Dylan POV
Clubs don’t mix. There should have been no fucking way Grim and Blaze would ever find out about each other when it comes to me. Now all I can do is argue with him, deflect, and try to stop him from asking any more questions that could blow everything up.
The condition with my father is that no one is to fucking know. No one at all should find out who I really am. It fucks up the entire plan. It’s not that I don’t want Blaze to know, it’s the fact that no one should know.
He’s glaring at me like I’ve done something wrong, but the truth is, I haven’t. Not really.
“We’re not exclusive,” I say, trying to sound braver than I feel. “So even if I had fucked Grim, it would have nothing to do with you.”
For some fucked up reason, I feel a spark of bravery in that moment. That feeling vanishes the second he grabs me, lifts me up, and throws me onto the bed. He’s above me instantly, pinning me down with his much larger body.
“Yeah, see about that,” he growls. “You have a choice. You either agree to let me claim you as far as the club is concerned, or I fuck you, let you get right to the edge, and stop. Over and over. For weeks.”
Oh, bribery. Perfect.
“You can’t claim me when I’m getting married,” I mutter.
“The marriage is a fucking sham,” he snaps. “I might not know why yet, but it’s fake. So don’t come at me with ‘you’re getting married.’ Let me fucking claim you.”
I should agree. Or just refuse. But for some stupid reason, my brain goes straight to taunting him.
“I don’t know,” I say, voice quieter. “If I let you claim me, that means no more Titan.”
His hand instantly grips my throat, and he glares down at me, eyes dark with jealousy. “Don’t fucking say his name again.”
“O-o-or what?” I stutter, the familiar heat rushing through me despite everything.
“Or I’ll call him,” he says, voice low and vicious. “Tell him to come fuck you right now. And I’ll sit here and watch as he does.”
My entire body goes still.
“I’ll sit in this fucking room,” he continues, leaning closer. “I’ll watch him use you. Fuck you. Destroy you. Then when he’s done, I’ll do the fucking same.”
He shifts his weight and laughs, low and dark. “Getting hard at that thought?” he mocks.
My head shakes, but it’s useless to deny it when I am hard. My cock is straining against my clothes, betraying me completely.
“I’d sit right there, on that chair,” he whispers, voice dripping with dark promise. “I’d watch him use you, fuck you, destroy you, then when he was done, I’d do the fucking same.”
Something inside me snaps. Maybe it’s the fear, maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s just the stupid, reckless part of me that wants to push him. I look up at him, breathing hard, and let the words slip out before I can stop them.
“Yeah? You’d really sit there and watch Titan fuck me?” My voice shakes, but I keep going. “You’d watch him stretch me open, make me moan like a whore, fill me up with his cum… and you wouldn’t lose your mind?”
Blaze’s eyes flash with something dangerous. His hand tightens around my throat.
I stutter but don’t stop. “M-maybe I should let him. Maybe I should let him fuck me right in front of you. See how long you last before you snap.”
His jaw clenches so hard I can see the muscle jumping. He’s close. Really close to snapping.
“You think that’s smart right now?” he growls, voice low and warning. “Taunting me?”
I swallow hard, but the bratty part of me keeps pushing. “Y-you’re the one who started talking about watching. So what? You want to watch him ruin me? Or are you just scared that I might actually enjoy it more than when you fuck me?”
That does it.
Blaze’s eyes darken dangerously. His grip on my throat tightens until I can barely breathe. He leans in so close our noses almost touch.
“You really want to play this game with me right now, little rabbit?” he whispers, voice shaking with barely contained rage.
“Keep talking like that and I won’t just watch.
I’ll tie you down, call him over, and make you take both of us until you’re crying and begging and can’t even remember your own fucking name. ”
My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might explode. I know I should stop. I know I’m pushing him too far.
But I can’t seem to shut up.
“P-promise?” I stutter, the word barely audible.
Blaze’s whole body goes rigid above me. For a second I think he might actually lose it completely.
“You think mocking and taunting me is going to work?” he growls.
It’s stopping the conversation about who I am and why I’m marrying, so yeah… it’s working. I smirk up at him, even though my heart is hammering. “It’s only working because I’m right. You hate the thought of Titan near me. But I could let him.”
His body shifts above me, his grip on my throat tightening as he leans in closer. “You’re lucky. If any of my submissives were taunting me like this, I’d fucking call their bluff.”
Oh, so he won’t? I tilt my head, trying to look braver than I feel. “What’s wrong, Blaze? Think I’m weaker than your submissives?”
“Oh I have no fucking doubt you can handle it,” he says, voice low and dangerous. “But we’re not there yet, and I’m big on consent.”
I laugh at that, the sound shaky but defiant. “Big on consent but fucked me while I said I wasn’t gay. Bribery, right? I let you fuck me, then you leave me alone.”
“That was different.”
“No, no, you’re big on consent, remember?”
“Dylan,” he growls, warning clear in his voice.
“What? Did I just point out a flaw in your little idea? Yeah, I did, right? Mr. I’m all about consent, where was it before?”
“Dylan, I’m warning you.”
“Oh, warning me? That what? You’re going to ask for consent this time?” I laugh again, even though my voice cracks. “How noble of you. So generous. So fucking respectful.”
His eyes flash with something dark and volatile. I can feel how close he is to snapping, how tightly he’s holding himself back. Part of me is terrified. Another part—the stupid, reckless part—wants to push him even harder.
I know I should stop.
I don’t.
“Go on then,” I whisper, voice trembling but still taunting. “Call my bluff, Blaze. Or are you all talk?”
“As I said, you’re lucky I’ve not spoken to you about your limits yet.”
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head in one smooth, powerful motion. My hips push up automatically, seeking friction against him even though my mind is screaming at me to stop this.
“We shouldn’t be here,” I whisper, voice shaky. This morning was way too close. We’re pushing our luck now, and I know it.
“The key is in the door, so she can’t get in,” he says, like it’s that simple. “If it helps, I’ll hide in the bathroom if she shows up.”
Of course he will. That would look fucking great, wouldn’t it? Blaze hidden in my bathroom like some dirty secret while Rosalie stands in the living room waiting for me to fuck her and give her a baby.
I let out a bitter, shaky laugh. “Yeah, that would go over really well. My future wife walks in and I’ve got a biker hiding in the bathroom after he just fucked me raw. Perfect plan.”
He doesn’t laugh. He just stares down at me with that intense, possessive look that always makes my stomach flip.
I hate how much I want him right now. I hate how my body reacts to him even when my brain knows this is dangerous.
But I don’t tell him to stop.
Not yet.