Page 75 of Alpha Exile

At the same time, Delilah lowers herself on to me. As Roarke pulls his cock out of my mouth, I stretch up and flick my tongue out against her, enjoying the way she shimmies down on top of me and moans in arousal. Stretching out, she puts her hand on my shaft and brings it into her mouth, the tightness of her lips and eagerness of her tongue pushing me over the edge.

In a stroke of genius, Roarke pushes his fingers into Delilah as he strokes into my mouth. I stretch my head back and relax my throat, drawing him in and sucking lightly. This makes him groan and tremble, so I do it again, reaching up to grab onto his hips and guide them until I hear him make a sound of pure, uncontrolled pleasure.

The sound of it goes straight to my cock, my hips surging up as Delilah relaxes her throat around me and swallows me down.

It's hard to breathe like this, but thankfully I don't have to for long. Roarke, moaning, slides in and out eagerly until he's gasping and growling with uncontrolled arousal. Then he slides out of me, reaches for a condom, and slips it on before grabbing Delilah's thighs and pressing himself into her.

She moans around my shaft as he enters her, and I shudder as I watch their bodies join together, her bright pink lips parting for him. I open my mouth and flick my tongue against her clit, his shaft moving against me, her moans pressing against the base of my cock. Soon her body is clenching and rolling, our mate bond flaring to life as she swallows my arousal deeply and shudders in orgasm above me.

Roarke follows her soon after, his hips stuttering and his mouth falling open in a long groan. I work the base of his cock with my tongue and lick her clit, grinding my shaft deep inside her mouth and throat. I feel arousal wash over me, deep pleasure drawing into my abdomen and clenching my body tight.

As my climax nears, I draw my shaft out onto her tongue, letting my release spill into the front of her mouth. She sucks lightly as she swallows, then licks my shaft and head while more and more of my climax follows, aftershocks of pleasure rolling through me. Everything around me seems to white out for a moment as I come more than I ever have in my life.

Then Delilah slides off me, Roarke's softening shaft falling out of her, and she flops down onto her back. He leaves for a moment to clean up, while I breathe deeply on the mattress, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I imagined what just happened.

A moment later Roarke returns. Sliding in next to me, he draws my face around towards his and stares deeply into my eyes. Then he kisses me, his mouth light and exploratory, his tongue licking across my lips.

As we part he murmurs, "That... was amazing." Reaching across me, he tugs on Delilah's leg. "Get back up here."

She groans as she shifts around until her head is on the same side of the bed as ours. Roarke slides on top of me, bracketing me with his arms, and stretches across to kiss her. She moans and shivers, her body trembling with aftershocks of orgasm. He slides over top of her to the other side of the bed, pressing her soft body between us, and I find myself staring deeply into her chipped green eyes.

"You're something special, you know that?" Pulling her body against mine, I push my leg between her soft thighs, enjoying the whimper that leaves her lips as her body reacts to too much pleasure. "Next time you decide to get inventive with the sex positions, warn me in advance. I'm pretty sure that just blew my mind."

"It's only the beginning," she murmurs, stretching forward to press her lips to mine playfully. "I've got a few more ideas. Maybe even a book with diagrams."

Roarke slides his arms around her and throws a leg over both of us. Nuzzling her neck, he murmurs, "You better not be asking Finn for advice."

"Me? Never." She blinks her eyes innocently. "He justgivesit to me. You know, there's this one position... well, we'll get there." A fiendish expression crosses her face. "Let's just say that I hope you're both ready, because I plan on adding these threesomes to our solo rotations, so I hope you're in excellent shape."

Meeting Roarke's amused gaze over her head, I murmur, "Oh, I think I can manage to get it up often enough to satisfy you. There arefiveof us, after all. Even the boldest she-wolf has to get tired sometimes."

"You would think, but it hasn't happened yet." She wriggles between us, and I groan, pained heat flaring to life deep in my body. "One of the benefits of super-fast healing? No chafing or friction burns. As long as I don't get pregnant, we'll have plenty of opportunity."

That last sentence casts a sudden pall over the room, because Roarke flinches, a guilty expression crossing his face. Delilah immediately reaches down and grabs his hand, tugging it up and cradling it, a slightly regretful expression on her face. I find myself hoping fervently that their slip up doesn't result in anything—because if it does, that's the sort of guilt that shouldn't mar a moment that's meant to be joyful.

"We'll figure it out, one way or another," she murmurs, twisting around to kiss Roarke's cheek. "Just as soon as Delphine is dead, and we have time to plan the future. Finn suggested a house with six bedrooms."

"Five," I object. "Yours will obviously be shared."

"And what about Kerry?" She raises her brows. "She's lost her entire coven and has nowhere else to go. Plus we a guest room for Cat."

Roarke snorts. "A guest room on another level of the house, thanks. I'd rather not hear her and Niall more than I have to."

"So seven bedrooms," I observe, shaking my head immediately after. "Make that eight or nine—eventually, wewillhave children. Throw in a few extra bedrooms in case of werewolf multiples... That's a house that'll take a long time to build."

"We'll start as soon as Delphine is dead and done," Delilah says, "and hopefully be finished before the first kid is born."

I'm about to ask how we'll pick a schedule—knowing Finn, he'll probably suggest we each get one night a week, then a night for him and Bastian, and another for me and Roarke—when Roarke suddenly cries out and brings his hands to his head, his expression tightening in pain.

"What's wrong?" Delilah scrambles upright, reaching over to clasp his forehead. "What is it, what's going on?"

I throw myself out of bed, heading for the bathroom and tugging the first aid kit out from under the sink, where I saw it when looking for condoms last night. When I get back, Roarke's hands are at his side and Delilah is hissing in sympathy, dabbing blood from his ears with tissues.

"It's Delphine," he says, and immediately my hackles go up. "Not like that—she's not nearby or anything. In fact... she's miles away. Almost exactly seven point five miles north-northwest of us."

"What?"

"How can you know that?"

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