Page 94 of Fated Exile

"That, and a tongue more talented than my feet," he says, his hands reaching down to grab my ass and grind against me. "Care to take it for a spin?"

"I would, and I will."

We race to the bedroom, peeling off various items of clothing and throwing them wherever we want—the kitchen counter, the sofa, the hallway, the bedroom floor. Finn grabs my naked body and pulls me against him again, grinding against me and dipping his mouth down to sear a kiss on my lips. I feel his arousal lengthen and swell against my thigh, pulses of desire surging through the mate bond we share, and I moan into his open mouth as he drags me back towards the bed.

"Bed, Delilah. Lilah, this is my bed." He yanks me up onto the sheets and motions idly towards the furniture around us. "There's the closet, the end table, some kind of bench I picked up at a yard sale, oh and—"

"If this is you showing off the talents of your tongue, maybe I should go now before—ah!"

Finn pushes my thighs open and draws a line of kisses up my skin, then nestles his head between my legs. He starts slow, kissing my lower lips and rubbing his stubbly unshaved cheeks against them until I whimper and grind up against his face. Then he picks up the rhythm and pace, splaying his tongue out against my clit and entrance, splitting his time between the two as he sucks and licks me towards a growing arousal.

My fingers fall to his hair, gently tugging him up where I want him. He growls against my skin, his wolf rearing to the surface, primal and alive. I gasp and twist as a slow, warm orgasm flows through me, my thighs tightening around his head and my body arching on the mattress.

Then he's up, sliding onto the bed above me. He takes his length in his hand and draws it between my thighs, teasing it silkily across my lower lips. His eyes are pitch dark as he murmurs, "Would you mind if I slid inside you without a condom, just to start? I'll pull out and wrap it up before it's too late."

I shiver, the thought of his body inside mine arousing, though my mind jerks the thought to a stop with pointedness. "I'm not ready for pups just yet."

"Oh, I know." He flashes his teeth at me. "The Mating Circle would've gotten you pregnant if it were time. I just want to feel how wet you are before there's a barrier between us. I won't come—I promise. If you feel through our mating bond that I'm about to, you're welcome to throw me across the room. Violently."

Laughing I little, I relax at the reminder we're connected in an entirely new way. And if I'm honest, "It does sound kind of hot. The risk and all that... I can't say it turns me off. Do it."

"Good." Finn rubs the head of his cock against my wet warmth, pushing until it opens to him. "I would hate if it soundedcold."

I roll my eyes and throw my legs around his waist, urging him in. A moan leaves my lips and turns into a whimpering cry of pleasure as his thickness presses me open. It's only been days since I last mated, and yet there's already a sting of surprising fullness, of my body trying to resist the movement before I relax and give in.

The lack of latex, I have to admit, makes it easier for him to glide in and thrust deep, his thighs shaking and his mouth dropping to my neck as the pleasure hits him. His lips peel back from his teeth as he sinks them into the delicate skin near my shoulder, biting hard enough that I gasp, pleasure verging on pain. This makes him growl, primal and wolf-like, and my own she-wolf rears to the surface and growls in response.

She wants things that I'm not ready for. Her primal desire to mate insists that I tighten my legs around Finn, raise my hips, and grind up against him. I can feel her urging me on, tightening my lower body and drawing him in, eager to make him come before he's ready.

But Finn is lightning-fast and smart. He thrusts in and out of me for several long, panting breaths, then draws out with a shudder. Grabbing a condom from the nearby nightstand, he rolls it onto his length and pushes back into me, the slick lube on the latex easing some of the tension. My she-wolf snarls at the separation, but I push her instincts away, looking deep into Finn's eyes and rocking against his body as he rolls inside me.

There's heat in his expression, and tenderness. Arching my back, I clench around him and enjoy the shudder of ecstasy I feel from him through our mate bond. "You're a real mischief-maker, Delilah. If I didn't know better, I'd say that youwantme to come before I'm ready."

"The wolf in me does," I admit, pressing my heels into his back and gasping as his skilled, rolling hips find a scooping motion that draws heat from my middle and sends it out to my extremities. "She wants you to take the condom off and do it the old-fashioned way. I think if she had her way, I'd be hunting Delphine with a belly full of pups."

"Someone should've educated you better," Finn says, drawing his lips down to my ear as he deepens and quickens the motions of his body, "because women get pregnant in theiruterus, Lilah, not theirstomach."

"I hate you."

"I love you," he murmurs tenderly in response, his voice so sweet and sincere that I shiver a little. "Which is why I'll always protect you, even from that horny little she-wolf inside you."

I don't get the chance to respond, or even really let his words sink in. He covers my mouth with a scorching kiss that sends heat waves pulsing through my body, joining the ones he's causing down below. Giving in to the sensations, I whimper and push up towards him, my body rolling off the edge towards orgasm.

As I come, Finn wraps his strong arms around me, lifts me up, and pulls my weight onto him. Then he walks me towards the wall near the bed and thrusts up inside me at a new angle, deep and wrenching. I moan at the motions of his body, the sound turning to a tortured whine as he growls, his eyes glowing with the wolf inside him. All I can do is hold on to dear life, legs locked behind him and hands twined around his shoulders, as he rocks inside my body faster and harder.

Then he rushes over the edge, a blinding white-hot heat bursting inside him. I feel it through our mate bond and stretch forward to kiss his cheeks, my body splayed against the wall with the force of his movements. He slides his lips over towards mine, his mouth sweet and supple, the kiss deepening as he shudders into the last moments of his orgasm.

A moment later he slides my weight off him, lays me gently down onto the bed, and quickly cleans himself up. "Just a moment," he murmurs, kissing my cheek again, "I need to throw this away."

I hate being parted from him, but do take an appreciative look at his backside as he slips into his bathroom and tosses the used condom out. He's back a moment later, sliding down onto the bed next to me and twining his arm around my waist. As he nuzzles his mouth against my neck, kissing softly where he bit me minutes ago, I feel my pulse quicken and anxiety flutter in my stomach and neck.

"About what you said..."

"I meant it," he murmurs. "It wasn't just the heat of the moment. I really do love you, Lilah, even though I know we barely know each other in the scheme of things. Call it fate, or blame the mate bond, but this player has made his last move."

I shiver, grabbing his broad hand and twining my fingers between them. "I want to say it too," I confess. "I think I might feel it. I just don't know... it's hard to tell when this is all so new, and I don't want to rush into any confessions until I'm ready. It wouldn't be fair to all of you."

"I understand." Finn's warm breath ghosts my jawline as he brushes his plush lips against my skin. "You can tell me at the same moment that you tell Roarke. We'll share the loving words as well as your body."

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