Page 57 of Fated Exile

"You said that's what you were going to do," I point out, grabbing his wrist and yanking his hand down to my ass. He groans, digging his fingers in, his irises flashing black and wolfy. "I've been wanting this since the moment I arrived back in town, and for far too long you've been dancing away from me, Roarke Bell. I'm going to savor it, too... but that doesn't mean making out and heavy petting like teenagers in their parents' basement."

He arches a brow. "What does it mean, then?"

"This."

I jerk his belt from his pants, enjoying the sharp inhale of his breath. Then I unbutton them, part the zipper, and drop down to my knees. Roarke's hand falls to my hair, his fingers digging in, sharp points lengthening against my scalp as I shove his clothes down to his thighs and draw his length out of his silk boxers.

He's hard already, growing harder in my grip. Without pausing at all, I part my lips and draw him inside my mouth. At the same moment, I reach out my awareness, brushing up against his emotions and letting them guide me.

Roarke likes it when I'm bold, when I shock him with wanton pleasure and force him to let his guard down. He likes it even more when I suck him hard and hum around him, one hand around his length, the other wandering. I set a slow but steady rhythm, wanting to enjoy him but leave something for the main event.

Slowly, he lets himself sink into the pleasure and enjoy it. His hand tightens in my hair, his abdomen flexing as he rolls his hips forward, and I draw more of his length into me. I really get a response at that, as a growl rumbles from his belly to his chest and he hisses sharply.

It's when he drops his hands lower on my head and starts to gently guide me, body curving towards me, that I know I've got him hooked. So I do more of what gets him there, tonguing and sucking, looking up at him from under my lashes until his eyes are the cool black of his wolf with nothing human or capable of second-guessing left behind.

This is when I draw back from him, letting his arousal leave my mouth with a soft sound, and I stroke him with my hand. Smirking, I stand up slowly, enjoying the naked way he stares at my body. His hands drop to my breasts as I keep him in my hand, stroking his hard length and pulling him against me until the tip brushes my skin.

In a low voice, Roarke says, "Ilikemaking out like teenagers in their parents' basement."

"Let's do that, then. During."

Emphasis, of course, on the multi-tasking.

I grab onto his shirt and tear it open, enjoying the way the buttons pop and fly. His muscular chest is exposed, the taut pecs drawing down to a narrow waist and set of chiseled abs that are enough to make a woman weep. There are indents on either side of his abdomen where his hips flare, leading to the very erect present in my hand.

We kiss some more, slow and sweet, Roarke framing my face with his hands. His hips push up against me, thrusting into my grip, his length trapped between our bodies. I press myself against him, then get up on my tiptoes and slide him between my thighs. He shudders as his bare skin touches the wetness there. I clamp down on his length and slide across it, shivering at the teasing touch against my nerves.

Roarke deepens the kiss and draws his hands down to my breasts. He plays with them lightly, drawing circles around my nipples and flicking them with his thumbs. His touch is just enough to tease and not enough to satisfy, leaving me wanting more as he draws away from me.

Then he pulls me against him and draws me to the ground. Lying down on his back, he brings his knees up and settles me onto his lap. I fold my legs up on either side of him and press forward so that I can kiss him again, enjoying the way his eyes flutter closed a moment before our mouths meet.

Pressing my hands to his chest, I rock back and forth on his length, rubbing against it with my lower body. He shivers and twists up against me, seeking more friction and heat.

As he grabs onto my hips and settles me in a spot that he likes, I feel the arousal in him quicken and heat, turning from something soft and guided to something with hard-edges. Our kiss grows feral, Roarke's teeth nipping at my lips and tongue, his chest rising up off the ground as he picks me up and presses me against him.

I gasp against his mouth as he enters me, his girth pressing me open, the angle rubbing up against me. With his muscular legs supporting me at my back and his chest to fall forward on, I feel like I'm sandwiched and supported by his body instead of exposed on the bare ground.

Nuzzling my neck, he twists up inside me and murmurs, "How's this?"

I moan as an answer and rock down onto him, enjoying the way it feels when I wriggle my hips from side to side. "That feels—interesting?"

"Right there?" His eyes are fully black as he adjusts the angle and thrusts up into me. I cry out softly, and he chuckles. "I thought you would like that."

"That's not my clit," I murmur, grabbing his hand and twisting it towardsthatspot. He obliges, rubbing against it even as he pushes up inside me in another mind-bending thrust. "That... it must be..."

"The G spot." Roarke's voice is low with arousal, and I can feel the tension in his abdomen, see the thickness of his length as he thrusts it inside me. He's turned on by my pleased shock. "I suggest you lean back and hold on tight, Delilah, because things are about to get rough."

"What do you—oh!"

Roarke grabs onto my hips and lifts me up, then twists me down and thrusts up into me. He arches off the stones as he does so, head thrown back and abs flaring with the effort. I cry out, my legs splaying and my abdomen shivering as pleasure rocks through me in from an entirely new source.

The she-wolf inside me cries out too, her presence awakened and just beneath the surface of my skin. My fingers dig into Roarke's chest with each passionate, twisting thrust, until bright spots of blood pool where my blunted claws prick his skin. He pants and cries out himself, his voice strong and loud, doing nothing to hide how much he's enjoying himself each time he buries himself deep within me.

My toes curl with each thrust. Bit by bit, I feel my body reach a crescendo that starts deep inside me and pulses out in slow-moving waves. I bite my lower lip, then cry out as something inside me unfurls completely. My body clenches and spasms, my muscles going loose with pleasure. I moan and lean forward, spasms rolling down my abdomen to my toes.

Roarke works me through it, dragging me to new heights each time our bodies meet. He growls low and deep as I gasp and whimper with pleasure. I can smell the maleness of him in the air, can feel his pleasure and desire.

Then I'm coming down, slowly but surely, and Roarke is sitting up to kiss the whimpers and moans from my lips. Drawing me up, he twists our bodies around and pushes me down onto the ground so he's on top. I wrap my legs around him and gasp as he thrusts inside me from a new angle, the force of his body in mine pushing me across the ancient stones, which glow golden and warm beneath us.

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