Page 84 of Fated Exile

"Then we'll just have to get creative," Roarke says, stripping off his shirt and approaching me, his rippling muscles taut and golden in the overhead light. "There are things we can do that don't risk pregnancy. And it's fitting that we should do them here, in a place where we were teenagers together, since we missed that fooling around phase... or at least, Delilah and I did."

Kieran swallows, his fingers trailing up and down my sides. "We never really got far enough for it to be more than just over the shirt action."

"Then you should probably take your shirt off," Roarke says, an amused tilt to his lips, "Or that's just what it'll be once more."

Roarke grabs my shirt, while Kieran steps back to take his own off, the tatters barely taking much effort to strip from his body. I can feel the anxiety and uncertainty radiating off him, so I reach out to grab his hand and tug him close as Roarke steps up to kiss me. His mouth is warm on mine, while behind me, Kieran steps out of his pants and presses his lower body against my back, then dips his mouth down to my neck.

They seem to wordlessly agree to strip my bottoms off next, then move to my bra, leaving me naked within a few breaths. I gasp at the chill of cold air on my skin, then groan as it's replaced by Roarke's warmth. Kieran is more hesitant, pressing his boxer-clad hips against my back and grabbing onto my thighs.

But Roarke urges me forward, seeming not to care about the nearness of another man as he twines his tongue with mine and rubs his clothed erection against my thigh. I slide my legs open, throwing one up against his hip and rubbing against him. The urge to undress him and drag him inside me is strong—too strong, given our current lack of a condom, and too much too soon in our brand-new relationship as mates.

So before it can get too hot and heavy, I twist around to face Kieran. He meets my eyes with gratitude, his fingers digging into my hips. Tilting his chin down, he kisses me slow and sweet, his chest rising and falling with quick, uncertain breaths beneath my fingers.

Then Roarke's voice cuts in, low and heavy. "You should suck Kieran off, Lilah." I gasp and shiver at the warmth in his voice, his mouth trailing the dirty words up to my ear as he kisses my exposed skin. "Your mouth would look so good around his cock... and I'm sure you wouldn't mind, would you, K?"

Kieran's hips jerk, his fingers spasming against me. He looks down at me helplessly as he says, "I wouldn't mind at all." Licking his lips, he boldly follows it up with, "Would you like watching that, Roarke?"

"I can't say that I'd mind." Roarke's hands move around to my front, splaying between my chest and Kieran's as he palms my breasts and plays lightly with my nipples. "You're my best friend, Kieran. I just want to see you happy."

I can tell that's not quite what Kieran was hopeful for, but also that it's too soon, too fast for anything else. I'm not sure he even knows what he wants. So I reach around behind me to palm at Roarke's briefs and lightly suggest, "I could stroke you while I suck K. You're so hard, Roarke. I don't want you to be lonely."

"Oh, I won't be." He nuzzles my neck, pressing his erection against my ass. "I'd love that, though. Then afterwards we'll both eat you out. Right, K?"

"Right." Kieran swallows, the heat gathering in his cheeks and neck an echo to the arousal tenting his boxers. "Both of us. Together."

"Then let's get started. We don't want to waste any time."

This is the moment when Roarke reaches out to yank Kieran's boxers down, his fingers only skimming the surface of the skin before he pulls them back and puts them on my shoulders. He gently shoves me down, and I go to my knees, watching Kieran's erection bob out now that it's freed. His toes are curled into the ground, his hips pressing forward, his emotions a confused tangle of heat in the back of my mind.

"That's it," Roarke says, pressing his fingers into my mouth so that my lips slide open, "just like that."

I grab Kieran's length in my free hand and draw it to my parted lips. At the same moment, Roarke pulls his hands back and tugs his boxer briefs off. He positions himself near my free hand and tugs it up, wrapping my fingers around his hardened length and stroking up and down with our joined hands.

Kieran's confused arousal turns to simple arousal as I bring him into my mouth and suck. With the connection between me and each of the guys blooming, I can tell when the stroke of my fingers arouses Roarke, and which suck of my lips makes Kieran delirious with desire. As Kieran's fingers tangle in my hair, as Roarke urges me on, I let my eyes slip closed and I fall into the motions of what we're doing.

Together. The three of us. Just like it was when we were younger, in more innocent times, when the thought of something like this was so far away. It feels like fate to be here again, and it feelsrightto be here together as mates.

There's a kind of synchrony to it as Kieran's strokes in my mouth and Roarke's pulsing in my fingers grows harsher and quicker. As I open up the back of my throat to bring Kieran further in, and twist my fingers up to draw Roarke to the edge. And even as I feel twin sparks of desire in the back of my mind—each of them twisting together, cresting upwards in a growing wave.

Kieran gasps and moans, his body arching and his hands falling to my hair as he pushes himself to the back of my throat and jerks in a quick, pulsing orgasm. He draws himself out of my mouth enough to come against my tongue, the taste of him heavy and right in my mouth.

A moment later Roarke groans and tightens our shared grip, a wave of surprise pushing out of him through our mate connection as he comes as well. There's a hot, illicit desire that sparks within him as his orgasm pulls him over the edge. I concentrate on the emotion, teasing it out from all the others, and find a fleeting image of Kieran's pleasure-filled face in Roarke's head. It's gone as soon as it came, making me wonder, but I'm almost certain Roarke just discovered that he enjoys watching his best friend come.

Then they're pulling back from me, and Roarke is yanking me to my feet and pushing me up on the piano. In a low voice he murmurs, "Good job, Lilah. Now it's our turns. Kieran—press her back and spread her legs."

Kieran does as asked, his fingers trembling with the letdown of his orgasm as he shoves my knees open. His hands fall to either side of Roarke's waist as the latter steps between my parted legs and bends down between my thighs. A wicked expression crosses Roarke's blue eyes the moment before he opens his mouth and presses it against me.

My body arches as he sucks directly against my clit, hard and fast, his tongue dipping inside me with a twist. Kieran grabs my legs and pulls them up and over Roarke's shoulders, holding me tight as his best friend tongues inside me. In a low voice, Kieran encourages him, "That's it. Right there, she likes that."

I whimper, pressing up against Roarke's mouth and squirming as he relentlessly pulses against me. There's no slow burn, no teasing to the climax. Just a constant pressure combined with rhythmic stroking unless I gasp and lift off the piano's surface, my body clenching and my thighs clamping against his ears.

As soon as I come down he pulls back, wipes his mouth off, and twists around to declare, "Your turn, K. Show me what you've got."

Kieran's eyes fall to Roarke's mouth, and there's no hiding his half-aroused state. As Roarke pulls away from me, their bodies brush together, neither one of them jerking back at the naked touch. Kieran licks his lips, and Roarke does the same, their eyes on each other's tongues.

Roarke practically purrs as he says, "Taste her pussy, K. It's delicious."

"I could..." Kieran trails off, shaking his head, and jerks his eyes away from Roarke's mouth. "Right. Lilah."

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