Azhren watched him for a moment longer before asking the next question. "Have you touched her?" he said.

Draven turned his head toward him again. "Who?" he asked, pretending not to know.

"You know who I mean," Azhren replied.

"You want to know if I had anything to do with the Queen. Are you asking as a commander or something else?" He teased.

Azhren’s jaw tightened. "Just answer the question."

Draven smiled. "Jealousy. I did not think you had it in you."

"I am not jealous," Azhren countered.

"You are." Draven propped himself up on his elbow. "I’ll tell you since you are curious about it." His fingers traced the lines of Azhren’s chest. "She kissed me. And since it was part of the role, I let her. I did enough to keep her interested but not enough to give her what she wanted."

Azhren turned his gaze to the ceiling.

Draven continued. "It gave me the chance I needed. I got close enough to her neck to smell her blood."

Azhren turned his head to look at him. Draven’s eyes had changed. They were darker now.

"It was rich. It was of the old blood. Strong. I thought about opening her throat right there. I thought about drinking her dry and letting her divine blood run through my veins. The power from it would have been immense." He added.

Azhren sat up fully this time. He swung his legs off the bed and stood without saying anything. His back was to Draven now. He reached for his shirt on the floor.

"Can you imagine how thrilling that would make me feel?"

Azhren said nothing.

Draven watched him for a second, then moved. One moment, he was lying in bed. The next moment, he stood in front of Azhren, blocking his path. He put his hands on Azhren’s shoulders and pushed him. Azhren fell back on the bed. In a swift movement, Draven straddled him, sitting on his hips and holding his shoulders down.

"Do not be petty," Draven said.

Azhren looked up at him, his expression controlled but tight. "Petty? I. AM. NOT." He emphasized.

"Yes, you are. You are acting like whatever I have with the Queen is something else," Draven replied. His voice was calm but firm.

"I’m starting to believe so. You have so much to talk about her every time." Azhren replied.

Draven huffed. "Everything I’m doing is for you," He said, leaning down slightly, his voice lower now. "Have you forgotten? I swore an oath to make you the Dark Lord of Drakwyne. And I intend to fulfill that oath. I have no plans to sleep with the Queen."

Azhren’s eyes stayed on his. "But Zareth thinks you want to bed something that belongs to him."

"Zareth is stupid. He believes I’m interested in what belongs to him, and that works in our favor. He thinks everything is about possession. But I do not want Rowena. I want her blood. I want the power that comes with it. To get rid of Zareth, we need more than military strength. We need power. Real power. And her blood can give me that."

He leaned closer to kiss Azhren, but he turned his face away. Draven’s lips touched his cheek instead of his mouth.

"But you sleep with Zareth," Azhren said.

Draven pulled back just enough to look at him. "And you spend time with whores in that damn tent. Haven’t you also had a taste of the Luna from Emberspire? I remember you spoke endlessly about her before you raided her pack."

Azhren’s expression hardened immediately. "Never," he said.

He shoved Draven off him. Draven allowed it. He rolled to the side but grabbed Azhren’s wrist and pulled him back when Azhren sat up. He trapped Azhren beneath him again, their body pressed together, closer this time.

"But you have a plan to," Draven said.

Azhren tried to shift, but Draven caught his wrists and pinned them above his head. He held them there with one hand. The grip was firm. His face was close to Azhren as he spoke in a sharp voice.

"Tell me."

Azhren stopped struggling. "No. You saw what they were doing to her in the tent. I gave her to the men to earn their trust. You know those bastards would do anything for a cheap cunt. I am doing what I need to do to win as many of them to our side as possible. That’s all."

Draven studied him for a moment, then his grip eased slightly. Not enough to release him, but enough to shift the tension. His expression softened. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Azhren’s neck, jaw, and ear.

"I haven’t been with Zareth in a long time. I have been doing my best to avoid it. I do my part. I play the loyal baby boy. I give him what he needs to keep him satisfied that I am his. But I have not let him touch me in months. And with the stunt he pulled today, we may not see each other for a while." He said quietly.

Azhren closed his eyes. Draven bit down gently on his neck. He let out a low moan.

"I shouldn’t have doubted you."

Draven lifted his head. He looked down at Azhren. "And how do you intend to make it up to me?"

Azhren didn’t answer immediately.

"Stop thinking about blood this time. I have enough to fill my urges."

Azhren frowned. "So, what do you want?" he said.

Draven’s gaze held his for a few seconds. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Azhren’s ears.

"You," he said.

There was a brief silence. Then Azhren shifted. This time, Draven let him move.

Azhren pushed him back just enough to create space, then slid off the bed. He didn’t speak as he repositioned himself and knelt close to the bed.

Draven watched him without interrupting. Azhren grabbed his cock and swirled his lips around the tip. His cock erected in no time. Draven let out a low growl. He reached out, his hand gripping Azhren’s hair. He jerked his hips upwards, shoving his cock deeper into his throat.

"You know how to get me each time." Draven moaned.

And without hesitation, Azhren’s mouth bounced up and down, his hands stroking Draven’s cock repeatedly.