Page 39 of Power of Draken

“Don’t.” His voice hardens to command he so rarely uses, and the hand holding my wrists tightens its hold. “New rule for tonight. We say the truth. Only the truth. Tell me what just happened inside that beautiful mind of yours.”

Heat creeps over my face, which at least, is a barrier against the nipping cold. And maybe it's how close Logan is, or how genuine his honey golden eyes seem as he looks down at me, or just the force of his command against my exhaustion, but I give him the truth he asks for. "I’m scared.”

“Of me?” Logan asks.

“A part of you.”

Logan goes preternaturally still above me. “Which part?”

“Really? I have to spell it out?” I am already regretting this conversation, because the way he is looking at me—as if he is the one afraid now—makes me think that I have to do just that. “The part that goes…” I can’t do this. “I think you might be very big. Large. Long. Thick. Um -”

“He got the idea, trust me,” Kyrian says on my other side as Logan’s face relaxes, mirth now playing over his too beautiful features.

"You mean my cock?” Logan clarifies, making the word sound extra dirty. The grin in his eyes says he’s doing it on purpose. “You think I have a big, thick, long cock?”

Gods. “Yes, ok?”

The grin spreads to his face. “I do. So does Kyrian.”

Brilliant.

“Now that we’ve established that we have well endowed cocks, can you explain why that is a concern?”

“Because it will hurt. A lot. And I don’t know if I can take it.”

Logan’s brows pull together and there is movement on the other side of me as Kyrian also gets up on one elbow and invites himself into the conversation. Because that’s exactly what a conversation like this needs. More men.

"Logan can do many things, but he isn't going to hurt you,” Kyrian says. He sounds absurdly sure and it’s an effort of will to not snap and how would you know back at him.

"Not on purpose." I tip my head back and close my eyes. If I am going to have this conversation, I’m sure as hell not doing it while looking at them. “I’m all wrong inside. Not like other women.” Gods take me. I can’t believe I really said that. That I’m about to say more. But just now, at this tiny moment in time, it feels safe to tell the truth. “I don’t really feel pleasure like normal people do. Usually it just hurts.”

“Not for nothing rabbit, but you were half way to pleasure just from the feel of my mouth against your neck,” Logan says. “So tell me what idiot told you that you can’t feel it?”

“Wait just a second,” Kyrian says, before I can answer. “How many men have you laid with?”

“One.”

The men look at eachother, both their jaws tightening.

“Is one good or bad?” I clarify.

“And was that one named Collin Chambers?” Kyrian presses, ignoring my question.

"It was,” Logan answers for me. There is something dangerous in his voice and I am immensely grateful that the wrath there isn't directed at me. “That rutting asshole couldn’t do his job and then said you were broken?”

“I am broken,” I say. “Truth, remember? I get dizzy out of nowhere. And migraines. And random pain in my joints. And I trip over my own feet on a regular basis. Which is why Logan’s had to work with me all this time in skills other cadets have mastered years ago. So let’s not dance around that point.”

"What about a release?" Kyrian asks. “Does that happen regularly?”

"For him?"

"Fuck him," Logan snarls. "You."

I shake my head.

"And did that arsehole tell you it was your fault?" The outrage in Kyrian's voice echoes in the hard set of Logan's face. Two sets of eyes, one honey-gold and one ocean blue focus on me intently.

“I'm—"

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