Page 41 of Alpha Exile

Nostrils flaring, Lance tests the air, and I can almostfeelhim smell me. There's a spark of arousal through our bond, one that he cuts short, glancing over at Finn and Bastian.

He takes a heavy step towards me, puts his hand on my chin, and leans down to murmur, "I'll be back once you're done, to make sureourbond is strong."

Brushing his lips against mine, he teases me with the start of a kiss that doesn't go deeper, then steps back before I can press against him in search for more. Pitching his voice loud, he calls out, "Don't tire her out without me."

Finn laughs, grinning sharply in Lance's direction. "There's always a solution for that, you know. You could tire her outwithme."

"Not on your life." Lance snorts, stalking out into the trees and shifting into his white wolf form. He shakes his fur off and tilts his muzzle down, walking slowly and waiting impatiently for Kieran to join.

Kieran, who's staring into the entrance of the caves, a haunted look on his face. He meets my eyes and asks plaintively, "What will we do if he's not the same? If he's... broken?"

"We'll put him back together." I reach out and squeeze his hands, trying to believe my own words. "No matter what, we'll always have his back. You, me, and our summer blond prankster. Okay?"

"Okay."

Kieran kisses my forehead, then my nose, and finally my lips, tilting his head to meet my mouth in a kiss that starts out shallow but grows fiery. By the time he steps back, I can feel arousal grow between my thighs, and I know that I won't have any issue bedding down with my two remaining mates and renewing our bond.

"Be right back."

Flowing into his reddish-brown wolf form effortlessly, Kieran races out into the woods to join Lance. I turn away from them and pace over to where Bastian and Finn are knelt down, each of them with an armful of fallen wood.

Finn jerks his chin towards Kieran's retreating back. "Thought we'd give you two a chance to talk. Is he okay?"

"Yes." Reaching out, I snag Finn's shirt sleeves and jerk him forward. "Now, forget about making camp. There'sanothertent I want you to pitch."

Grinning, Finn tosses the wood to the ground and sweeps me to him. "I'll gladly start a fire with you right here, right now, Dollface."

Bastian's eyes jerk back and forth between us as Finn pulls me against his chest and grinds his hips forward. "Does that mean we're going to have sex."

"Yes." Finn growls, deep and low, his chest a rumble against mine. "Now drop that damned deadwood and get yourself nice and ready for a round of outdoor fun."

Finn's mouth meets mine as Bastian hurriedly does as he was told, stripping his shirt off and unzipping his pants to reach down between his thighs and draw his length out. I can feel his arousal growing as he watches Finn with me, his hand on his cock, Finn's hand between my legs and pressing up under my shorts.

Long fingers stretching, Finn pushes my underwear aside and thumbs his way between my lips. I gasp against his mouth, back arching and hips pressing down towards him. His free hand reaches up beneath my shirt and opens up my bra—then shoves it, and my shirt, up and over my head so he can palm my breast.

I feel his arousal grow against my thigh as he presses against me, walking me up against the broad, rough surface of a nearby tree trunk. His mouth drops from my lips to my neck, and he calls out roughly, "Put your clothes on the ground, Bastian. This too." Finn tears his shirt off and throws it over his shoulder. "We want to make a nest for Delilah."

Bastian's arousal is white-hot lightning through our bond. Peeking over Finn's shoulder, I spot him hurriedly gather the clothes and arrange them, then pause and look out towards the woods. "Shouldn't I just grab the tarp in the tent kit those guys just left out there?"

This is the moment when I sense three of the pack members hurriedly making themselves scarce, having left behind some camping supplies, no doubt courtesy of Niall's thoughtfulness. They get more of an eyeful than they bargained for, because Bastian strides naked into the woods, grabs the supplies, and tears the tarp out to throw on the ground.

Laughing against my neck, Finn presses his hips against me and murmurs, "I guess that's one way to do it."

"You mean the smart way?" Smirking, I grab his hand and push it up inside me, moaning as his fingers slip into my wetness. "I want these pesky clothes off—now."

We tear ourselves apart long enough to get undressed. It doesn't take long—whatever happened to them in the caves, Finn and Bastian are without underwear or shoes, which means the moment Finn's jeans come off I'm greeted by the sight of his hard length, nestled in dark pubes and flawless brown skin.

"Wow." Bastian's eyes widen, his hand tightening on himself as Finn pulls me towards the tarp and we gather together. "I forgot what it was like to see you naked, Finn. It makes me..."

"Yes?" Finn's brow arches, and he grins mischievously. "What do you want to do?"

Licking his lips, Bastian looks over at me and confesses, "I want to suck your cock, then pick Delilah up and help her ride it."

Heat pools between my thighs, which I tighten together, gasping at the sudden pulsing desire for friction. Bastian's idea doesn't sound half bad to me, and apparently it doesn't to Finn either, because he stalks over to him, puts his hands on his shoulders, and urges him down to his knees.

In a rough voice, Finn looks over at me and suggests, "Guide his head for him, Dollface. I want to watch you look at him sucking me."

I'm more than a little turned on by that request. There's something about it—these two wildly handsome men, all tanned and brown skin, dark hair and brown eyes—that makes me more aroused than I'd ever thought possible.

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