Page 84 of The Wolf Queen

“You’re a lucky fucking bastard,” Weyland said, coming to sit on my other side. “Not getting shoved through the door of a whorehouse by your father to ‘make you a man’. If Darcy’s really your first, there’s no topping this.”

“I don’t want anyone else.” Bryson sounded more wolf than man right now and Weyland nodded slowly before looking over at Dane.

“Happy pity on the man then, Brother. He might be a fucking Granian, but he’s not bad with it.”

“Undo the toggles of her armour and then push it down her arms,” Dane ordered.

“He thinks he’s going to tell me exactly what to do?” Bryson asked me.

“We go along with it to keep him happy,” I said, grinning when Dane let out an outraged snort. “He has to think he’s still in control. But…” I grabbed Bryson’s jaw, rubbing my thumb in the stubble there. “He’s right more times than not. Whenever we let him tell us what to do, it usually leaves us gasping.”

“This does?”

Bryson obeyed the letter of Dane’s law, if not the spirit, sliding his hand down my throat, feeling the rapid skitter of my heartbeat, right as I bared my neck to him. The beast in me saw the one in him and she acknowledged his power, showed him her vulnerable place. Probably because she knew it’d be like this. Kisses pressed against my pulse, tracing the quick beat of my heart until it began to race faster. The feeling of burning following the trail of his kisses, but it wasn’t a pain, but a pleasure. My breath came in faster, my chest heaving, and the others took note.

“Looks like you’re doing just fine, lad,” Axe said, an incongruous thing for a Strelan to say to a Granian king, but perhaps that was right. Here we weren’t our countries but ourselves. Darcy touched Bryson, raked her fingers across his back just to feel the flex of his muscles, the pleasing breadth of his shoulders.

“Pull back,” Dane ordered.

“What?” Both Bryson and I asked that, but our focus quickly shifted back to each other, the kisses growing deeper, fiercer, with fangs and tongue.

“Pull back. Resist her,” Dane said.

“No, don’t do that.” I pressed my forehead to Bryson’s, forcing him to stare into my eyes. “I’m the one you want, not him. Listen to me.”

“No, listen to me.” Dane appeared beside us and those cool blue eyes watched the two of us. “Because you’ll need someone… unaffected to keep an eye on the proceedings, make sure your power doesn’t spill out and hurt someone.”

“I’d never hurt Darcy,” Bryson snapped.

“Perhaps not, but Weyland? Axe? You hurt them and you hurt her just as surely. We grew up expecting to share, but I’m guessing you didn’t. You’ll have to.”

“I know that,” the king said, but he paused for a second, sucking in breaths before looking down at me. “They own parts of your heart.”

“And that will never change,” I confirmed.

“Then hold onto that,” Bryson told me. “Hold onto the love you feel for each one of them, because the wolf inside me? It doesn’t recognise words or rank, or wealth or anything, but it does recognise you. What’s important to you is what’s important to him, so keep that in your heart and see…” He let out a long breath. “And see if you can let me in.”

We found a rhythm then, one where Dane gave us small orders and we followed each one of them, slowly baring each other’s bodies, then touching, teasing, feasting on each part of them. He was golden, beautiful, like Weyland, but Bryson’s glow was the much darker one of old gold, not Weyland’s newly minted one. I slid my hand down Bryson’s muscular chest and Dane forced him to endure that. His whole body thrummed with the tension that came from holding himself back. But then Dane gave the word and Bryson snatched my hand away, scooping his beneath me and then dragging me up off the bed, my back bowed so my breasts were presented to him.

He paused at that, eyes flicking over my whole body as if memorising me, but he couldn’t just look for long. Kisses along my ribs, then my sternum, then radiating out until my body screamed for more.

“Please, Bryson…” I murmured.

“You know what she wants.” Dane had lost his cool, his voice ragged now. “Give it to her.”

Lips closed around one nipple, fangs grazing my skin before he started to suck.

I felt like a line being wound tight, each pulse of his mouth and his fangs and his tongue twisting me tighter. My hands moved restively across his head and his shoulders as I murmured nonsense words, needing more. He pulled away when one breast was red and swollen, then completed the same torture until my thighs started to rub together. I was wet, slick, ready for him and I told the king that, right before all of them interrupted.

“You know how a woman’s pleasure works?” Weyland asked with a frown. “You don’t just stab your rod into her until you’re done.”

“Go slowly,” Axe advised.

“Let her set the pace,” Gael added.

“Touch her here.” Dane’s hand slid between us and I jolted as he found my pearl, Bryson watching my every response as my mate forced me to twitch and jerk at his touch. “You’ll hit this spot with each thrust in, but you need to be deliberate about it. It’s just something big and unrelenting rubbing her raw if you don’t. Just as the head of your cock is terribly sensitive, so is she right here, aren’t you, love?”

I couldn’t reply. I was close, so bloody close and I tried to communicate that in my gaze. If he’d just moved faster, push me harder I’d… I let out a sobbing breath when he jerked his hand away. But when Bryson moved between my thighs, parting them to reveal my most tender flesh, I felt it.

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