Page 42 of Alpha Exile

So I pace over towards them, stand behind Bastian straddling his legs with my feet on either side, and slip my hands around to push my fingers between his lips.

"Just relax," I murmur, feeling his body tense beneath me. Taking Finn's length in my free hand, I stroke it a few times, watching Bastian's body jerk in arousal at the sight. "You'll love the way Finn tastes. Just breathe through your nose and keep your jaw wide so you don't use any teeth."

Moaning against my fingers, Bastian murmurs, "I'm ready."

I tangle my fingers in his hair and push his head forward, watching Finn's eyelids flutter as his cock head presses past Bastian's ready lips and onto his tongue. He moans, hips hitching, waiting for Bastian to adjust to the intrusion.

Leaning forward, I tilt my chin up and kiss Finn, my fingers curling into the tarp beneath us. He reaches out to palm my breasts, playing with my nipples with his fingers, the arousal that strikes in me spreading between the mate bonds with each man and back again.

When I lean back and look down to watch them, I can see them: silver-white and black threads, spooling around and thickening, glistening and gleaming with power. They're growing stronger, our sexual and emotion connection feeding them.

Their strength grows as I grab Bastian's head and urge him forward, watching his eyes flutter closed and his hands tremble as they come to rest on Finn's strong thighs. He moans around the length in his mouth, which makes Finn moan as well, and the heat between my thighs threatens to become an inferno.

Then they pull back, and Bastian stands between Finn and I, impossibly tall, lean, and attractive. Shyly, he pulls his hair over his shoulder and looks back at me to ask, "Can I taste his mouth, too?"

I glance at Finn, who's waiting for me to give the go ahead. He's tense, aroused, curious—but completely willing to back off if I'm uncomfortable.

And I'm not uncomfortable, I realize. It doesn't bother me that my mates are attracted to each other. Hell, if the flush spreading through my body from nipples to thighs is any indication, it does the exact opposite.

I trust and love my mates. More than anything, what I feared most when I realized that I couldn't choose between them is that it would make them miserable. To have the opposite happen—for them to behappyin each other's presence instead of jealous—thrills me.

"Kiss each other." Leaning forward, I press my naked body against Bastian and reach up to press my palms against his shoulders. "I want to watch."

Finn's eyes flare with heat, and he tilts his face so that I can see him move forward to press his lips against Bastian's. The heat that flares within me grows, scorching up and down my body as their lips meet, tentative at first, then deeper and more sensual.

Reaching down between them, I find their cocks pressed together too. First I stroke Bastian's, enjoying the way his thighs shake against me, how he moans into Finn's mouth. Then I take Finn's and stroke it as well, his length warm and wet from Bastian's mouth.

A growl starts between us, first in Finn's chest, then in mine, until Bastian is growling as well, panting against Finn's mouth and thrusting his hips forward. I reach both my hands around his body to take each of their hard-ons in my grip and stroke them in tandem, enjoying the way Finn's eyes flare with his wolf and his canines lengthen.

Then Bastian is grabbing my hand, murmuring, "Enough. I want to watch you fuck him now. And if you keep touching me like that, I'll—I don't know what I'll do."

"Come, then get hard and come again?" Finn suggests wickedly, reaching down to wrap his fingers along Bastian's length just below mine, so that his entire shaft is held deeply. "We'll spare you from an early and repeated orgasm. Go fetch a condom from the camping supplies—god willing, Niall didn't forget them."

He packed a whole box, for which I'll have to thank him, though I'm sure there's just as much of a chance it was Cat's foresight as anything. Bastian passes one over and watches Finn roll it on his length, then turns towards me and maneuvers my body so my back is against him.

"Your skin is so soft," he marvels, stroking his calloused palms up and down my hips and thighs, then drawing his fingers between my legs and pressing them apart. "I missed touching you. When Delphine looked at us naked, I thought that she might touch us too, so I told myself I'd just pretend it was you and everything was alright."

I whimper, out of sympathy as well as arousal as Bastian's broad fingers reach between my thighs and press up against my lower lips. "She—didn't though, right? Did she?"

Finn meets my eyes and shakes his head no. "Not even a little bit. If she had—well, I would've fought that spell she had us under and ripped her intestines out. I'd like to see her survive that."

"I'm glad she didn't touch us," Bastian confesses, turning his head to kiss and nibble at the side of my neck. "I don't think she wanted to, anyway. She wanted the spirits. And we won't let her have us—or Roarke. You'll see."

Leaning back against his broad, strong body, I believe him. Especially when he grabs my legs and hoists me up, splaying my legs and leaning back so my weight falls on his chest. His erection bobs beneath me, curling up to rub against my thigh, but his isn't the length that enters me first.

Instead Finn steps into position, grabbing my legs and positioning his hips beneath me. Our eyes meet, his steady amber flicking to silver as he thrusts inside me and moans with desire. I gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders and digging my fingers in, leaning back against Bastian's strength and down onto Finn's arousal.

It takes us a moment to find our rhythm and balance, but when we do, it's so hot that all I can do is barely hold on. I twine my legs around Finn's waist and lean back against Bastian's strength. His cock slips between my thigh and Finn's stomach, his length thrusting up between our bodies as Finn thrusts inside me.

Bastian is kissing my neck on one side, and Finn is on the other, their moans and grunts loud for the forest to hear. I gasp and moan, bearing down on them and shuddering as Bastian reaches around to tweak my nipples, as Finn reaches down to press his thumb against my clit. Nestled between their strong bodies, I'm able to give into the sensations inside me without having to hold myself up.

It isn't long before the wolf inside me is surging to the surface and my orgasm is crashing down around me. I gasp as Finn thrusts into me through it, his mouth sliding against mine, his moans hot with pleasure. I feel the same pleasure spark within Bastian, our bond lighting up as he thrusts his length between us and spills himself.

Finn grabs my ass then, tilting his face down to kiss me. He thrusts inside me faster and harder, an almost frantic pace to his movements. Bastian grabs my knees to support me as I bounce between them, and then Finn's eyes meet mine, his whole body shudders, and he buries himself within me as he climaxes.

As he does so, shuddering and moaning, he slowly murmurs, "I'm so lucky to be with a mate who—who really sees me. Whowantsme."

"I'm the lucky one." Twining my fingers in his hair, I lean forward to kiss him, then confess against his lips, "I love you. I wish I'd said it sooner, but—it's true."

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