Page 43 of Alpha Exile

"I love you too, Dollface." Finn kisses me back, then slides a wicked smile across his lips as he slowly slips out of me. "Now turn around so we can get our boy Bastian hard again and repay him the favor."

My legs are jello as they lower me down, and I turn around to look up into Bastian's angular face. He has a soft smile on his scarred lips, and his eyes are wide, his expression anxious as he reaches out to cradle my face with his palm.

Softly, gentle, he says, "I think I love you too, Delilah. Only I'm not sure, because I don't know what love is? So maybe I'm wrong, but I think that I do."

"It's okay." I turn my head to kiss his palm, my heart aching at the tiny scars there, which mark nearly his entire body from head to toe. "I think I love you too, Bastian."

"Good. That's good," he says.

Then Finn guides me to my knees, takes Bastian's half-softened length in his clever fingers, and presses it into my mouth.

Bastian is out of anxious words pretty quickly. Instead he becomes nothing but moans of desire and sharp snaps of his hip as I relax my throat and take him deep inside my mouth, stroking the base of his erection with my tongue.

Once he's fully hard and on the edge, Finn pushes him back onto the tarp on his back, and reaches down to roll a condom over his length. Bastian's hips arch up at that—and stay arched as Finn grabs my ass, lifts me up, and presses me down onto him.

I gasp at the sweet pleasure of having him inside me. Bastian's hands scramble against my legs, his voice a plaintive whine of desire. Nestling in behind me, Finn kisses my back and neck, his legs straddling mine as he smoothly guides me up and down.

Then he reaches around to work my clit again, while Bastian reaches up to grab at my nipples, his movements inexperienced but instinctual. I gasp, back arching, throwing my head up towards the early morning sky as another orgasm crashes down on me and tightens my body on the length inside me. Finn sucks on my neck and presses his thumb inside me alongside Bastian's length, becoming a part of our lovemaking as well.

Afterwards, I slide off them and onto the tarp, nestling up against Bastian's side as Finn comes down to stretch out beside me. Our legs tangle together, and I leisurely kiss first one, then the other, and finally watch them kiss, wondering if there will be time for another round before we're joined by the others.

After long nights back to back, a difficult battle, and fulfilling lovemaking, I should be exhausted beyond all measure. But I'm not, because the mate bonds within me have strengthened and lent me their power, connecting me more firmly to the land beneath us and the pack that lives within our borders.

I can even feel the fire flowers spark within me, giving me the strength of their flames from miles away.

We keep kissing and touching, reveling in each other's bodies. Bastian, of course, is half-hard again within moments, and Finn is debating what new position he wants to try, when a voice interrupts us.

"Not so fast, Barber." Lance strides into the clearing, shirtless and already reaching for his waistband. He motions towards Finn's hand, which has crept between my thighs and is stroking towards my clit. "I did tell you not to tire her out too much. It's time for us to renew our bond—the bond of strength. And Iwon'thave any interlopers around while I make our Delilah mine."

I sit up, finding Kieran standing in the shadows behind Lance. As Finn, grumbling, shifts and heads out on his own patrol, joined by an equally reluctant Bastian, I stand up and pace over to Lance, feeling his eyes on me.

"Do you mind...?" I jerk my chin towards Kieran, stretching up to kiss Lance and smooth any jealousy away. "I think he could use a little bit of reassurance right now. As soon as I'm done with him, you and I will of course have our time together—more than once, since I'm not tired at all."

Grunting, Lance admits, "You don't seem tired." He looks over at Kieran as well, who is staring, forlorn and lonely, into the darkness. "I'm not like Finn. I don't like getting other men off, not that I mind that he does, since itdoesmake things faster. Or it would, if he didn't insist on going multiple rounds."

That's more Bastian's stamina doing that, but I stay on topic. "Kieran wouldn't want you to, anyway. You're... not the one he's thinking about."

Lance's brows jump, then settle thoughtfully. "I had noticed a little bit of something, well,morecoming from him towards Roarke. If you think it'll do him good to renew the bond sooner rather than later, I'll step aside."

"Good. Thank you."

"Just make sure it doesn't take too long," he adds, reaching around to squeeze my ass, his fingers digging in and slipping between my thighs. "It's been days, and my physical strength isn't the only thing that grew inside that cavern. My appetite has grown, Lilah, and I want—no,needto claim you."

I can feel that, the pulsing need from him like a crescendo in the back of my mind, growing with every moment. "I won't take long, I promise."

Lance kisses me one more time, then moves off into the shadows, where I have no doubt he'll wait, staying just as aroused as he is in this moment, ready to jump in as soon as he sees Kieran finish inside me.

He would be a troublesome mate to share if he weren't so pragmatic and patient.

I'm lucky, I reflect, that my mates get along so well.

Which is why I need to heal the broken hearted one standing in front of me, considering the darkness of an abyss.

Nineteen

Kieran

"You can't go in there alone."

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