Page 74 of Alpha Exile

I swallow, fully afraid of this next admission, and just as certain I owe it to both of us to make it. "I've been struggling with physical attraction towards you for a while now. Since the Mating Ceremony at least, but I think it was there before then, all along. I didn't know how to tell you, or how it would change our friendship, so I was too chicken to say anything. But yeah, I wanted it."

"Oh." He studies the wall behind me for a long moment, while my pulse races so fast that my chest aches a little. Then his brows twist together, and he sounds a little shocked as he says, "I think—I think some part of me wanted you too. I always thought it was just friendship. But yesterday, when there was nothing left of me but my pure id, all my thoughts and desires on the surface, my first instinct was to get on my knees and suck your cock. Which I think Finn would say is a sign."

Delilah makes a strangled sound. "I think it's a bit more than a sign, Roarke."

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is."

He shoots me a lopsided smile, which I return with a laugh, feeling young and more than a little stupid. Then he leans forward a little, and I do too, until Delilah squeals out, "Kiss!"

We do. It's awkward, and strange, his mouth rougher on mine than I expected, the stubble of his cheeks rubbing against my skin. But his scent is warm and comforting, and as I lean into his touch, opening my lips curiously, I feel oddly at peace and at home.

When we part, I look into his blue eyes, and they're the clearest I've ever seen them. For the first time in days, I feel like I can relax fully, becausethisis him. This is Roarke, my best friend and rock in life.

Delilah sits up and tugs on Roarke's arm, pulling him back into bed. He grabs me in turn and yanks me up. We fill the mattress, too many broad shoulders and long legs, until Delilah shoves the pillows off to make room.

She grabs onto Roarke's shoulders and kisses him, her mouth sliding open on his, one of her legs landing between mine. Then she pulls me down to kiss her, and I reach towards her pajama bottoms, tugging them down and sliding my hand between her thighs until she gasps into my mouth.

Roarke reaches across her neck, his clever fingers delving into my boxers and finding my half-aroused state. He nuzzles into my neck and nips my skin as he strokes me. The unfamiliar, broad touch of his hand is electrifying, and I groan against Delilah's lips as I push my hips forward into his calloused grip.

Parting her legs, Delilah presses up against me, and I slide my fingers into her warmth. Her hands reach up to Roarke's briefs, which she yanks down, revealing his reddened length. His eyes flutter half-closed as her hand wraps around him—then he gasps, moaning as I bring my hand up to join hers, the two of us engulfing his shaft.

Watching his face, I revel in the shocked arousal that crosses his expression. My cock hardens and twitches at the sight of it, and I press my hips down instinctively. Delilah pushes her thigh up to rub against me, her legs parting and her warmth sliding across my skin.

Roarke and I both dip our mouths down to her neck, and she moans as we take turns kissing and sucking on her skin. I tighten my hand around Roarke's shaft as he shoves her pajama shirt up, revealing the flushed pink of her nipples. With one of them in my mouth and her thigh between my leg, his arousal flushed on my fingers, I feel a desire so sharp and aching that it compares to nothing I've ever felt before.

"I love you both," Delilah gasps, surging up beneath us as we kiss her skin. "I love you so, so much Kieran. And you too Roarke. I don't want anything between us to change for the worse, but Idowant you both to be happy."

Blinking down at her, I murmur, "I want you to be happy, too."

"And so do I, Dee." Roarke nips her cheek, his hips canting down and his arousal settling tightly in my fist. "You saved me, both of you. I love you more than words can say."

I feel a shiver as he looks over at me and murmurs, "And I definitely love Kieran. Especially when he does—ah, that."

His eyes flutter closed as I stroke him with a twist of my fist, jolts of arousal shuddering through me. "You mean this?"

"Yes." Lips pursing, his skin flushes pink as he grabs my arm and tugs at it until I increase the speed of my stroke. "Your hand is—different. Strong and calloused."

A smirk tilts up the corners of my mouth. "Yeah, dude, that's because I'm aman."

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed." Snorting, he reaches across to grab my shaft, and my whole lower body trembles as he starts to jerk it tight and fast. "In case you've forgotten, yesterday I putthisin my mouth."

"Oh, I didn't forget. Iwasthinking of returning the favor, though."

Roarke's eyes flash with desire, and he pushes down into my hand. "Then let's do it."

I look down at Delilah and murmur, "But how to include her?"

"Of course, you're right. We don't want to forget Lilah." Reaching between her thighs, he presses his fingers up into her and crooks them until she whimpers, wriggling beneath us. "Someone needs to put a tongue here until she's satisfied."

"I want to sit on your face while you suck Roarke off," Delilah says to me, biting her lower lip and flushing. "And I want to suck you off. Then maybe, if you haven't both come, we can play around some more like we did yesterday. There are condoms in the nightstand—so we can be more careful this time."

Roarke flushes, murmuring, "I'm sorry, again, that I did that. It was barbaric."

"It was an accident," she murmurs, flattening her hand against his cheek. Then she looks over at me and smirks. "Now, lie flat on your back and put your head over the edge of the bed so we can get started."

I grin at her lazily. "Yes ma'am."

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but we settle into a spot with me on my back, Delilah on top of me with her thighs over my face, and my head just over the edge of the bed, where Roarke stands. He brings his shaft to my face and presses the head past my lips, moaning softly as I suck on him experimentally.

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