Page 13 of Through Battle and Blades (The Wolf Queen 2)

“Then you better get right on that then,” Axe replied. His arms were like iron bands, cutting into my flesh, but somehow that bone deep sensation was exactly what I needed.

“Axe…” I cried and he just nuzzled his nose into my neck.

“I know, I know. You’ve needed this for some time, but you’re too damn good at switching off from the demands of your body. Put your hand on Gael’s head.”

“What?”

“Guide him where you need him. He knows, like any good subject, he knows what his queen needs, but sometimes it feels good to reach out and take what you need.”

As if of its own volition, my hand shot out and when I gripped Gael’s warrior braids, his eyes rolled up to meet mine, full of dark intent, a slow smile forming. But not for long. A fire had been lit inside me and as if doused with pitch, it roared up too hot, too bright.

Did I drag Gael closer or did he lunge for me? I couldn’t tell. All I knew was I was split lewdly open, exposed to the room and then my mate struck.

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Hands under my thighs, keeping me where I was, a tongue flicking out and parting me. A ragged groan from my throat as it slid upwards, then flicked over what ached the most. His lips locked down on that, sucking lightly that sensitive bundle of nerves and right when my breath was coming out in rapid little pants, fingers were forced inside me. The sounds I made were strangled garbage, words unable to be formed because all I could do was feel.

Gael was piercing me, splitting me open, forcing me to admit him. To put aside the trauma of today and be here. And I couldn’t have been more present. I felt every push of his fingers, stretching me, readying me for what was to come, but not before this. His suckling was quite gentle but my response was not, great waves of pleasure ripping through me, coming faster and faster until his fingers crooked up and pressed hard against something I didn’t even understand.

I didn’t need to. Bliss flared bright, ramping up, up, up in a way that didn’t feel possible, even though it patently was. And that’s when it happened.

“Come for him,” Axe urged. “Come for your mate.”

I was helpless to resist his command. A golden, perfect pleasure that was strangely familiar filled my body and right then, I never wanted it to stop. There was no pain, no irritation, no boredom and definitely no betrayal here, only this. My eyes snapped open, and I stared at the way the shadows on the ceiling flickered due to the breeze caressing the candle flame, unable to do anything else when Axe spoke.

“Good girl.”

I might have hated those words before this, but right now my defences were down and they washed over me like warm water. They swallowed me up and let me fall limp against his chest as he stroked his hand through my hair. But the rush of sweetness was pushed away as Gael rose, his fractured eye searing into mine as he wiped his hand across his chin, removing the glistening evidence of what we’d done, then licking his fingers clean. But it was the smile that killed me.

None of the dark, dour man was here, nor the loving mate. This was the wolf. He let his eyes run all over me in a way that was eminently possessive and I knew why. I was his, I knew that now, the throb of the bite on my neck and the one between my thighs making sure that was clear. So when he leaned over me, I reached for him and when he covered my body with his, I craved that, right up until he pulled me up and off Axe’s body and down onto his.

“You can ride a horse, milady,” he said as my eyes widened, my hips straddling his. His lips twisted into a slow smirk. “Now ride me.”

“I…”

Some of my ardour cooled then. I felt awfully exposed for one, my eyes flicking around to see every man’s eyes on me.

“Don’t look at them, look at me,” Gael said and there was something to that. He’d meant it as an affable thing if his tone was to be believed, but he hadn’t been able to maintain it. A hunger rose, forcing the smile to fade and something else to rise. “Just me, Darcy.”

So it was just Gael who had my focus. I looked down at him with a question in my eyes, not at all sure what I was doing. The priests had obviously never spoken of something like this and when I’d spied on people having sex, it was always him taking her.

“Take your pleasure from me,” he explained. “Use me to get what you need. You’ll be able to control things from this position, how fast we go and how deep.”

I remembered then that swollen knot and thought I understood what he meant.

“And what about you?” I asked, hating the waver in my voice.

“I’ll have your hot little cunt around my cock.” The grin was back and twice as bright, right up until I shifted, grasping that cock by the base and then slowly easing myself down on it. “Yes, Darcy…” His words came out a desperate hiss now, his fingers digging into my arse as I moved. “Just like that, love.”

Any anxiety I might have felt left the moment I felt him enter me. Just like that, indeed. No matter how I was trained or raised, there was a part of me beneath all of that, an instinctual creature, and she knew this was good and right. The pleasures of his mouth were a sweet thing, but this? I had been aching all day, dismissing it as the after effects of being mated for the first time, but now I learned the truth. I needed him, deep inside me, that ache transmuting into a feral kind of pleasure the moment he slid home.

“That’s it,” he said as I sobbed out my relief, one of his hands snaking down to rub against that little bud of nerves. He groaned as my body tightened in response. “Gods, but you unman me. I feel like I can’t last.”

“But you will, brother,” Dane said, and I felt him crawl onto the bed. “This is our mate and you must service her well.”

“That I fucking will,” Gael growled. “Ready, my love?’

Was I? I couldn’t tell, unable to muster conscious thought. My hands planted themselves on Gael’s chest and I found myself arching my back, drawing his length out of me, only for my hips to snap back down. Gods, feeling full of Gael was one thing, but by moving it felt like I was reminded of exactly what was happening in much greater detail.

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