Page 67 of Mated Exile

"What's so special about the mate bond, anyway?" Finn arches a brow at me as he leans back against the counter. "When I joined the pack, I was given the whole spiel about joining your spirit and mind to another. There was a big tour of the Mating Circle and a lot of talk about the spirits of the elders. No one suggested that it was anything other than a marriage with a few side effects, though."

I lick my lips, mouth suddenly dry. "There are certain other... things that the bond causes to happen."

"Oh? Do tell."

Blushing, I pull at the collar of my shirt, skin suddenly heated. "It lets you feel things. Like your mate's emotions. Including what they're feeling when they... orgasm."

Finn's eyes crinkle up at the corners, heat banking in his gaze. "No one was that specific with me when they spoke about it."

"I had the benefit of growing up here," I tell him, leaning my head back to drain my glass, which has done nothing to quench my thirst or cool the heat tinging my skin. "The older girls liked to tell us all about it after they were joined in the circle. Apparently it's potent during the ceremony, but after that, not everyone feels... everything."

"But you and your mates will." Stalking towards me, Finn slides his arms around my waist, easy and casual. "Because of your hybrid nature."

"I imagine so." I have to tilt my head back to look into his face, my pulse beating faster and faster at his nearness and warmth. "I'm pretty sure I could do it now, like I said, even without the bond."

"Then let's do it." Swooping down, he kisses me soft and slow, his lips playing across mine, a tantalizing swipe of his tongue leaving me wanting more. "I want to find out what you feel when I make you come."

Swallowing, I put my hands on his chest and lean against him. "Let's do it, then."

Finn takes my hand and leads the way, pulling me towards the guest bedroom where I've made my home and laid my head down lately. He kicks his shoes off in the hallway and pulls the door shut behind him. As soon as it's closed, he backs me up against its solid surface, puts his hands on either side of my head and leans down to kiss me.

This time there's more than a hint of tongue. His mouth searches and claims mine, his tongue thrusting my lips open and pulsing electricity through my body. I grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging on it for balance, and he responds by leaning back to strip it off. His rich brown skin ripples across his pronounced muscles as he drops his hands to my hips and sucks kisses into the side of my neck.

"I'm waiting, Dollface," he murmurs as I gasp and twist against his tongue. "Show me what you can do."

Shuddering, I reach my awareness out and feel along the length of his warm, bright spirit. He's aroused and curious, his mind easygoing and calm to the touch, nothing sharp at its edges or lying in wait beneath the surface. Folding my awareness around him, I thread it back towards me, imagining for a moment that I'm finishing a stitch or tying a knot.

Seconds later I feel my spirit reach out to him, and he stills against me, making a humming noise at my neck. Then, experimentally, he moves his lips across my skin until I gasp and shudder at his touch. As pleasure fills me, he doubles his effort, kissing and licking until I melt against him.

Clearly Finn learns quickly.

And he doesn't waste any time. Tugging at my shirt, he gets it off, then reaches for the waistband of my jeans. Those go harder, tight and skinny at the calves. He kneels down to tug them off, picking up my feet one at a time before throwing the jeans into a corner.

Then he splays his hands along the backs of my legs and curls his fingers inward to part my thighs. I shudder, feeling the growing heat of his arousal, how it presses against his pants and surges to the surface. His beautiful cool brown eyes look up at me from beneath their hooded lids, his desire obvious on his face even if I couldn't feel it from the faux bond I've created between us.

Parting his lips, he bends his mouth down to the apex between my legs and ghosts his breath across my skin. I shudder, reaching down to push my fingers into his hair, and feel his arousal grow as I tug insistently on the silky black strands. Finn tongues me gently against the fabric on my underwear, then growls low in his throat when I whimper, hips canting forward.

"To the bed," he says in a low voice. "I want to taste you."

I stumble that way, his hand tugging me insistently. As I fall backwards onto the spring mattress, he slips his thumbs beneath the elastic of my underwear and strips them off. I fumble with my bra and remove it, my thighs parting as his head comes to rest between my legs.

Then he's stroking against me, tongue starting at my lower lips, working inwards, then ending at my clit. I can practically feel him thinking as I gasp and writhe against him. Falling back onto the mattress, I put an insistent hand in his hair, enjoying how his pleasure grows at my touch. He reaches down to fumble at his waistband, parting his jeans and tugging his erection out to stroke at it as he works me with his tongue.

The connection between us sizzles and flares with pleasure. Finn digs his tongue between my lower lips and makes small strokes until my hips rise and fall against him. I push my heels against his back so that his cock hardens, his enjoyment of my pleasure obvious. He hums against my skin, and I reach down to pull him upward, wanting his body between my legs.

Our mouths meet, his tasting of my heady desire. Reaching down, I push his pants to his knees, and he kicks them off. His boxers soon follow. Once he's naked, I draw him up onto the bed to kneel before me. Curling my hands on his shoulders, I climb up onto his lap and wrap my legs around his hips.

"Oh, Dollface." Finn nuzzles me at a spot on my neck that makes pleasure jolt down to my thighs. "I can feel you."

"And I can feel you."

Reaching down, I curl my hand around his shaft and enjoy the knowledge I find in my grip. He likes it when I stroke it in short, tight movements, my hand starting halfway up and twisting just beneath his head.

Panting, he grabs my hips and draws me against him until we're as close as we can be without him inside me. Then he reaches down to press his fingers against my body and rub his thumb on my clit.

We kiss, mouths meeting messily, lips and tongues driving together. He holds me with one hand on my hip, and I dig my fingers into his shoulder. Our other hands go to giving each other pleasure, stroking together in different ways. With the thread of him winding through me, it's easy enough to find the right angle to make him shudder and growl.

Then we're cresting together. My mouth falls open, spine arcing as I gasp and clench against his fingers, which thrust inside me and crooks just right. He nuzzles my neck and sucks a kiss into my skin, a deep, low growl rumbling in his chest as I stroke him hard and fast until he releases himself between us. His hand tightens at my hip and draws me tight against him, his pulsing length trapped between my thighs, beautiful and shuddering with pleasure.

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