Game of Destiny – A Thrilling Tale of Power, Love & Fate

From between the trees Finlay came walking. My heart stopped as I took in the moment. I drew in my mate’s scent again

and relief washed over me as I recognised it. It was Finlay’s scent. Finlay was my second chance mate? He didn’t stop as

he reached me, he stepped into my space, took a grip on my neck and kissed me as if his life depended on it. I wrapped

my arms around his neck and responded to the kiss. Sparks danced where our skin touched. These sparks were miles

from the ones I had felt with James. I welcomed the tingling sensation. Finlay kept moving forward, making me back up

into the trees and bushes. I didn’t care. The only important thing was our kiss and the sparks. When my back hit a tree

trunk, we stopped moving and Finlay pressed his body against mine. He ended the kiss and looked into my eyes. I could

see how close to the surface his wolf was, mine was as well. She felt her mate, her real mate, the one she had been

accepting all along.

“You are mine,” Finlay told me. The presence of his wolf made his voice dark and growling.

“You’re my mate,” I told him. He smirked.

“I am.” Then he kissed me again. I desperately wanted to feel more of the sparks. The kiss and my hands on his neck weren’t enough. I tugged on his tie until I got it off him. I threw it into the bushes. Finlay took a handful of my hair and

tilted my head to the right, exposing my neck to him. He kissed his way down it, and I shivered as my fingers did their

best to unbutton his shirt. He growled in approval as the last buttons were undone and I placed my hands flat against his

six pack. He licked his way up to my ear and I let out a needy sound. “Do you feel the sparks, Red?” I hummed and let my

hands travel up over his naked skin. Enjoying the sparks and exploring each valley and rise of his muscles. I watched my

hands travel over his chest as he kissed my neck, his hand still tangled in my hair. My eyes found the tattoo he had on his

chest. Sam, Martin and Finlay had gone on a boys trip a couple of years back and they had all come back with tattoos. Martin had blue mountains with a howling wolf in front of them tattooed on his upper arm. He had been proud of it and

showed me the moment they got back. Medow had told me Sam had tattooed her name on his ribs. I had asked Finlay

what he had tattooed, but all I had got was that it was personal. I had been tempted to sneak a peak when we shifted,

but it went against all social norms, so I had refrained. Now he was all mine to look at. I found it and took it in. It was the

size of a baseball and had a rounded shape. In the background, there were mountains. The same mountains which

surrounded the pack land. As the centre of the tattoo, there was a flower. I recognised it, it was an armeria flower. It took

away all over again and I placed my hand over it. Finlay stopped kissing my neck and

my hand.

you like

had it done years

for a long time who owns my heart,” he told me. With

didn’t hesitate. He responded to my feverish kiss with just as much passion and need. His free

around him, but

whispered against my lips. I smiled.

hip. Finlay rolled his hips against me and I whined out

control. I will take you back to the cabin, it

We can

be against a tree in the woods,” he

to pull me to him. He kissed me with a devouring need. I let my hands run over Finlay’s skin under his shirt. He let go

us together. Finlay took a grip

summer air. He broke the kiss and covered one of my nipples with his

play with it. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, tilting my head back against the tree. My fingers curled

pull him closer to me. A low rumble came from Finlay, sounding approving.

He took a firm grip on

when I did my best to move against him. The bulk of my skirt hindered me

new wave of sparks danced

sound you’re making,’ he linked me. I wanted more,

tried to get his belt open, I was distracted by his skilful mouth and his hand which caressed

the thing for far too long, I lost my patience and used

He kissed his way up my

question and instead of answering it, I gripped his hair and pulled him into a kiss. He

still had on my hair to secure me to him. With the belt out of the way, I made quick work of

cock, still separated from

was doing and was relying heavily on what I had read in romance books.

and firmed my grip. His hold on my ass shifted and his hand moved over

ended the kiss and looked at

told him. He

need to stop,” he said. As he

moved his hand in the

at a

I panted. All his focus was on me. The fire in his eyes was scolding

in me and let go, I will catch you,” he told me. I trusted

heard Finlay growl in approval. It sent me off into a smaller

around his neck. “That was just the test drive,

and kissed his

lot of energy to burn,”