Page 66 of Through Battle and Blades (The Wolf Queen 2)

Swallowed? More like just get my lips around the broad crown of him, but I managed that.

“Good girl…” came one low growl.

“That’s it. Not too much. Don’t choke on the big bastard. You’re doing so well.”

“Fuck, this is what heaven feels like.”

I replaced Axe’s hand with mine, doing my best to wrap my fingers around him and failing, then swivelling my palm in time with my short little head bobs. The fact I could take very little of Axe’s cock in my mouth didn’t seem to upset him one little bit. Quite the contrary, actually. Hands, so many hands, worked together to stroke me through this. Some rubbing across my back, others possessively claiming my hips, while a very familiar massive one cupped my chin, straightening the line of my throat a little, which allowed him to slip slightly deeper.

“Just like that, lass. Gods, you make my nuts boil. You make me feel so damn good. Dane…”

“Yes, brother.”

“I’m not gonna last. I’m just not. No, lass, don’t play with my knot. That destroys—”

Axe’s responses abruptly stopped as I tightened my grip on that swollen protuberance, ignoring Dane’s rules. But I think he always knew we would. The others coaxed me and encouraged me, telling me what a good job I was doing, and a hungry little part of my soul lapped it all up, just as I was about to do to Axe. I couldn’t take much of his length, but I could lavish attention on what I could, my tongue flickering convulsively all over the head, until I set up a regular rhythm, stroking the sensitive underside.

“Lass, Darcy, you need to pull away or I’ll—”

“Swallow him down,” a much firmer voice commanded. “Let him feel that convulsive little flex of your throat. You can do it, Darcy. I know you can.”

I increased my pressure on Axe’s knot exponentially until finally the big man’s hand slapped down on my skull.

“Fuck, here it comes!”

Axe didn’t pin me where I was, but rather cradled me through the process as his cock unloaded, his groans filling the air. Jet after jet of cum filled my mouth, forcing me to swallow quickly or be overwhelmed. His fingers dug into my hair as his hips jerked along with each spasm, but when he was done, he scooped me up and into his arms.

“Gods, Darcy…” He just held me then, nestling my head into his shoulder as I listened to the frantic thud of his heart, matched by my own. But as we both began to settle, he turned his head down to meet mine. “I still want the taste of your pleasure. Can I have that?”

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“Ahh…” I replied.

Dane was trying to make me a queen again and, as per usual, I was struggling to make the transition. Axe’s face fell as I hesitated, but for all the wrong reasons. I wanted to protest, to draw his chin up as it sank down, to bring his eyes back to mine, because it wasn’t him that was the issue. It was us. I blinked, the reality of what I’d stumbled into only just now bleeding through into my consciousness. Three men, in my bed and they—

“You want that, don’t you, Darcy?”

Dane’s crisp voice was a lifeline I clung to, as Gael’s arms went around me, his hard body pressed into mine. His mouth dropped, grazing each one of the bites on my neck long enough to make me shiver.

“You want to spread your thighs either side of Axe’s face, plant your hands down on the mattress and spare him just one look before you lower yourself down,” Dane continued.

“Lower?” Axe’s voice grew rougher, coarser, as his eyes glowed bright blue in the dim light. “I’ll pull her down on top of me so fast that all I’ll be able to taste, to smell, is her perfume.” I shifted restlessly then, almost able to feel what he described.

“But I…”

I started to explain, then flushed, the customary shame surrounding a woman’s cycle roaring up to colour my cheeks. My eyes dropped to the bed, then to my thighs, checking them surreptitiously for evidence of my flow. I hadn’t even thought about it when we’d run out here, but now…

“You’re not bleeding, love.” Gael’s voice was much gentler now, his hand sliding over my stomach.

“We would have brought supplies with us if you were, Darcy,” Dane said.

“But I…”

I didn’t explain the intricacies of my cycle, that it tended to be longer than normal bursts of bleeding, but with bigger gaps between. To be finished in a day or two was unheard of.

“But that’s not what stops you from riding my brother’s face.” Dane’s voice was crisp and clear in the cool room.

“We don’t need to… I can…”

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