Page 64 of Through Battle and Blades (The Wolf Queen 2)

“I know that feeling so fucking well, it feels like my balls will fair drop off,” Axe added.

“Bring them to their peak, then stop,” Dane continued, ignoring their comments, his focus entirely on me. “Get them so damn close their cocks twitch and jerk in the air, ready to explode. But don’t let them, not yet.”

“Brother, I don’t think I—” Weyland started to say.

“Say ‘Arden’ or shut up,” Dane replied, cutting through his response. “All of you. You gave me control, so you’ll obey me until you opt out of this little game. Are you out, Weyland?”

“No,” he ground out, staring down at me with a rebellious light in his eyes.

“So how do I…?” I asked, shifting on the bed, confronted then with the evidence of just how much each man wanted me. It was both flattering and intimidating. I looked to Dane then, wanting, needing his guidance, but he just smiled.

He seemed to relax in his chair now, a picture of indolence. His hand gave a little wave as he replied. “You know what they want, what they need, what will have them shuddering at your touch, longing for more.” My hand moved then as if by his direction, not mine. Weyland hissed when the first fingertip touched his stomach, the muscles bunching distractingly as a result. “They don’t need anything fancy or debauched. They just need you.”

“Do you?” I asked, looking up then, meeting Weyland’s eyes, then Axe’s, then Gael’s. They didn’t reply in words, because that was the game, wasn’t it? Dane was forcing these big, strong warriors to submit to me.

But he didn’t need to and I realised that was the point. I became exquisitely aware of the power dynamic on the bed due to Dane’s simple orders. They surrounded me, displaying all their strength and experience, which could’ve been intimidating, and instead he gave me control.

Power I chose to exercise as I stroked my hand down Weyland’s stomach. His breathing picked up, a small hiss leaving his lips, and when I looked to the side, each man was watching me at play. My other hand joined the first, just smoothing them over Weyland’s chest and hips, glorying in the feel of him.

“Yes, lass…” he whispered. “Gods, you make me feel so good.”

“Is that allowed?” I asked Dane with a grin.

“He’s giving you your due,” Dane replied, and something slightly melancholy crossed his face then. “I’d never deny you that, ever.” His eyes flicked to Weyland. “He’s already on edge. He just took you as his mate and the need burns hard in him. Stoke it higher, lass. Make him burn.”

His words must’ve contained just a little of his alpha bark, because as soon as he said them, I moved to do just that. I rose up on my knees, still too short by comparison, but Weyland leaned towards me. His head hung down, his eyes following my hands as they swept up his chest. His teeth clenched when my fingernails scraped across his nipples, resulting in me going back for another sweep.

“You’re reading his body,” Dane said. “Good. Everything you need to know is there.”

Emboldened by his words, I grasped the tight beads of Weyland’s nipples and gave them a tug. He let out a gasp in response, his eyes dropping down and it was then I saw his cock jerk, a small bead of fluid forming on the end. I rubbed the sensitive points between the pads of my fingers, heard more pants, saw more fluid form and then slide down the length of him, almost as if the process was milking it out of him.

But I knew something that would do the job so much more satisfactorily.

I reached up then, grabbing him around the neck and drawing him down and when we kissed it was a hungry open-mouthed thing. This wasn’t a demonstration of love, or perhaps it was in the way wolves made it. With fangs and tongues and a hunger that wouldn’t be denied.

“Lass…” His voice broke as I kissed my way down, scrupulously avoiding where he wanted my mouth. “Darcy, I’d do just about anything… I need… Please…”

“How easily she breaks you, brother,” Dane said.

“I don’t know about you, but I was broken the moment I caught sight of her,” Weyland rasped, then he stared down at me. “Are you going to put me back together?”

I grinned then, flashing my fangs at him before I pressed a kiss to the front of his thigh.

“Beg her to,” Dane said.

“Please, love…” The first tone was so hard to hear, all his longing wrapped up in two words. “Please. I spend my days needing your touch and I thought that would get easier when we mated, but it’s worse. It’s like a dull knife, slowly slicing me in two and there’s me, pressing my flesh into the blade, wanting it to cut deeper. I need you, Darcy, so fucking much and I—uh!”

I pressed my lips to the swell of his knot and his words devolved down into a grunt. I sensed the struggle in him, his shoulders shifting as he went to reach out, to guide my head where he wanted it, but was forced to stop himself.

“If he touches you before I say so,” Dane warned, “then Weyland waits the rest of the night out, untouched and unsatisfied.”

“I think I fucking hate this game,” the man in question growled.

“Of course you do. You always have. You so rarely have to wait for what you want, instead you’re used to just reaching out for it and it miraculously appears,” Dane replied.

“So that’s what this is about? Some kind of lesson?” Weyland twisted and looked back over his shoulder at his brother.

“Everything’s a lesson if you’re paying attention enough.”

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