Page 46 of Rejected Exile

Finn walks us back, together, towards the too-small bed. My knees collide with it and I fall onto its springy surface, gasping as his lips are wrenched from mine. Grabbing onto the waistband of his perfectly pressed designer pants, I glance briefly at the outline of his erection, then force my eyes up to his face.

The cool brown of his irises has almost disappeared, replaced by wide black pupils—and a thin, glowing rim of silver just around them, the wolf inside his human-shaped body rearing to the surface as his arousal grows.

"Finn." My voice comes out rough; he growls, low and quiet, and I lick my lips. "I don't know if I'm ready for—I mean, I want to, but maybe we shouldn't go all the way."

"Whatever you want, Delilah."

He takes my hands in his and kneels so I don't have to crane my head up so far to look into his face, but even on his knees he's tall. Not as tall as Lance, a little taller than Roarke, and well over the minimum six feet of height human men brag about.

Leaning forward, his nostrils flare, and I get the sense that he's sniffing me. The heat in my belly flares at the sight of it. Finn murmurs, "If you'd like, I can go down on you. Make this all about you and your orgasm—nevermind mine."

"That doesn't seem fair," I tell him, even as I shift on the bed, thighs sliding together as an uncomfortable amount of arousal pulses between them. "I mean, I don't want you to have to hold back."

"Technically, I'd have to—unless you kept condoms in your childhood bedroom, I don't have any." He raises an amused brow and cocks his head. "Or do you have any in that little tool belt you put around that hot little waist of yours? Don't think I haven't seen how it bounces against your ass when you walk."

My whole body feels like it's blushing. I didn't even think he was looking at me. "I don't have any condoms."

"Then I'm afraid it wouldn't be responsible for me to fuck you sideways today," he murmurs, leaning forward to nuzzle my cheek as he adds near my ear, "though don't think I don't ache thinking of it."

I swallow, hard. Now that he's said it more than once, in plain and undeniable words, I can't pretend like I don't want it too. Here I am sitting in my childhood bedroom, not a single piece of my clothing on the floor, and I've never been so turned on in my entire life.

Inhaling the coconut-sweet and fire-sharp scent of him, I murmur low, "You could come on my breasts, if you want to. Or my ass, if you're more inclined."

Finn groans. Turning his head, he lightly nips at my jawline. The suddenness of it startles me—and flares heat and pleasure deep inside me.

"God, you're stunning." He moves his mouth over to hover above my lips. "I don't know howanyonecould ever let you go. Kieran is an ass."

Though I respond to the hungry kiss that follows, hearing that name is like a bucket of cold water on my hot and aroused body. Finn's hands move across my back as he lowers me towards the bed and crawls up on the sheets to hover above me. Staring up at his handsome face, I try to summon the heat I wasjustfeeling before he said that last sentence.

Instead I can't stop dwelling on how much worse it will feel if he discards me too—especially if it comes right after a moment of intimacy.

Sensing my sudden tenseness, Finn moves back. His hands fall to the bed on either side of me. Our legs, tangled together at the edge of the bed, ease apart as he moves his knees to the side.

"I said something wrong," he murmurs, eyes roaming my face. "Was it too much? Did I get too explicit? I thought you enjoyed it, but if you didn't—"

"You mentionedhim." I hate the little hitch of my breath that follows the words. Fisting my hands in the sheets beneath me, I try to let the tension and anger go. "I'm sorry, it's stupid. We were having a good time. We should get back to that."

"Fuck. I'm sorry." Finn reaches up to brush his thumb against the side of my face, and I lean into the touch. "I'll make it better, Delilah. Just forget what an idiot I am."

He dips his mouth down towards my neck and presses a soft kiss to the hollow there. My breath hitches again—this time, for a different reason entirely. The ghost of a kiss trails across my skin as Finn's breath skims my clavicles. Then his hands reach up under my shirt, and he pulls back just enough to yank it up over my head and off my arms.

Heat pools in my stomach as he presses his mouth between my breasts. I let my eyes close, giving in to the moment, getting out of my head. Finn's hands push between my back and the sheets, his fingers curling around the clasp of my bra. Almost as soon as I feel his touch there, my bra is undone, and he's pulling that off too, tossing it to the floor.

Now that my upper half is naked, suddenly everything feels so much more vulnerable, as if all of me is on display. Finn pulls back, his eyes roaming my body with clear pleasure.

"You're so goddamned beautiful, Delilah." The heat in his voice turns the words low and deep. "I want to make you feel that more than anything."

He reaches down towards the apex between my thighs and brushes his thumb there, making me gasp, my hips lifting off the bed. Rubbing little circles on me through the fabric, he draws down against my body and hovers his mouth across my skin. It's like he can't choose where to touch me first—then, all at once, he decides.

First he sucks and kisses my left nipple. Then my right. As I moan and gasp, his thumb digs in deep between my thighs, and he palms me through too-thick fabric. I groan, wiggling as he draws my flesh into his mouth.

Slowly, teasingly, he moves his lips down, first just below my breasts, then lower. My stomach tightens and my abs flare in anticipation. Finn glances up at me briefly, and I see that his irises are all silver now, the wolf inside him like a predator pacing just beneath his skin.

He slips his hand out from between my thighs, reaches for the zipper of my pants, and unzips their closure. Then his thumbs hook under everything—denim and panties alike—and he pulls it all down towards my knees with a flourish.

I squirm, momentarily embarrassed at being exposed, even as aroused as I am. Finn's strong hands cup my knees and push my legs apart, his gaze inexorably roaming my bare naked flesh. His lips part, and the sound that leaves his mouth is a growl—pure, primal desire.

Then he's on me, his lips parting and mouth opening wide as he descends on my naked flesh. I cry out and arch against the bed as his tongue, lips, cheeks—all of it, press against my pussy and spark deep pleasure.

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