t here. They aren’t on Earth anymore.”

  “We know that,” Colonel Weeks cut in, but Victor held up a hand to silence him.

  “We only know what they did when they came to Earth,” Damien told him. “We lost track of them when they left this dimension. We don’t have the ability to track them beyond the portal.”

  “But you know of people who can track them,” Victor prompted. “You could also give us advanced warning if they ever come back to Earth.”

  “They already have come back to Eart
h,” Damien replied. “We told Finn about the two girls who showed up in our territory and tried to infiltrate our Crest. He should have told you all about it.”

  Victor opened his mouth to say something, but Finn himself interrupted. “Tell us how you know the Special Forces squad was going after the Omega Battalion. They attacked multiple random outposts of New Breed and even shot up a few humans. What makes you think they knew anything about the Omega Battalion or that the Battalion was their target?”

  Bernard snorted with laughter. “You should know that, Finn. Claire can hear every word they speak in this world.”

  “I don’t believe you,” Finn returned. “If you know everything they’re doing and why, explain to us why they’re attacking non-Battalion targets. If they’re operating under US military authority, why are they killing humans? They’re wearing Green Berets in plain view of everybody. They’re not even making any effort to hide their identity.”

  Bernard bit back a grin, but he wouldn’t look at the Prometheus Crest people. He kept swiveling his chair one way and then the other looking everywhere but at them. No one breathed around the table. Claire sensed her brothers and her sister holding themselves tense waiting for their father to answer.

  That silence went on and on. Nothing broke it. Victor and Colonel Weeks studied each person one after another. They couldn’t understand why their so-called allies didn’t front up and answer already.

  Finn’s eyes found her. All at once, Claire knew she couldn’t keep silent. Her father and her clan didn’t have an alliance with the Prometheus Crest yet, but she had one with Finn. They shared information through their blood and their sweat and their saliva. “We don’t know.”

  Bernard whipped around fast. “Claire! Hold your tongue.”

  Claire sat rooted to her seat. She didn’t take her eyes off Finn. He offered her the only anchor to sanity she would find in this madhouse. “We don’t know what they’re doing or whose authority the Special Forces squad is operating under. Dorian and I overheard them talking about the Omega Battalion. They are looking for the Battalion, but we don’t know why they’re targeting New Breed or humans. That’s the truth.”