Page 82 of Alpha Exile

"I should've seen this coming," Roarke says, sounding miserable. "I'm so sorry Delilah, I failed to protect you again."

"It's okay," I tell him, reaching around to wind my arms around his neck and hug him close. "My period is supposed to start in a few days, and if it doesn't, we'll just deal with it, okay? Because I love you all, and what's done is done."

I say the words because he needs to hear them, and because I hope that if I say them, I'll believe them. Half-joking, I add as I pull away from the hug, "I can slay our enemies with a swelling belly, just like Portia did."

Roarke frowns, but accepts this with a slow nod, adding after a moment, "I suppose now we know what weshouldn'ttry next time."

"Oh, no, none of that." I grab his chin and draw him to me for a kiss. "That was the best orgasm in my life. You're not taking it off the table—either one of you. We'll just have to time it with my cycle, like most female wolves have to do."

Not for the first time, I find myself wishing that human birth control worked better for us. I would gladly take a pill a day if it meant not having to deal with latex anymore.

Though at least this next sex act doesn't cause pregnancy. I kiss Roarke and Kieran one last time, murmur, "Entertain each other for a moment or two," and set my sights on a certain lover waiting in the corner of the room.

Stretching up onto my legs, I shake out the trembles and make my way to Lance. He pushes off from the wall, drains his margarita, leaves the cup behind on the bar, and stalks over towards me.

"Finally," he murmurs, sweeping my hair off my neck and dragging me against his chest for a deep, powerful kiss. "The best is saved for last, and that mouth is saved for me."

Putting his hands on my shoulders, he draws me down to my knees, then tilts my chin up so I'm looking into his eyes. Then he rocks forward on his heels, parts my lips, and eases slowly into my mouth.

He's heaven on my tongue, warm and weighty. I grab onto his hips to steady myself, close my eyes, and stretch back to welcome him in. Gently but relentlessly, he strokes in and out of my mouth, pushing up against my throat and groaning as he slips into its tight column.

"Such a tight, beautiful mouth." Grunting, he leans forward and smoothes my hair back from my head, then gathers it in a tight ponytail in his fist. "Swallow me whole, my beautiful Lilah."

His fingers reach around to stroke my throat as I breathe slowly through my nose and draw him further back into me. The feeling of him inside me, his trembling thighs, the uncontrolled groans of pleasure that leave his mouth, all arouse me once more. So I bring my fingers down between my thighs and press them up inside me, twisting my thumb against my clit as I surrender to his weight and his prowess.

Lance drags my hair back as he begins to set a rhythm, fucking my mouth slowly and torturously, the base of his cock pressing against my lips, his abs shoving onto my nose. I gasp and moan around him, enjoying the sound he makes when I swallow around his shaft, how he groans and trembles.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs softly to me, "so sweet and skillful. You deserve to come with me. Touch yourself more."

Aroused by his praise, I tighten my thighs around my fingers and crook them inside my warmth. I can feel the remains of Roarke and Kieran's accidental release inside me, still warm from their bodies. Whimpering, I press my fingers deep within and ease into a small, soft climax.

"That's it." I swallow around him, listening to him groan. "My good, good Delilah. Come for me while I fuck your throat."

Bellowing out, Lance tightens his hand in my hair and rocks all the way into my mouth and throat. His climax is hard and all-consuming, his release splashing into the back of my mouth. I feel him shake and tremble, his moans joining with the clenching of my body around my own fingers.

Swallowing, I suck on the head of his cock as his balls tighten up and release the last dredges of his climax inside me. He strokes my hair back from my forehead and murmurs softly, "You did so well."

"I wanted to make you happy." I lick the underside of his cock, watching his abdomen flare and release with pleasure. "Did I?"

"Always, my love."

He draws me to my feet and eases my weight onto his chest as he leans down to kiss me, licking the taste of his release off my tongue. I shiver against his body, enjoying the way his softening cock is trapped against us. Tightening my thighs, I rub against it and he moans his approval into my mouth.

After I draw back from him, I turn around to find that Finn is on his knees, sucking Bastian off. He slides him out of his mouth slowly, crooks a brow at me, and drawls, "Care to let us borrow those tits? Bas over here needs something to come on."

"I can do you one better," I tell them, and I slip between their bodies, grab each of their shafts in my hand, and trade turns kissing them as I stroke them off.

Finn comes on my ass with a cry of relief, while Bastian spills eagerly onto my chest, groaning as his hard-on re-emerges a moment later.

So this time, I slide a condom onto him and lean back against Finn as I draw him between my thighs.

It doesn't take long for his furious strokes to bring him to the edge again—especially with Finn working my clit through it, forcing me to an orgasm that makes my entire lower body shake as I draw Bastian's shaft deep inside me and clench around it.

Their mouths slide against mine as he comes, and I can't tell who's kissing who, not that it matters.

As long as we're together, everything is going to be okay.

And the orgasms will just keep coming.

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