Page 68 of Through Battle and Blades (The Wolf Queen 2)

“Come on, Darcy.” Gael moved me forward as Axe laid down on the bed, shifting us until I was forced to straddle that massive body.

“Bring her closer,” Axe growled. “Need her.”

“And she needs you,” Gael said.

“If you knew how much it’d humble you,” Weyland added, watching the three of us with heavily lidded eyes.

“You feel it now, brother?” Gael asked, but Weyland’s only reply was a sharp nod. “You stop feeling only what you need and it becomes all about her.” His focus transferred to a radiant-looking Axe who reached for me. “That’s what this needs to be. Can you do that, brother?”

Axe answered me, not Gael, his hands going around my thighs as I placed them either side of his face. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive inside of one and I shivered as I felt the brush of his stubble.

“Give it to me,” Axe growled. “Give me your pleasure. Give me you.”

I couldn’t ask questions, tease out what that meant because just like the beast I’d assumed he was back in Grania, he reached out and took. My hands slapped down on the bed, just as Dane had said they would, steadying myself for what was to come: a thick, insistent tongue, describing for me the terrain of my body, parting my folds with a lewd slurp.

“She’s slick for you, brother,” Weyland said, coming closer, his hand sliding up my arm, Gael pressing in harder now, his hands covering my breasts, his kisses my shoulders. But that was just background noise to what Axe was doing.

I could feel his fangs scrape against my flesh as he struggled to burrow his tongue inside me, the flicker of it forcing me to jolt. I heard his ragged gasps when he pulled back, two thick fingers probing me before his tongue flicked over my pearl. He seemed to tease the poor thing with long slow licks, then a rapid barrage of faster, harder ones, which made my body shake with each bolt of pleasure.

“Yes…” I hissed as I felt those fingers trace the entrance of where I ached the most. “Yes…” again when they dipped inside just a little. My body was forced to stretch to admit them and I realised I’d come to need that. I shifted above him, feeling an instinctual need to grind down, to pierce myself with him. But as I went to move, his arm around my hips held me still.

Instead, I had to submit to him, to his blandishments and caresses, fearing and loving every second of bliss as it ratcheted tighter. My hands went to claws and they shredded the bedding as I panted out my need.

“Stop teasing her,” Gael growled. “If you don’t give her what she needs, I will!”

“You feel it too keenly, brother,” Weyland said in a much more careful voice.

“Yes!”

“You need her too much.”

“Yes…”

Everyone paused then, and I felt like I hung on the precipice of a cliff, unsure if I should jump off or fall back. I turned then, as much as my spine would allow, catching a blurry glimpse of Gael as he pulled back slightly.

“Give her your best, Axe,” Dane ordered, every iota of princely command in his voice. “Push your fingers in and curl them to bring the place inside her alight, because once our mate has blessed you with her pleasure, our brother is going to knot his mate.”

“Yes…”

Gael’s last assent was deep and guttural and he surged back, fitting his body to mine. His teeth found my neck, digging into the marks left there, forcing me to squirm. All the remembered pleasure of when he’d given it to me rose up, twining with that which Axe wrought now. Those massive hands forced my thighs wider, opening me completely for him now.

And he made perfect use of me. He lashed me with his tongue, slurped up my slick and then focussed that persistent tongue on my pearl. My spine tightened instantly, feeling a terrible pleasure building, right as he thrust his fingers in. I felt them shift, first delving deeper and deeper in the way Weyland had last night, in the way Gael had when he claimed me, but then their focus changed. Blunt nails raked across a place within which was sullen and bruised from the other night. But pleasure sparked from that like bone dry tinder thrown on a fire and I felt like I spiralled up, just another bright spark in the darkness.

“Axe…”

He groaned into me at the sound of his name, the vibrations setting my nerves afire. I called his name over and over and he increased his efforts accordingly. Faster, harder, it was like running in fur, my body fulfilling its primary purpose. To experience, to feel, to be awash with pleasure. To be with them.

It felt like my heart broke when my peak finally came. Pleasure rose and rose, but with it came a certainty it was all about to fall away. But not for long, my wolf-self countered, not with four mates. They would pass me from one to the other, pleasing me over and over until I became limp with it, the moment I was ready for such an experience. But I couldn’t think of that, not right now; only him.

My eyes snapped open as the waves pounded into me, forcing my body to twitch and jerk in response and that’s when I saw Dane. He sat forward, hands on his knees, watching everything we did with eyes that burned so bright a blue it almost hurt to look at them. But it was his expression that was seared into my retinas. One of longing and desire, but more than that, because along with it came a special kind of pain I knew all too well.

Love can be like a knife edge, cutting into you without mercy, but somehow you find yourself leaning into the blade, all sense of self-preservation tossed to one side as you throw yourself utterly into the feeling. I’d done that with Kris without really knowing what I was doing, full of the arrogance and stupidity of youth, and that had forced me to erect some barriers, but it was now I felt tangibly the sensation of those internal walls tumbling down. I would never have anything between me and my pack, I knew that now, and my eyes filled with tears, blurring Dane away as I realised that. And that was when he nodded in recognition.

I pulled away from Axe, the aftershocks of what he’d done still sparking inside me as I slid down his body and then cradled his face in my hands. He looked wide eyed and shaken, staring up at me before my mouth came slamming down on his. I tasted him, me, and I didn’t much care, because this was us. All the deliriously lovely sense of certainty, that need and desire and love, filled me entirely. But it was that which then forced the two of us apart, because those bonds between us were being tugged by the one person who refused to acknowledge that.

“Go to him, lass,” Axe urged, slapping my arse when I turned around. “He’s half feral with need of you.”

“Darcy…” Gael ground out the word, his body crouched and ready to launch itself at me. “Come here, Darcy.”

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