Page 81 of Skyla

Said cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans.

Down boy.

There was a chance I might be participating tonight, but mostly I was along for the ride. Later, I was sure I would put this video on for Sky while she was in the cage, making her watch while I took her from behind through the bars. And we hadn’t even had a chance to play with my other steel.

Not to mention the sweet pleasure of rolling over to find your mate in your bed so you could pull her underneath you and fuck her sleepily until she was gasping your name.

Poor Sky. I laughed under my breath. It would be years before any of us were even close to satisfied.

She sat at the bar, drinking something that looked like it would give me a headache, and I froze in the door of the clubhouse. She was in my hoodie. The way her scent entwined with mine had my focus narrowing to her and only her. For a minute I thought about telling Comet to fuck off. That she was mine for the entire night.

He was next to her, smiling and laughing like nothing was about to happen.

I stalked up to both of them, spinning her on her stool to face me. “How long have you been wearing this?” I asked.

“Since you left me,” she said. “Well, mostly. I was on the pole for a while, so I took it off.”

“I didn’t understand why Grave was so obsessed. Now I do.”

“You like it?” The way her voice dropped made what little was left of my humanity fade away.

Mine. I wanted to sink my teeth into her perfect neck and drive myself into her until she understood where she belonged.

“That would be an understatement.”

Comet laughed, and Wraith clapped me on the shoulder. I’d barely noticed he was there. “You’re acting like a newborn fae, Delta.”

I was. I didn’t care.

“I’m about five seconds from carrying you back to my bed,” I told Skyla.

“Afraid I won’t come willingly?” Her eyes twinkled. She was teasing me. But I was so far beyond that right now. I hadn’t had a chance to taste that sweet cunt, and my mouth watered. She had no idea how true those words about willingness were going to be tonight.

Leaning in, I inhaled the heady combination of her and me. Sweet blueberries and my darker, richer scent. Desert and earth. Running my nose along the line of her jaw, I growled low. “Finish your drink, baby. So I can drink you.”

Skyla laughed, but she was a little breathless. “Someday I’m going to make all of you let me spend an evening in the clubhouse without being dragged out of it. Think about it. You could teach me how to play pool and I could pretend to not know how. Push my ass out and lean over the table—”

“Finish the fucking drink,” I said, dragging the neckline of her hoodie aside. “Or I will spread you out on this bar and show everyone how you scream with my tongue inside your cunt.”

My mate smiled. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew she was pushing me. Picking up the glass, she held it to her lips and drank it slowly, never taking her eyes off mine.

Her throat worked, and she knew damn well what it made me think of. She finished the glass and set it down on the bar. “I think we could have some fun here. Comet was just telling me about the stunt that got him his name, and Wraith—”

I looked at Comet and Wraith. Both of them had knowing and understanding in their eyes. I wasn’t nearly as practiced with self-control yet. I hadn’t even been fae for a decade. They shifted inches away, telling me they had my back.

Stepping into Skyla’s space again, I pushed her legs apart on the bar stool. “Do you know what happens when you tease a starving animal, Sky? They bite you.”

“Are you an animal?”

“When I’m around you? Yes. And my control is hanging by a thread. Will you have nights to spend here in the clubhouse? Yes. Do I want to sit and talk with you and learn everything I don’t already know about you? Yes. But whether or not you can see it, all of us are past that point.”

She looked at the others, and they nodded. “So I’m giving you until the count of five to get off that barstool and start walking for the door. And every second past that is a time I’m not going to let you come while I’m consuming you.”

My mate’s cheeks flushed pink, and she glanced around at the other members in the clubhouse. No one was paying attention to us in the slightest, and eventually she’d learn it didn’t matter.

“Five,” I whispered. “Four.”

Pushing me out from between her legs, she slid to the floor and moved past me toward the door. Her walk was a little wobbly, and I smirked. It wasn’t the alcohol messing with her.

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