Page 99 of Fated Exile

"You mean quiet? Oh, hmmm..." He casts his eyes around, then brightens as he grabs his belt off the nightstand, where it somehow landed last night. "I'll bite down on this so I don't make a noise."

That's exactly what he does, stuffing his mouth with leather as I slide down him and take his hardened length in my hand. It should be comical, but with his incredible beauty, tawny brown skin, and muscles on muscles, it comes off as wildly sexual instead. I try to tamp down on my own arousal, not wanting to alert the guys to what we're doing while they have breakfast.

Thankfully I'm able to switch my attention over to Bastian fully, letting my own body cool off. He breathes out sharply through his nose as I bring him into my mouth, rolling him on my tongue and stretching my neck out until he slides back. Tapping into the mate bonds is easy now, and between that and his tightening muscles, I can sense it as I bring him to the edge.

He's like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. The sheet falls off of us as we both sit up, settling into an easy position, him sitting on the edge of the bed, me kneeling between his knees. I grab onto his hips and swallow him to the back of my throat. I hear his muted moan, sensing his orgasm coming. Sliding off him, I grab him in my hand and jerk him hard, aiming his flared head over my shoulder.

At exactly this moment, the door slides open, and I hear, "Delilah, you're going to miss—"

Bastian groans. I freeze, my hand tightening. Beneath me, the slick length jerks, and I watch in mute, horrified fascination as Bastian's hips roll forward and his orgasm shoots out of him.

Straight onto the floor at Finn's feet.

Thirty-Six

Finn

The smell of arousal is unmistakable in the room. Only question is,whois aroused forwhom,and what happens next.

Delilah shoots to her feet, wiping her wet mouth off and stepping in front of Bastian, who grabs onto his erection and leans back on the bed. "Do you need something? Right now?"

"There are some things to take care of in town, but they're not so urgent we can't hang around for a bit." I eye her first, then Bastian, who's staring at me with wide-open, dark eyes. He slides a leather belt out of his mouth, which gives me sinful ideas. "I'll leave, though, since obviously something is happening here. I can come back... or I can stick around."

I very obviously toe the door closed, keeping my eyes on each of their faces and trying not to linger too much on their bodies.

Delilah's flushed face. Bastian's still-noticeable length, which doesn't seem to have been tamed much by releasing itself. The pajamas Delilah is wearing don't hide her peaked nipples, and nothing hides the scent of sex lingering in the air. Not just because of the new stain settling on the carpet, but because of what they did here last night.

Oh, and did Ifeelthat through my mate bond with Delilah. All the way in my own apartment, which is on the same side of town as the house, close enough that I was tempted more than once to shift into wolf form, streak across town, and slip in through her bedroom window for a little fun. But we swore that we'd each have one-on-one time with Delilah on our days.

The thing is, it isn't Bastian's day anymore. And while I may have had Delilah just the other day, I'm not willing to forgo every day in between. Let Roarke have her this evening; I want to find out what will happen here next.

"I don't know..." Delilah looks back at Bastian, whose hand twitches on his length, then moves up and down suddenly as a moan slides from his lips. She colors as she looks back at me and shyly asks, "Do you even know what we would do?"

"I can go." I reach for the doorknob, stepping back and twisting it slowly. "Leave you two alone to have a little morning on your own—"

"Wait."

Bastian sits up, his hand falling off his erection, the taut muscles of his body shifting beneath his tawny skin, which is scarred from years of arena battle. He stretches and stands up slowly, unfurling to his full height completely naked, with long silky black hair sliding down his broad back. There's something slightly naive and innocent to him as he reddens and self-consciously hunches down, despite the massive hard cock between his legs and his incredible strength.

I swallow, trying not to get too excited, even though I can feel my body responding to the scent in the air and the tension that lingers between the two of us.

"I don't know why..."

Bastian's eyes flick back and forth between me and Delilah, who takes a step towards him and puts a gentle, pale hand on his arm. I stay frozen where I am, waiting for the moment when I'm invited in, craving it like a thirsty man in the desert.

"I don't know why it won't go down." He motions towards his erection, looking sheepish and embarrassed. "It keeps coming back up no matter what I do. Delilah just licked and sucked it, and it felt so good, but now it's back again."

I lick my lips, feeling Bastian's gaze on my mouth, and ease my hand from the doorknob. It takes everything in me to hold back on the reins, keeping myself at a distance as I note, "Sometimes it's like that, when sex is brand new. I used to get hard at the drop of a hat when I was a teen. I still do, but I know how to make it subside, or touch myself until I come. But I used to come three or four times in a day before I had self-control."

And in the days when Delilah first came to town. Hell, I came twice the other day just thinking about Bastian jerking it during the Mating Ceremony, and the third time I was interrupted because of a patrol emergency near the eastern border that turned into a false alarm. Only experience made it possible for me to subside my erection in time to shift and head out; when I was younger, I used to drive whenever possible so an ill-timed hard-on wouldn't pop out.

Thank all the elders and gods that we shift in a way to keep our clothes on as humans, or else I'd have more than a few uncomfortable moments to deal with.

"I don't know how to make it go away. Or how to really touch myself," Bastian admits, looking shyly at me in a way that pools all the blood to my crotch. "I've been touched... before. But it wasn't like I asked for it or it was nice. There was never any privacy, and now I don't know what to do when I'm alone."

"I can show you, if you'd like," I offer, glancing over at Delilah with heavy lids. She's biting her lower lip, and I feel the flush of arousal from her, scenting the air and flooding into our bond. "You can watch me touch myself, and I can show you how to do the same, or even let you touch me if you'd like. And I can touch you in a way that's more... pleasurable."

I do my best to hide my anger at the bloodsucking bastards who did this to him in the first place. It's a crime to cage any wolf, but especially one as virile, handsome, and strong as Bastian. He should've been out sowing wild oats and bonding with a mate who'd guide him through his sexual awakening—not cooped up in the darkness being toyed with for fun.

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