Page 85 of Fated Exile

Then he's bending over the piano to kiss my mouth, his tongue and teeth hungry, his half-aroused state pressing against me. He draws his lips down my jaw and neck as I gasp and whimper, my hands falling to his hair. I feel Roarke's strong grip take hold of my knees and force them open wide, his hungry gaze roaming my body as his best friend draws down to my apex.

As soon as Kieran is there, his tongue flicking out to press against my clit, slow and careful, I feel arousal twist through Roarke. Sitting up on my elbows, I moan as Kieran presses his open mouth against me, then flick my eyes up to Roarke's summer-blue gaze. He's watching the spot where my body meets his best friend's, his hips pressing forward, his exposed arousal very close to brushing against Kieran's back. His nostrils flare and his gaze meets mine, and I can sense that he's as surprised and curious as I am.

Then Kieran ups the pace and pressure, and I fall back against the piano, moaning. Roarke growls, "Yes, Kieran, make her come again. Just like that. Doesn't she taste delicious?"

Kieran redoubles his efforts, and I fall into the sensations of his mouth on me. My hand tightens in his hair, pulling him up and down, left and right as I jerk my hips forward and seek my own pleasure against his mouth. At the same time, I can sense Roarke's growing arousal, and see out of the corner of my eye that one of his hands has dropped to his length and is lightly stroking it.

"That's it, K," he encourages, his voice deep and lush, "just like that. Make her come."

Moaning, that's exactly what he does, his pleasure only increased by being encouraged by his best friend and alpha.

A moment later I'm orgasming against Kieran, my lips parting in a low moan and my body flushed with desire. He pulses his tongue against me the whole time, drawing me to a tight crescendo that builds and crashes like a giant wave. I clamp my thighs around his head, enjoying the enthusiastic way he buries his face against me and sucks hard on my lower lips.

Then our bodies part, and there's a moment where uncertainty hangs in the air. We've all orgasmed—but both the guys are half-hard again. There's one thing we can't do, but there are other things, I know, that we can.

Licking my lips, I glance at Kieran, who's glossy-eyed and relaxed now. Maybe now is the time to bring it up. I can feel Roarke's relaxed state, can see how easily he's aroused even this close to his naked best friend. He hasn't ever brought up anything similar to this with me, but then again, Finn has been the only one to introduce the concept, and he's not exactly subtle. There's the chance he'd be amenable to it.

Hopefully Kieran won't hate me for opening my mouth and making a suggestion.

As my lips part, though, I catch a sound out of one ear. Frowning, I swivel my head—and I swear for a moment I can see a shadowy figure just outside the broken glass windows of the factory.

Then I hear it. The sound of a spell being chanted.

I barely have to glance over at Roarke. "I heard it too."

"So did I," Kieran says, alarm written on his face. "Is that what I think it was?"

"Let's go find out," I tell them both.

We shift, leaving the tatters of our clothes behind, and race to the first floor of the abandoned factory. Roarke sweeps out in front of us, while Kieran ranges towards the back, his keen eyes searching in the darkness. We make it outside without incident, and I motion towards the west, where I saw the figure.

This way. Stay close. If it is Delphine, things might get dicey.

Roarke says,If that's Delphine, you should use that traveling charm you made to get far away from here.

And leave you two behind? No way.

Keep yourself safe, Delilah,Kieran says, prowling up beside me in his strong, newly changed wolf form.We'll stay behind while you escape.

I clench my jaw, fangs grinding together. There's no reason to argue the point any further. The charm is on the factory floor by the old piano, in the shorts the guys peeled off me. Whatever we're about to face, we face it together.

Only when we get to the spot where the chanting came from, there's nothing there.

Though my fur raises on end, and I catch a strange, acrid scent in the air, we don't find anyone. Not even when we lope around the factory to check. Or when we make our way back inside and look into all the rooms.

As we shift back, gather our clothes, and pull on a bit of an outfit, I can't help but feel like I've missed something. We search the grounds around the factory one more time, and I even ground my awareness beneath me, staring at the spot where the chanting happened with witch eyes.

"Nothing," I whisper, Roarke's worried eyes on me, and Kieran's warm gaze focused outward, searching for enemies. "Something is going on, though. We're missing some big piece of the puzzle. And if we don't figure it out soon, Delphine will strike, and she'll have the upper hand."

Kieran says, "Whatever is going on, we're going to figure it out. And we'll stop her."

"Together," Roarke adds.

I nod, keeping my lips sealed shut. If I say anything right now, I'll just dissolve into fear and self-pity.

We leave the spot where the chanting began, preparing to shift back and run home, but as we turn our backs to it I swear I catch the tinkling sound of laughter. A stray breeze lifts the hair on the back of my neck, and maroon strands float out in front of me, dancing on the wind.

I resist turning around to look. There won't be anything there anyway.

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