keep back a whimper.
As if he knew he was being watched, Axel turned toward Bayden. He smiled when he saw him and beckoned him closer. Bayden moved toward him, stopping the bare minimum of distance away required to be considered respectful.
Axel caught hold of his belt loops and tugged him nearer, just like he had once before, but this time he didn’t need to check Bayden for injuries after a fight. He slid his arm around Bayden and settled his hand on the small of his back, encouraging him to stay close—ordering him to stay close, because he knew he had the right to give that kind of command.
“Okay, pup?” He dipped his head and put his lips near Bayden’s ear, but it was different than when Griz had done it. Bayden hadn’t wanted to step forward and rub himself against Griz, or to drop to his knees and suck his cock.
Taking a deep breath, Bayden settled for filling his lungs with Axel’s scent and nodding, although okay didn’t seem like a good enough word. The music was far quieter in this room. Axel didn’t have to shout.
“Seen anything you like?” he asked.
Bayden blinked at him. He liked every bit of Axel. He was confident he’d like all those bits he hadn’t had a chance to see yet, too.
Axel’s lips twitched. “I meant the scenes.” He nodded toward the one he’d been watching. One man was secured in a pillory. Another man was screwing him. From all the noise they were making, they were both enjoying themselves, but the body language was all wrong. They were acting parts which didn’t really fit. The guy who was bound didn’t really think the man screwing him was the more dominant man. He was just pretending.
Bayden turned his back on them. Axel standing still and doing nothing was far more fascinating than anything they could ever do. “Whatever you want.”
Axel stroked his fingers up and down Bayden’s spine, tempting him to arch his back and press against his touch. “Is that your way of saying you’re still working out what you’re into?”
Bayden frowned. “It’s my way of saying we can do whatever you want.” He thought he’d been quite clear.
Axel chuckled. “No preference at all?”
Someone nudged Bayden’s back. Axel pulled him closer to give whoever it was room to pass. Suddenly, they were pressed together. The difference in their heights meant that Bayden’s lips were within an inch of Axel’s shoulder. He’d never wanted to lick someone so badly in his life.
Axel encouraged Bayden to tilt his head back, just as he had so many times before.
“No preference,” Bayden whispered.
“I can do whatever I want with you?”
Bayden nodded. It was the way things were meant to be. There would be no play-acting with them. The more dominant wolf would take the lead and—
“Just leave his back clear. I like a fresh canvas to work on.”
Axel jerked his head up. Bayden didn’t bother to look over his shoulder. He knew Richards’ voice and had no interest in listening to him.
Apparently, Axel felt differently. “What did you say?” Axel was looking over the top of Bayden’s head, talking to Richards rather than him, but Bayden still hated hearing the anger in Axel’s voice.
“He’s already agreed to see if he can take a flogging from me.”
“Is that true?” Now, Axel was talking to Bayden, and he was just as pissed off as he’d been when he’d been talking to Richards.
Unease rolled down Bayden’s spine. “Yes.” They were so close together, Bayden felt every one of Axel’s muscles knot with tension.
“You agreed to do a scene with him?”
“I…”
“I should have known better than to trust a wolf’s word,” Richards sneered.
“I keep my word.” Bayden tried to turn to face Richards, but Axel caught hold of his shoulder and stopped him short.
“You also said you were coming here tonight to do a scene with me,” Axel said.
“I can do both.”
Axel’s grip on his shoulder tightened. “No.” Just that one word, but filled with