Page 60 of Fated Exile

I feel it as the wave of orgasm crests inside her. She shakes against me, thighs tightening on my head, clamping on the tip of my tongue. I hum against her in pleasure, enjoying the way her whimper of delight turns into a short, happy yowl that she lets out into the night sky for our pack to hear.

It occurs to me that Roarke could be standing at the edge of the circle right now, sneaking a look just as I was before, and the thought makes me grip Delilah tighter and suck her so hard she cries out in agonized delight. Shaking my head against her, I give her sex one last hard lick then pull back to survey the fruits of my labor.

Her skin is sweaty and glistening, the mating threads between us straining between our bodies and gathering near her core. They swim back and forth, knotting together and tying tighter because of what we've just done. Smiling at the peaceful feeling that flows through me at the sight of them, I press a kiss to Delilah's body, then stand up and grip her hips.

"I've been wanting to do that to you all night," I confess, tugging her against my body and grinding my bare length onto her belly. Her eyes have changed over from green now, one turned blue, the chipped eye now silver. "Your pussy tastes amazing, Delilah. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"It doesn't hurt to be repeated." She stretches up on her tiptoes to kiss me, her breasts swaying forward to rub against my shirt, her nipples peaked. As she pulls back she digs her claws into my shirt, a distinct ripping noise following her actions. A light breeze caresses my skin, and Delilah looks up at me curiously as she asks, "Whatdidit taste like, though?"

"You," I tell her, pausing to think. "Smoke and lavender. A bit of chocolate. And... and citrus." I swallow as I admit, "I don't think that part was your taste, though."

"Oh?" She grabs my pants and rips them open completely, the nearly brand-new denim falling to the stones. I swear I get harder, especially as she says, "I guess you'll have to experiment to find out if it was."

"I guess so." Pushing my fingers into her hair, I revel in its silkiness, then admit in a quiet voice, "But I don't want to ruin things between us. I love you so much, Delilah, I always have."

The words feel heavy and weighted, even as they lift two hundred pounds of weight off my shoulders. I've been wanting to say them for so long, even though I know that I've said them before, in my younger years when I was so foolish and easy with my affection. Now, though, there's no denying how much I mean them, and how much I always will.

Even if she never fully returns my love—a spurning I would accept, because I deserve it after what I've put her through.

"I love you too," she says, the words sinking into my chest and sending thrills down my spine. Our white mating threads dance at them, stretching and twisting with joy. "Nothing is going to ruin things between us, Kieran. We've gone through fire and come out the other side stronger. Whatever happens next, I'll face it with you."

We kiss, her tongue twining with mine, her naked body rubbing up against me. She reaches down to stroke me, and I jump at her attention, moaning into her mouth. The wolf inside me growls eagerly, the sound reverberating in my chest. He wants to mate with her, to rut her into the ground, and he isn't the only one.

Pulling back from the kiss, Delilah adds in a sly voice, "And if what you want to face next is some fun time with Finn, I'll face that with you too."

I snort. "Only if he gets less into himself."

"I'll be sure to tell him that," she teases. More seriously, she adds, "And since you have to share me, it's only fair that I share you, too. Not with some other bitch in heat—" she scowls at the thought, "—but I certainly wouldn't say no to watching you playing with Roarke, if that's what you want."

I swallow, the proposal feeling too big and too strange to even consider.We're like brothers,Roarke has said, and I think he meant it. But Delilah trusting me with that much, and loving me that much, means a lot.

"I'll think about it," I tell her, cupping her face and kissing her. "Especially if you think it'd be hot."

"Oh, Idefinitelythink it would be hot. Finn isn't the only one." Grinning, she throws her left leg up and rubs against me, her eyes sparking with mischief when I shudder and press my hips forward. "Right now, though, I'm thinking the hottest thing will be when you come inside me."

I'm not going to disagree with that. Grabbing her legs, I pull her up and wrap her around me. She bends her knees and winds her hands around my neck, her blue-and-silver eyes staring straight into mine. The wolf inside me growls as her claws dig into my back, and my own claws flex against her ass, the curvy weight of her undeniably hot.

Then she kisses me at the same time as she lowers herself onto my raging erection.

I shudder and nip her mouth, twisting my hands on her ass and stroking up into her. The warmth and wetness of her sex welcomes me in and beckons me, wrapping my length in pure pleasure from head to balls. She gasps as she uses her thigh muscles to draw herself up and back down on me, her silken entrance tightening on me and gripping me hard.

I pull her against my chest and tighten my arms around her back as I thrust up into her, enjoying how much control she has in this position, how she uses her strength to move up and down on me. Grabbing onto the end of her silky maroon hair, I tug on it and suck a kiss into her neck. Delilah whimpers, clenching rhythmically on me with pleasure.

As she quickens her pace and starts to moan, her body holding onto me tight, I know that it won't take long. So I shift her weight to one of my arms, enjoying the new strength my healed wolf has, and twist my other arm so I can rub my thumb against her clit. She gasps and arches her body against me, wetness slicking my cock as she comes on me.

For a long moment she freezes on my body, her nails digging in tight, her mouth a wide O of surprise and pleasure. I kiss her cheek, bounce her up and down on me, and gasp as my own release approaches.

When she whimpers in anticipation, my name falls from her lips: "Kieran."

That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I shudder and hold her tighter as I come, a dizzying array of emotions surging through me. Kissing her neck, I murmur her name against her skin, and release myself into her body as she clenches me tight and gasps against me.

It takes a long moment for my orgasm to be done. Every bit of anticipation, every moment of wanting, is drenched out of me by her body on mine. I feel wrung out by the end of it, my entire length slicked with wetness, which spills out of her and lewdly onto the stones below us.

Delilah wraps her legs around me and kisses me for a long moment, her weight shifting onto my waist and arms as she relaxes fully against me.

I don't want to let her go, hate slipping out of her. So I bring us to the ground slowly, kneeling and snuggling her in my lap. The mating threads surge between us, tightening and curling, knotting and lengthening. Then they begin to sink into our skin. She presses her body against me, her nipples still at attention, and I feel her suddenly in the back of my mind. It's a bright, clear presence, like a ringing bell, quiet but there if I need it.

The sharpness of her feelings catches my attention. She's warm, relaxed, pleased, and completely sated. But there's a big, growing part of her that's anxious as hell, fearful and afraid.

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