Page 56 of Mated Exile

I open up to him, pressing against him and twining my tongue with his. The bark rubs up against my lower back for only a moment before his hand is there, cradling me as I writhe and whimper against him. His mouth moves across to my cheek, down to my jaw, then my neck.

As he works his fingers inside me, thrusting them in and crooking them, his thumb curled towards my clit to rub it rhythmically, he growls into my ear. My wolf surges beneath my skin, shuddering and shivering with pleasure alongside me.

"It should be my cock inside you, Delilah," he says, nipping at my earlobe and sucking a circle on my neck. "We should be doing this in our pack's most sacred place. It's what I've wanted since the moment I saw you. Why I will tear every bloodsucker who ever threatened you limb for limb. You're what I want, and I hate denying myself."

Pressing down on his fingers and gasping, I murmur, "Tell me what you would do to me."

His chest rumbles, his fingers digging into my ass possessively. "I would tear your clothes off, pick your naked body up, spread you wide and thrust inside you until I felt you shudder and clench around me. You would be mine, and I'd leave a mark on you anyone would see and smell, long after the ceremony was over."

Lance thrusts another finger inside me, parting my wetness and doubling his efforts against my clit. He snarls low against my neck, his arousal trapped in his pants between us. "Delilah..."

I moan, arching against his touch and wrapping my legs tight against him. His fingers bottom out inside me, the heel of his hand trapped between my thighs, that thumb of his drawing pleasure from my clit. My head hits the tree and my body arches as I orgasm around him in shuddering waves, fingers digging into his broad shoulders. He watches me with half-lidded eyes as I drain my pleasure out onto his grip, that shocking white hair of his glowing in the moonlight.

Then slowly, I come down, and he draws his hand out so he can grab me and pull me against him. My legs unfold slowly, but don't even touch the ground as Lance picks me up and kisses me deep. I shuddering, rubbing my thighs up against his arousal, enjoying how I feel it twitch even through his pants.

He backs away, and for a moment I'm bereft of his touch, but he quickly takes his jacket off and throws it to the ground. Grabbing mine, he peels it from my body, and I shake my arms loose. It goes on the ground as well, and an instant later he's drawing me against him, flipping me around, and grabbing my hair in his hand. He tugs just enough that my body arches, his free hand reaching down between my slick thighs.

"I love the sound you make when you come." Nuzzling my neck, he grazes his teeth against my skin. "Get on your hands and knees so I can make you do it again."

Shivering, I feel his voice wind around me and press against my skin. I could disobey, but I don't want to, don't even consider it as I kneel down on the comfort of our shared jackets and splay my body out.

Lance kneels down behind me, his hands pushing up beneath my shirt, then my bra, to curve against my breasts. He strips those clothes off me as well; I hear the sound of something tearing, but it's a vague worry, especially as his fingers draw down to my thighs again. This time, instead of pushing them inside me, he parts my thighs and kneels between my legs.

Glancing down, I shiver, lips parting as I watch him get on his back between my knees and grab my hips. He draws me down onto his open, waiting mouth, and I shudder, hands fisting in the ground as his lips and tongue meet my pussy. Lance sucks lightly, then tongues my clit and moans against my skin.

Gasping, I fall forward, pressing against his mouth, shivering and trembling against him. He reaches up to grab my nipples and tweak them as my hips pulse downward against his mouth. I seek more and more of the touch of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, until he presses it inside my entrance and strokes there.

Soon I'm gasping and moaning, writhing against him and working my body up and down on his mouth. His stubble rubs against my thighs. I feel his chest rumble as my toes curl against the ground, the growl he makes vibrating against my body. Whimpering, I shudder and buck against him as a long, agonizing, drawn-out orgasm leaves my body, and Lance fucks me with his tongue all the way through it.

When I feel I'm done, relaxing and panting against him, my chest heaving, he draws back. I push up on my hands and knees and look over my shoulder at him, licking my lips. In a low voice I murmur, "It's your turn now. I want to touch you."

"Not quite." Grabbing my hips, he pulls me up, then reaches around and presses his fingers inside me again. I gasp, hitching against the touch of him inside my still-sensitive body. "If you touch me, Delilah, it'll all be over. And I'm not done with you yet. I want to feel you come against me one more time."

Then he reaches down, unzips his pants, and shoves the waistband of his briefs down. Reaching inside, he draws his length out. I only get a moment to see it in the bare moonlight, the dark skin taut over his arousal, before he slides it between my thighs and shoves his thumbs against my clit once more.

In a low voice he says, "I can feel your wet pussy against my cock. It's not the same as being inside you. But we'll get to that soon enough, when I know you're ready."

Gasping, I clamp down on him, my thighs grabbing both his hand and his warm length. He shudders, sliding it between my slick thighs. The head bumps up against my lower lips, and I have to bite back a groan of frustration, desperate to have it inside me.

Lance's fingers are skillful as they press inside me, curving within my body and rubbing at my clit. He sets a methodical pace, his cock sliding between my thighs, his free hand on my hips. I shiver and gasp as I feel his length grow slick and warm with precum and my wetness.

Then he's growling, low and deep, and he curves a possessive hand around my ass. Biting my lips, I gasp out, "Spank me."

He does, the flat of his hand arcing down on my ass cheeks. I watch him do it over one shoulder, moaning as he slides between my thighs and does it again. Pleasure crosses his expression, and he shudders, curving towards me and spanking me hard enough that I gasp out and spasm around him.

Then I'm coming, whimpering and surging against his hand. Lance holds me up as I fall forward, my arms giving out, my legs barely able to hold me up. He moans, quickening his pace, and I feel slickness between my thighs as I clamp around his hand. Wetness splashes out against my chest and streaks my body. I whimper, licking my lips and tasting him.

"Delilah..." Lance shudders, groaning as his cock empties itself against, another streak of cum spilling to the ground beneath us. "When I'm inside you, it'll feel twice as good."

I shudder, lower lips spasming around his wet fingers. "I can't wait."

We part slowly, Lance's hand leaving my body as I sit up on our now-dirty jackets. A breeze cools my chin. Seeing me shiver, he grabs me and draws me against him. I arch up to kiss his lips, putting my hands beneath his shirt and enjoying how his taut muscles jump at the coldness of my fingers.

"Next time we do this inside," he complains, lending me some of his warmth and nuzzling my neck. "I don't like feeling you shiver."

"I was shivering plenty for a different reason just a moment ago," I tease him.

We both get up, and I grab my shirt, wincing at the tiny rip in its collar, then put it back on along with my bra. It takes a moment to find my pants; Lance hands them to me. The underwear, unfortunately, is long gone. I stretch up to kiss his cheek as he zips himself up.

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