Page 100 of Fated Exile

Thankfully we can make up for lost time now. Especially if he's open to trying new things, despite all he's been through. I'm hopeful that he will be—but if he isn't, I'll just leave him to Delilah and find something else to do with myself.

After I jerk one out at the memory of his warm brown skin and bulging muscles alongside Delilah's soft curves and little gasps.

"I'd like that," he says shyly, sparking hunger inside me. "I think you could show me a few things. You already gave me some advice, and I—I liked watching you."

The wolf inside me surges to the surface, hungry and full of desire, so ready to go that I have to repress a growl. Before I can go any further, I glance over at Delilah, who bites her lower lip before asking, "Can I stay?"

"I'd love for you to stay. Bastian, what would you think of that?" I study his face and watch his cock twitch, my pants growing tighter. "Delilah could touch you a few different ways, too, and I could show you what I like to do to her."

His nostrils flare with interest, his chest shuddering as a glow of wolfish desire sparks in his eyes. "I would like that too."

"Good." Prowling forward, I strip my shirt off, then tug on Delilah's pajama top and jerk it off over her head. Watching her with lower eyes, I unbuckle my belt, strip my pants off, and tell her roughly, "Warm yourself up with your fingers while I show Bastian what I like, and we find out together what he likes. Tell me if you feel anything through the bond."

She inhales sharply, her green eyes intense. "I'll just watch from... over here."

"Let's sit on the bed," I tell Bastian, enjoying the way he does what I ask without question, his strong, large body folds as he lowers himself gingerly to the edge of the mattress. I yank off my briefs and do the same, my erection sliding out and springing up with eagerness. "I'm going to stroke myself, and I want you to watch me. See how I tighten my fist and slide my thumb across the slit of my cock—that's something you can try."

His eyes hungrily watch my movements, and I hear Delilah gasp as she slides her fingers into her loose pajama shorts and starts to touch herself. She's leaned up against the bookcase opposite us, face flushed and hair still sleep-muddled. I'm aware of her in the corner of my eyes as I jerk myself to a pulsing hardness, matching Bastian's raging erection.

"He likes that," Lilah says in a low voice, pitched for our ears and hungry with lust. "Bastian likes watching you touch yourself, Finn."

Oh how he does. I can see it in the way he slides his teeth across his bottom lip, his hips turned towards me, his length curving up towards his abdomen. In a low voice he asks, "Can you touch me like you're touching yourself?"

"Yes." I reach out with my free hand to take him in my grip, enjoying the way he shudders all over, like a wild stallion being gentled. I move my hands up and down in tandem, watching his face for a reaction. Then I release my own erection and tap on his broad, thick hand. "Now you touch me the way I'm touching you, and I'll tell you what feels good."

"Oh-okay." Bastian sounds shy and hesitant but reaches over eagerly, grabbing my shaft in a calloused palm with an obvious hunger to him that no straight man has. He moves his fingers up and down it awkwardly, murmuring, "Like that?"

"Tighten your grip—and make sure you slide all the way up. There." I shiver, restraining myself from thrusting up into his grip, wanting to feel his hesitant eagerness on my naked skin. "Grip tight when you slide your hand down to my balls. Like this."

I demonstrate on him, enjoying the moan that escapes his plush lips. Bastian does the same to me, his hand growing skillful and more confident the more we do it. He lowers his voice for my ears as he admits, "I've been touched, but I've never touched another man like—like this. Not on purpose. I think I like it."

"I know I like it," I admit, my thighs tensing as I push up into his tightened, calloused hand, the head of my cock leaking onto his palm with each jerk. "You don't feel ashamed, do you? Because you shouldn’t.”

"I think—I think I would, before." His nostrils flare, and he leans forward to stare down at my aroused body, jerking me with more and more confidence. "But now that I'm bonded with Delilah, and so do you, it feels normal. It feels nice, even. I don't think it's the same as when Demetri did it to me."

"That it isn't."

His lips are so close to me now that I feel an urge to kiss him, to suck on their plushness and bite down until he moans with pleasure. I resist, uncertain what the lines are here, which ones will upset someone if I cross them. As hot it is to touch Bastian like this, to feel his strained arousal in my hand and coax him into trying new things, Delilah is the one I love—and the one my eyes jerk towards as she whimpers in wanton pleasure.

She has her pajama bottoms around her ankles now, her underwear pulled down and her right hand between her thighs. Pale skin stretches to her breasts, the ends of her dyed maroon hair tickling her abdomen. Licking her lips, she watches Bastian and I jerk each other off as she touches herself, the desire pulsing from her through the mate bond heating up the room.

In a low voice she says, "I think we'reallenjoying this now."

"That we are." I flash my teeth at her and growl possessively, letting the wolf come to the surface now that everyone is clearly in the same headspace. "You look so lovely with your fingers in your pussy, my dear. I think you should try pinching one of your nipples."

She does, and shudders, pale skin flushed a deep red. This time Bastian growls, the sound seeming to surprise even him, his eyes wide and glowing eerily. He licks his lips and grabs the base of my shaft in a still hand as he glances over at me shyly and says, "It was hot when I got to watch you and Delilah have sex. I think... I think I'd like that again."

Desire pools deep inside me, and I feel myself twitch in his hand as my hips instinctively cant upwards. Bastian slides his palm up and down me, twisting his fist and thumbing the head without any shyness at all.

God help me, but I think I have a new favorite friend.

"Delilah, you heard the man. He wants to watch me fuck you." I shoot her a grin, enjoying the way she jerks off the wall and steps forward eagerly. "Grab a condom out of my pants and get over here."

"Glad to."

She sweeps my pants off the floor and finds a foil wrapper in them easily, then tugs it open with clever fingers. Bastian's hand slides off me as she approaches, and for a moment my erection is bereft, until she rolls the latex condom down it. I check it for fit as I slide back on the bed, then cock a brow at her and motion towards my lap, my hand falling off Bastian's glorious length.

"C'mon over and make yourself comfortable."

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