Page 60 of Mated Exile

"Yes, you can." He wrenches my chin up and kisses me, his lips skimming mine, sucking lightly on my lower lip. Heat flares within me, curls between my thighs and stokes to a frenzy. "Of course you can."

"You're not going to change your mind?" I arch a brow at him and tug on his waistband. "Because you've been doing a lot of waffling lately."

His blue eyes narrow, and he huffs out an impatient breath. "Delilah. If you're going to be this stubborn, I'm going to give in and let this thing between us grow. No matter where it goes or how it ends."

"Good." I shoot him a playful grin. "Because my mouth has been watering since the moment I saw you were standing there aroused in the middle of the room all because of me."

Roarke swallows, heat in his cheeks, which I love. Shoving him backwards, I push him down onto the bed, strip his shirt off, and enjoy the way his eyes widen with confusion. Then I kneel in front of him, my knees hitting the hardwood, and reach forward to tug at his waistband again.

Scrabbling, I find his zipper with my fingers and pull it down, then yank at his pants. He lifts his hips up off the mattress so I can pull them down to his knees, unveiling his briefs, which wrap around his hips and press against the bulge at his crotch.

I grab the elastic, tug on it, and dare to look up. I've felt his eyes on me this whole time, but looking up into them sends my pulse racing. The bright blue of his irises has been nearly subsumed by his blown pupils, which are black and endless.

Knowing that he had feelings for me so long ago has given me a reckless desire to have him, right here, right now. His anger at my exile was a pleasant surprise. I can't stop looking at the past, wondering if I made a mistake by not getting closer to him when we were younger. There's nothing I can do about that now, but I can change the future, by insisting that he open up and let me in.

I intend to show him what we can be like, together.

So I pull the waistband of his briefs towards me and draw it down over his arousal. The length of his erection springs out, now freed, and curves against his belly. Pushing his legs apart, I press up between them, breath catching as he leans back on the bed to watch me with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips and brings his palm up to curve against the back of my head, his muscular chest rising and falling, muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin.

"Delilah." There's a hitch in his voice as I reach for him, taking his length in my hand. "You don't have to if you—"

"Shut up," I interrupt softly, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. "Anyone ever tell you you're too stuck in your own head?"

Roarke chuckles, the sound rich and deep. His voice cuts off into a moan as I stroke my hand up and down on him. "It may have come up once or twice in my life."

"Well. Let's just say I'm about to make you leave your headentirely."

He smirks a little, his hand curling around my ponytail and pushing my head forward. "Trust me when I say that the only thing I'm thinking about right now is that smart mouth of yours."

"Good."

Leaning forward, I bring his length to my mouth, part my lips, and draw the head in. He sucks in a breath, falling back against the mattress. I stroke my hand up and down him, experimenting with the tightness of my fingers until I feel him draw a sharp breath in pleasure.

Once I know what he likes, I add the motion of my mouth on him to the mix, pushing more and more of his length against my tongue with each stroke. He makes a strangled noise as I start to suck on him, my tongue dropping, letting him into the back of my mouth.

I take note of his every movement, drawing back with apopof my lips and slicking his length with my tongue and hand. Then I dive back in, relaxing my throat and jaw, bringing him in and sucking him deep. When I feel his head hit the back of my throat, he shudders all over, hand tightening in my hair, fingers pushing my ponytail apart.

"Delilah—" He chokes as I bring him to the back and swallow, drawing my hand away from his length and pressing it against his thigh so I can get a good angle. "Oh, Dee. Oh, fuck."

Warmth shifts in the air, stroking me, and I reach out curiously with my awareness. Roarke is full of arousal and desire, stoking beneath a thin veneer of shock and a bitter taste of something that I think must be shame. Humming around his cock, I pull back and lick his head, then bring it back into my mouth again and draw him further in until I feel nothing but pleasure from him.

I do this again and again, three of four times, until his hips lift up off the mattress and he strokes inside me, giving in. The sounds he's making, little growls and snarls that resemble nothing human, fill me with pleasure. My wolf surges beneath my skin, happy and pleased as I tighten my lips on the base of Roarke's length and suck him until he whimpers.

Then he's grabbing my head, pulling me off with a curse and gasping quickly. I look up at him questioningly, wiping my mouth off on the back of my hand, and he shudders, slick and exposed between us.

"That was amazing," he says, voice low. "But I want to go down on you before I come."

I lick my lips, enjoying the flush of his chest as I do so. His muscles are taut and lean, each one sculpted with precision. It's not hard to imagine him in the woods and the gym, applying a singular focus to every inch of his body.

"Let's do that, then," I tell him, leaning up to drop a kiss on his chin. "First, though..."

Dipping back down, I grab the base of his length, look up at him, and lick his shaft all the way to the head. He groans, one side of his mouth lifting in a snarl as a little growl of pleasure leaves his lips. His eyes flutter closed, and his abdomen shudders.

I hum in pleasure as I draw back from him. "Just remember, Roarke, that I won't do that again if you keep denying this thing between us."

"Oh, I've learned my lesson." Grabbing my hands, he draws me up onto the bed with him, taking my hips and splaying my legs on either side of his waist. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not holding back from you anymore at all, ever."

"I hope so." Squirming, I sigh a little as he tugs on the hem of my shirt, and peels it off. He leans up, brings his hands behind me, and undoes my bra with quick fingers. "You know, when I came back to town I almost didn't recognize you. I thought this smoking hot guy just showed up out of nowhere—when I realized it was you, I could've kicked myself."

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