Page 54 of Fated Exile

Based on the look in his eyes, Lance doesn't plan on being slow or patient. No moment is wasted. Sliding his hands down to my ass, he grabs hold of me and dips his open mouth on my aroused lower lips. His tongue delves inside me as he sucks lightly on my skin. I writhe and buck against the ancient stones beneath me, palms flattening as I push up eagerly against him with my entire body. My hair splays and tangles around me, and I clamp tightly on the sides of his head with my thighs, a moan slipping from my lips. Lance finds my clit and tongues it with sharp precision, finding a rhythm and drawing sparks of pleasure from me with punishing speed.

Without any expectation or warning, I find myself at the edge of an orgasm my body wasn't prepared to find. I cry out as I buck against him, writhing and twisting, his hands clamping on my hips and forcing me to hold still against his mouth. Lance sucks and nibbles until my clit throbs and my thighs shake with the force of my orgasm. Everything in me clenches, and my vision goes dark, my voice sobbing out in the night air.

Then I'm coming down in fits and starts, his tongue still inside me and his lips sucking on me. He makes a humming noise against my skin. I pant, whimpers leaving my still-aroused and too-sensitive body. Lance doesn't let up, though, his ministrations continuing even as the end of my arousal edges over into pain.

I whimper, licking my lips and finding my voice. "Lance, that's enough—"

"No." He breaks his lips away from my body only for long enough to admonish me. "I'll say when it's enough, Delilah."

Shivering, I moan at the command in his voice and the blue glow of his eyelids as his primal side takes over. He sucks his mouth against me again, his hands pulling me up and onto him. I cry out, louder this time, as he tongues at my sensitive clit with rapid strokes that force pleasure from me. I'm not able to stop the clench of my body on his mouth or the high-pitched whine that leaves my lips, scarlet heat splashing across my skin, my body's most vulnerable place at his mercy.

This time, as the orgasm washes over me, I'm not even able to catalog it or control it. It comes on me in waves and fits, making me jerk and tremble against Lance's strong, broad hands. My legs go numb and my thighs clench so hard against his head that I'm surprised he can even breathe. He watches me with half-lidded eyes through it, sucking his mouth against me and tasting me with his tongue.

That's not the only thing he's tasting, I realize with a fitful blush. Finn was inside me only moments ago, but with Lance's ministrations, there's no reminder of his smell or finish as he finally slides his mouth off mine. The only smell in the air is Lance's—sweet winter pine and sharp mint. He licks his lips and stares down at me with calm heat, his nostrils flaring as he inhales me. The growl that reverberates between us is all dominant wolf, no sign of the man in its tone.

"Can you get up?"

I blink, slow to understand his words. Slowly, I slide my legs off his shoulders—and they slip beneath me on pins and needles when I try to put any weight on them. Blushing, I admit, "No."

"Good." He grabs my ankle and drags me towards him, then slips his hands beneath me. Effortlessly, he pulls me up into his arms, draping me across him like I weigh nothing. "I want you completely at my mercy, Delilah. Can you handle that?"

I shudder, and no part of it is fear. "Yes." Reaching up, I tug at his shirt collar and admit, "But I'd like for you to be just as naked as I am."

Lance smirks wolfishly. "Soon enough, you eager girl. First I want to bend you over and splay you open."

He strides forward with me in tow. I'm not sure at first where he's taking me, but of course there's only one destination. With steady steps, Lance prowls up the stairs of the platform and slides me down beside the torch. I wobble on my feet, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep me up. The blush that splashes across my front races to my hairline and curls towards my toes, turning dark crimson as I glance out into the torchlit sea of people.

While many have their backs turned to us respectfully, more than one is watching in naked arousal, or with guarded intensity. I can sense what a few of the warriors are thinking, and know what they'll be doing tonight. The elders are more cautious, concerned that mating back-to-back like this could result in bloodshed when the violent, primal side of our wolves take over.

One figure in particular is thinking lewd thoughts. Frowning, I tell Finn telepathically,You don't have to watch, you know.

Oh, but why would I turn away?There's a warm smirk in his voice.Don't think I didn't see what Lance licked out of you. I'll make sure to make another deposit as soon as I can.Then, a moment later,Perhaps I was aiming in the wrong direction when I suggested Roarke and Kieran might share. It seems our boy Lance is the kinky one.

I barely manage to avoid rolling my eyes, forcing myself to cut off from Finn's mind and focus solely on Lance instead. I don't reach my awareness out to the other three guys—it seems improper to think about them while I'm with someone else, and more than that, I'm afraid what I'll find. This entire arrangement is so new and tenuous, and the last thing I want is for any of them to get hurt. Better to just give as much as I can to each of them and hope that once the dust settles, we're able to discuss how to balance everything while we're all less naked.

"I want you facing the other way, Delilah." Lance's hands drop to my hips, and he jerks me so that I'm flipped the other way, my bare ass rubbing against his clothed legs. He growls, the sound of it feral and wild in the night air. "Better. Lean forward and put your hands behind you. Legs wide—wider."

I gasp as he pushes my legs apart with his feet, then grabs onto my hands and pulls them behind me. He gathers my wrists in one of his hands, his strength holding me up, then reaches forward and buries his other hand in my hair. I moan, voice wobbly, as he bends my head back and presses his hips forward. His arousal is hard and long against my skin, rubbing on me through denim.

Drawing his hips back, Lance moves his hand down from my hair. He strokes my back and brings his fingers to rest on my ass. Squeezing lightly, he brings those same fingers down, drawing lazy circles on my skin.

Then he dips them inside my wetness. I gasp as they delve inside me, the gasp turning to a moan when he crooks them injustthe right way. At the same time, he pushes his thumb against my clit and rubs the raw nerves there.

My legs shake, so I push my weight back against him, gasping as his fingers go deeper in. He moves then in and out of me, over and over again, until every muscle in my body is taut and my skin shudders with abated desire.

Then he pulls his fingers out, grabs onto my elbows and jerks me upright. Pulling me against his chest, he cups his palms on my hips and draws them snug against his front. His mouth drops to my ear.

"I want all of you, Delilah." I shiver at the warmth of his breath on my skin, at the tight grip of his hands as they grab my arms and possess me closely. "Every inch of your skin, every nerve of your body. I want to feel and taste it all."

I moan. "I want that too."

"Good." Lance growls, his teeth drawing across my neck, the canines slightly lengthened. I gasp as his fingers, curled against my arm, sharpen into subtle points. "Everyone will watch, and they'll all see the part of you that belongs to me. You can share everything else, Delilah, but we both know it: I am your strength."

I shiver, casting my eyes up to the statue of Gregor in the East, which glows bright with the blue or our joined mating threads. When I first returned to Juniper, I was unsure and unmoored, my foundation shaken to its core. The strength I found as an exile with Cat wavered. Lance was the one who guided me, who gave me the truth, and since then, I've found myself looking to him when I want to feel that iron core inside me.

It feels good to lean back against him, and give in to the strength of his chest. To tremble at the possession of his hands on my arms. With Lance, I don't have to worry about what comes next. All I have to do is give in and relax.

So I tell him, "Claim what you want. I'm yours."

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