Page 72 of Alpha Exile

In a quiet, reverential voice, Kieran says, "Oh."

Then, "Itisyou."

Instead of responding to this verbally, Roarke reaches out with both hands, grabs Kieran's shirt, and rips it off his body.

He follows this movement with tearing off his belt, shoving his pants down, and revealing Kieran's half-aroused state.

Dumbly, I blink at his movements, observing wryly that the Roarke in the woods who tore my clothing off must have been thereal,uninhibited, moon-drunk Roarke. Clearly there are some things he wants to do on a primal level that he must have held himself back from.

But he's not holding himself back now. As soon as he has Kieran in a buck-naked and confused state, Roarke kneels down, grabs his hips, and puts his mouth around his erection.

The first thing Kieran does is gasp. The second is look at me, a raw, wild expression in his eyes.

His hand reaches out, and I reach back, taking it out and holding his fingers as Roarke opens his mouth and sucks him down.

"Is this really him? Can you—feel him through the bond?"

"Him and then some," I murmur, reaching out to thread my fingers in Roarke's hair. He growls, almost possessive, and takes more of Kieran's mouth in his shaft, a little uncertainly, as if he doesn't quite know how to do this from the other end. "It's him, Kieran. Just him without the inhibitions. Maybe because the possession let those go."

"I'm not sure that—oh."

Kieran's head tilts back, the column of his throat exposed as he rocks his hips forward in delirious desire. A moment later he stops, shudders, and pulls back, shoving his hand on Roarke's head until they part.

Looking up, Roarke growls at this, fingers digging into Kieran's hips. "What the fuck are you doing?" His voice is low, hoarse from a long day and raw with desire. "I thought you wanted this."

"I..." Kieran swallows. "I do."

"Then shut up and take it."

Roarke dives back in, and this time, Kieran can't seem to stop himself from accepting. I watch them both, my eyes drawn to the thickness of Kieran's arousal, to the reddened pink of Roarke's lips. His own arousal grows as he sucks on Kieran until he's hard and moaning, his hips moving shallowly back and forth.

Based on the wide-eyed, nearly reverential expression on Kieran's face, he never thought this could happen. His back bends, body arching towards Roarke as he shudders with delight. I bite my lower lip, reaching my hand down between my thighs and gasping at the spark of desire that stokes inside me at their shared arousal.

A moment later Roarke pulls back, licks Kieran's shaft once with a curious expression, then unfolds to standing. He whirls around, grabs my hips, and tears the remnants of my ruined shorts and torn-up shirt off my body.

"You didn't want that anyway," he murmurs, rocking forward to press his arousal against my naked body. He reaches his fingers between my thighs and growls lightly as he brushes against the wetness there. "Good. You're both ready."

I don't quite understand what he means until he turns me around to face Kieran, puts his hands on both my thighs, and heaves me up between them, legs spread.

Kieran grabs hold of my legs, taking my weight and drawing me against him. He gasps, then moans, as Roarke reaches between them to grab his arousal and draws it inside me.

I moan, shivering as I'm sandwiched between the two of them. Roarke's desire is hot and impatient, his arousal sliding between my thighs to rub against Kieran's as he pushes me onto him. He parts his lips and slides his teeth across my skin, the tips of two sharp fangs slipping out and piercing my skin.

Whimpering, I wind my legs around Kieran and draw him into me, enjoying the shocked look of pleasure on his face. His head dips forward, and he rests his face on my other shoulder, his lips pressed firmly against my skin.

As he draws out of me, our mouths come together in a kiss. Then I feel Roarke's chest rumble against my back, and he reaches between our bodies. This time, he shifts my weight forward and slides his own arousal into my body, making me gasp and tremble all over again.

He works me for several long strokes. At the same time, his hand circles around Kieran's arousal, stroking his hard length. Kieran moans into my mouth, kissing me deeply and trembling. The mate bond between us flares wide open with pleasure, his desire aching and pulsing, his cock leaking in Roarke's grip.

Then Roarke pulls out of me and, at the same moment, slips Kieran inside.

I gasp and tremble with pleasure. My pleasure only grows when Roarke's fingers reach around to press against my clit, his shaft sliding between my thighs, his breathy moans skimming my skin. This time, Kieran slips out after a few strokes, and Roarke almost instantly replaces him.

It's almost too much pleasure. I buck between them, back arching. My fingers dig into Kieran's shoulders and my mouth slides open as I stretch towards my climax like the waves of a lake lapping shore. Roarke nips my shoulder lightly, his shaft sliding into me, and Kieran kisses me and he teases my clit with the head of his arousal.

One slides out, the other slides in, back and forth as I clench rhythmically around them in an orgasm that seems to last forever.

I feel it when Roarke is about to come. He winds an arm around my waist and pulls me harshly against him, his fingers reaching towards my clit and forcing my body to clench and tremble around him. Shoving forward, he quicks his pace, growing faster and faster towards a release.

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