Page 47 of Alpha Exile

Licking my lips, I shudder as I tell him, "I love it when you slap my ass."

"Like this?"

He smacks me, broad-palmed, and I tremble with arousal. His hips move forward at the same time, snapping inside me, and he forces my back to arch by pulling smartly on my hair.

"Yeah, like that." My eyes shudder closed and I give in to the sensations, reaching my hand towards my clit and pressing against it. Lance growls with arousal at this, and as my fingers brush up against his moving shaft, I admit, "Yours is the strength that I draw on the most. The strength that I need. I have to have you, Lance—I can't do it without you."

Leaning forward, he nuzzles my neck and moves his palm around to cradle my throat. "And I would be nothing without you, my darling."

Then both his hands drop back to my hips, tightening as he rolls his shaft in and out of me at a punishing pace. I lean into his strength and rub against my clit, sensations of pleasure skittering across my skin and washing over me.

It's the sound of his moan that sends me over the edge.

The feeling of him through our mate bond, how wild he is with desire, how he craves my body and takes pleasure in it.

I know that he needs me just as much as I need him, and that makes it easy to let go and give in to orgasm. To feel it wash over me, and hear him groan with desire as my body clenches on his shaft. He pulls me up against him and rolls his hips as I come in waves, my thighs trembling and my mouth open in a soft moan.

Then it's over, and I can barely stay upright, which is why I'm glad that Lance slides his hands towards my shoulders and takes my weight. Shifting away from me for a moment, he turns our bodies around so that we're facing each other. Then he picks me up and wraps me around his waist in one smooth motion that only a man as strong as him could pull off.

Digging my fingers into his short, white hair, I whimper as he enters me again. My head falls towards his and our foreheads touch, his broad palms cradling my thighs, my heels pressing into his back. Our gazes lock, and he trembles as he shifts my weight down and buries himself inside me, a shattered expression crossing his face.

"I never want to lose you again, my darling Lilah." Lance's plush lips press against my cheek, and I roll my hips down and forward, enjoying the way he fills and stretches me. "You're the light of my life, the sun in my sky. I hope that you know how much I love you."

I shiver, tightening against him. "I do know."

"Good. Because you should never doubt how precious or wonderful you are." His mouth moves across mine as his strong hands draw my body up and down against him. "I only became the man I am, the strong one who supports you, because of you. If I'm your strength, then you're my reason for being, Delilah."

"And you're my rock, Lance. I love you so much."

We kiss, mouths open and fingers digging into each other's skin. He leans back to take more of my weight and shifts the pace of his hips to something faster and raw. I gasp, leaning against him, my clit sparking to life again as it rubs against his impossibly strong abs.

Lance's groans grows louder, his voice crescendoing in the air around us as he snaps his hips forward and pulls my body down onto his.

And I dig my nails into his skin, eyes falling closed and lips parting as I cry out, rushing towards a sharp, second orgasm.

I feel it through our connection as he releases himself. There's a surge of pleasure, a tightening, and a long, drawn-out release. My own climax pools and clenches deep within me, joining his and drawing us closer together.

All around us, bright blue mating threads tie our strengths together.

Lance cradles me against his chest and breathes deeply as he comes down from his orgasm. He slowly lowers me to the tarp, nuzzling my neck and raining kisses down on my cheek and jaw. As my feet hit the ground, my legs wobble, and I lean against him for support.

"I can feel you," I whisper, closing my eyes and pressing my forehead against his chest, where his beating heart thumps a comforting rhythm. "Each of you are there again, just in the back of my mind, undeniable. Except for one."

"Wewillfind him." Lance's voice is firm, his tone confident. He splays one hand along my waist and strokes my hair with the other, gently untangling the knots that he finds. "Delphine took him because she could see the writing on the wall, and knew that she was losing. That doesn't mean she's going to get to keep him."

Breathing in deep, I nod and relax. Looking up, I meet his soulful brown eyes and feel my pulse slow to a calmer rhythm.

I can also feel, in the back of my mind, that Finn and Kieran have discovered some kind of alternative tunnel into the caverns. Their thoughts slip through my fingers—and their voices aren't that far away. When I tilt my head and hone in on my wolf's senses, I can tell which direction they're coming from.

"Let's get dressed," I tell Lance, stepping back from him and bending down to gather my strewn-about clothes. "I feel renewed and invigorated. Sleep can wait. We have more battles to fight."

"Agreed."

Lance cleans himself up and disposes of the condom, slipping it into a small trash bag hanging off a sapling nearby. We each pull on our clothes, and I take a moment to throw my hair up on a ponytail, wanting it up off my neck as the rising sun warms the woods around us.

Fluttering my eyes closed, I press my heels into the ground, center myself downward, then reach my awareness out. My mind flits against the edge of Lance, then Finn and Kieran nearby, and finally Bastian further out in the woods, near a stream where he's apparently catching fish with his bare hands.

Trust my wild, half-tamed mate to get us dinner without missing a beat.

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