Page 51 of Fated Exile

"Aren't we pressed for time?" He raises a brow and smiles wickedly at me. "Unless you'd like to indulge in a little overlap..."

Laughing, I swat his shoulder. "Let me have a little one-on-one time with each of you before you start seducing the others."

"Start? Oh, Delilah. I've been seducing those men since the moment I realized I could have you if it meant keeping them happy."

"Oh? Is that the only reason why you keep trying to tempt them into devil's threesomes?" I grasp his length and tease him against me, enjoying the flare of heat in his face and the way it feels to have him there at the edge. "Here I thought you just enjoyed making them uncomfortable. But you're saying you want to please them?"

"That, and I don't want them to tire you out without me." Finn winks at me. "If we're doing a weekly schedule, I'd like to put myself in the rotation three or four times. Can't do that without a little sharing... and everyone likes to share with someonegenerous."

I giggle a little, then gasp as Finn jerks himself from my grasp and lines up, thrusting his hips upward at the same moment. Though I want to be affronted, all my indignation turns to a groan of pleasure at the smooth slide of him into my body.

Then I'm riding him, surging and rolling with my hips as he thrusts inside. When I lean forward, he reaches up to palm my breasts and plays with my nipples, finding the right combination of touch that makes me clench around him. My groan turns into a cry of pleasure, which turns into the edge of a howl as he draws me down onto him and rolls his hips deep inside.

I can feel every inch of him, the edge of his pleasure an echo inside my body as our connection feeds us hints of what the other is feeling. Finn finds the right angle for this position, too, and draws me towards the edge more slowly this time around, pushing towards a higher crest. I help him along, thighs clenching and muscles working, leaning forward until my maroon hair tickles his chest.

Then he's huffing and gasping, his thrusts growing more frantic, my body clenching tighter and faster. Our eyes meet, and I gasp at the spark of connection I feel ripple back and forth. A moan leaves my lips as I spill over the edge of orgasm, strong waves of pure pleasure racing through me and clenching my body over and over again.

Finn grabs my thighs with clawed fingers and rolls his hips up, his eyes closed tight and a growl in his chest as he comes to the edge of his orgasm. His whole body arches up off the ancient stone, thrusting me up several inches as we come together. I lean back on his hips, tipping my head back and crying out into the night sky, the wolf inside me turning it into a keen howl of pleasure. Stars race across the heavens and leave a burnt afterimage against my eyelids as my eyes dip closed.

Then Finn is coming down, his body emptying itself in quick jerks, his thighs hitting the ground beneath us. I tighten my thighs around him and whimper at the aftershocks of orgasm that go through me. Leaning down, I capture his lips in mine and swallow his last moans, enjoying the wetness that I feel slick my thighs where our bodies join.

As our mouths part, he reaches up to bury his fingers in my long hair, and we breathe together. In a voice pitched low he tells me, "This is just the beginning of our lives together, Delilah. I don't know what's next for us, but I know that I want to spend the rest of it with you."

Warmth flows through me, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from letting every messy emotion I'm feeling out. "I feel the same way. I just... I'm so lucky to be with you. It's unbelievable that I get to call myself your mate."

"And I get to call you mine." He draws our hands together, his right to mine, and our runic tattoos shimmer with silver light. A happy smile dances on his lips, his eyes gazing deeply into mine. My heart skips a beat as I wonder if he's going to saythosewords, and I fret nervously, worried I won't be able to say them back. "By the way, if the Mating Circle decides to get you pregnant tonight, I've already decided we're calling the kid Finnie."

My brows rise, and I lean back, shifting to keep him inside me for just a moment more. "What the fuck? Finnie?"

"Yes." He smirks. "Finny if it's a boy, obviously."

I blink at him. "And the Mating Circle would let me become pregnant because...?"

"Well. Nothing can stopmylittle swimmers." He winks, and I roll my eyes as I slip off him, cognizant suddenly of the eyes all around us. Finn smirks a little as he sits up next to me, his body slick with sweat and other things, but he doesn't seem self-conscious at all. "What? Do you dislike the name Finny, or the name Finnie?"

"You're saying the same name twice," I point out. "Spelling it differently changes nothing."

"Yet you could tell that I was spelling it differently, even though I never said as much out loud."

"Gods, you're annoying."

"Andyou'renot thinking about the curse."

He slips a hand against my neck and kisses me, lightly at first, and then tenderly and more deeply. I lean forward towards him, suddenly not caring about my naked body, my toes curling at the lick of his tongue inside my mouth.

Then we're parting, and I feel the shimmer of expectation around us. Finn kisses my forehead and squeezes my hand. He sounds so sure and confident as he says, "It'll be okay."

I lick my lips. "If it's not..."

"It will be." As if to prove his point, he gets up, draws me up beside him, and impishly slaps my ass. I squeal and wheel away from him, annoyed. "See? Everything's normal."

Beneath his bravado, stupid jokes, and ridiculous ass slaps, though, I can feel a thin thread of worry. I don't even have to reach out my awareness to feel it. Finn is there now, in the back of my head, a light presence I can sense at all times, or concentrate on more closely with just a little bit of thought. There aren't exact thoughts in the connection, but the sliver of emotion lets me know I'm not the only one nervous about this next part.

So of course, this is when Roarke strides out of the darkness, his fully clothed body making me feel twice as naked. I resist the urge to cover my breasts, but do bring my legs together, the wetness slicking the inside of my thighs making my cheeks heat. Finn smirks and throws an arm around me, naked as a babe, and winks impishly at Roarke.

Thankfully, Roarke ignores this, instead of punching him in the face or declaring himself my next mate and throwing me down to have his way with me. I can taste a hint of his frustration in the air, though, and sense the abated arousal simmering beneath the surface of things. He glances over at me without any anger in his eyes or jealousy slicking his face, though, just a sliver of yearning that makes my heart ache.

"The stones have seen your mate bond, and they've approved of it," he says, which makes the torches around us leap. Suddenly, I can see the faces of the pack all around us, and I feel their eyes on me, drawing nearer to watch this next part. Roarke continues, "Now it's time to show your wolves, and let the pack see your strength. Together, two are one, and two are strong."

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