Page 72 of Through Battle and Blades (The Wolf Queen 2)

“Lass…”

Just one word, one tiny little prayer, but it was everything, coming from Dane. I pushed my face harder into the rough fabric, rubbing my mouth along the swollen length of him.

And that’s when he broke. He let me go, his hands going to the lacings at the front of his trews, the fabric parting with a welcome urgency. Then those long, strong fingers delved inside, gripping his cock with a kind of roughness I didn’t dare use. I moved my hands, ready to take over, but he just barked an order in response.

“No hands.”

I locked my hands around my forearms, keeping them behind my back automatically now. Then he produced his cock, displaying the thick length to me, but holding me off when I went to take a taste.

“Be sure this is what you want,” he repeated. Any gentleness in Dane was gone now, leaving a hard-eyed prince staring down at his impudent subject. His fingers slid up and down the shaft, forcing a bead of clear fluid from the ending. “I’ll try to be gentle, to not push you too far, but I can’t promise anything.” The free hand went to the back of my neck, his hand shockingly hot against the skin. “If that’s not what you want…”

His words ended with a hiss as I ducked forward, sliding my tongue up his shaft, licking the skin I could reach between his fingers.

“Little minx…” he groaned. “You’ll have your mouth full and you won’t be able to say ‘Arden’, so you’ll use your hands if you need me to stop. If you loosen your grip on your arms, I’ll stop right away, yes?”

I nodded and then felt his hand tighten, guiding me closer until my lips hovered over the swollen red head of his cock. I opened my mouth wide in preparation, but he tutted his response.

“Too eager. You don’t think I’d just plunge myself down your throat, after spending so much time fantasising over what that mouth could do? Lick your lips.” I did just that, back in that timeless space where he made the decisions and I followed them. “Now purse them, as if for a kiss, but softly.” I adjusted the tension in my mouth, feeling my lips go pillowy, slick and soft. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Now, you’re going to brush them across the head of my cock, soft as a butterfly’s wing.”

I was pressed closer and the moment I touched him, he groaned, his hips bucking upwards, a spectacular loss of control for him. I smiled, then went back again, just swiping the softness of my lips against the hardness of him.

“Gods, it’s fucking better than I dreamed.”

I liked his voice, deep, growly and utterly destroyed, so I pulled away to lick my lips again, pressing against his hand before going back for more. My lips parted slightly now, the swollen head pushing between them, despite what he’d asked me to do. I slicked the head of his cock with my saliva, polishing the already taut surface until it gleamed, salty fluid oozing from him to help the process. He tried to keep his head, praising me in frantic little bursts, his tone trembling as he struggled to keep it even until finally, he pulled me away.

“I want you to spend hours doing just that,” he told me. “Unhurried and drowning me in this sensual wave, but morning is coming and we need some sleep if we’re to present ourselves to my father’s generals in the morning. Open your mouth, Darcy.” I did just that. “Now, stick out your tongue just far enough to cover your teeth. Good girl.”

He held his cock in one hand, my head in the other and he brought the two of us together with a long, strangled groan.

“Don’t suck, not yet.” That was ground out between clenched teeth. “Just let me feel you… feel your mouth.” His cock was thrust deeper into my mouth before he pulled me back, only to go back for more. I pressed my tongue up along the underside of his cock, something that drew a choked back chuckle from him. “Little minx. Too much of a queen to be a perfect submissive, and yet you feel so damn good, I can’t bring myself to care. Gods, Darcy, just like that.”

His hold on me tightened, his thrusts growing shorter, deeper and that’s when I began to understand the warning. He was forcing me down harder on his cock, the shaft seeming to swell under the attention, but the thick length was being pushed down a throat that closed down in response.

“Relax your throat, Darcy.”

His voice was an iron command again, one I couldn’t help but obey, even as my heart raced as I wondered what would happen if I did. I found out quickly, my throat convulsing around him, forcing me to pull back, coughing and spluttering.

“We don’t have to go any further.” His eyes raked across my face, searching, searching for some sort of indication of what I wanted, needed. Him, I wanted to tell him, even as I wondered how that would look. “You’ve given me more than I dreamed, Darcy.” He leaned forward, closing the gap between us, his mouth hovering over mine. “You’ve done so well.”

That, that was the clincher for me, that sweetly delivered praise in a setting that would have had Linnea fainting fair away from the shame. But I didn’t feel that or anything else the priests had told me to feel. I just felt this bond with him. I wanted to please him, to bring him to that peak they were all obsessed in dragging me over, to see that mask finally crack with the pleasure I had wrought. I kissed him chastely, then pulled away, pushing back into his hand.

“More, Dane.”

His growl was savagely suppressed, the energy he held back transmuting into his actions. His hand was like iron, forcing me back down onto his cock, even as it rubbed at my neck.

“Open your throat,” he ordered, his body flexing when I did just that, feeling the broad head of his cock lodging there for precious seconds before pulling away, breath sucking in through my nostrils. “Fuck… fuck…” He was cracking, I could hear it in his voice. “Hands up if you’re done.” The warning was delivered tersely, as if he resented every word of it. “Break your grip if you want things to stop.” But when I remained resolutely where I was, the onslaught began.

This wasn’t the gentle sucking of a cock Weyland had introduced me to, though I guessed that made sense. Dane was the one who seemed the most even-tempered, the most consistent, but underneath that composure lurked a beast. One who fucked his cock up into my mouth, driving it deeper, faster, with every stroke. I was glad this hadn’t been my introduction to the act, Weyland seeming to know I would not have coped well with it. But now?

I was no stranger to beauty in savagery, and for me, that’s what this was. Just as training was hot, sweaty, messy, sometimes bloody work, this was rough and hard, my drool falling in strings from my open mouth. But together we danced, just as I had with his brothers on the training grounds, but this time it was Dane that wielded the sword.

“Fuck, Darcy…” He pulled me free finally, my eyes bleary and hazy, but I caught it, the moment he cracked. He had none of his former composure, the man just as desperate, just as torn apart as I was. I smiled then, licking my lips, trying to remove some of the mess there, but he just shook his head. “I’m close. You know what will happen if we continue?”

I let out a low chuckle. He could school me in many things, I felt, but not this. At the end I rebelled, loosening my grip on my own arms, my shoulder joints protesting for a moment before my hands surged forward. He muttered something about it being over, that we needed to stop, but right now, he wasn’t the one in control.

I was.

One hand surrounded his knot, squeezing it even as my mouth slid down over his cock, instantly being rewarded by a hot jet of something salty. I sucked hard, wanting every drop of that seed and whatever else he had to give me.

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