Free Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 by Bianca Sommerland Page A

how vicious she could be. She didn’t like that Raif had been the one to puni sh him, and yet…maybe it was good. Tyler liked this man, and seeing Raif sniffing around Pearce bothered him. Maybe that was why Tyler had been off after the scene. She’d know once she talked to him.
    Until then …she squeezed hard and increased the suction of her mouth. Released Raif and hopped to her feet, a smirk on her lips as he let out a low growl and reached for her.
    “Again, thank you, Raif.” She blinked as she realized he’d become Raif in her mind, and out loud. That was odd. She tended to call all the guys by their last names because she was used to doing so with the men on her own hockey team. Not that it mattered. Raif was staring at her with a dark understanding in his eyes as she wiped the saliva from her lips. “If Tyler wants to play with you, we can discuss it. You may have heard the three of us are in a rather open relationship. Now that I’ve had your cock in my mouth, even Laura has permission to fuck you if she wants to.” She looked over her shoulder, grinning at the way Laura batted her eyelashes with feigned innocence. “Do you want to finish him off, baby?”
    “I will if you want me to, Mistress.” Laura rose gracefully to her feet, head bowed in a perfectly submissive posture. “But I do prefer Doms.”
    “Oh, Raif is a Dom. He’s just in way over his head.” Chicklet met Raif’s eyes. Let her tone turn to ice. “We could all have a lot of fun. But only if you understand one very basic thing.”
    Raif drew in a long inhale. His lips curved up slightly as he replied. “And what is that?”
    “I make a very bad enemy. And if you fuck with my friends’ lives, that’s exactly what I’ll be. If you try to come between Demyan and Pearce—”
    “Ah, is that the issue?” Raif put his finger over her lips. “I won’t come between them. I think Demyan is wrong for Zach, but that’s up to Zach to decide, isn’t it?”
    Damn him, the man had a point. She’d probably have to hurt Mr. Zachary Pearce if he made the wrong choice, but it was his choice to make. “It is.”
    “Which still leaves this little game. You can’t seriously mean to offer up your subs as a distraction? I’d heard you were a fiercely protective Domme.” He traced his finger over her lips. “If you’d like to distract me, maybe you should finish what you started.”
    They both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not now anyway. Chicklet shrugged and slid her hands up his chest, enjoying the firmness of thick muscles under her hands as most women would, but her darker side relished the way those muscles twitched, betraying how much she affected him. For subs, she preferred Laura’s graceful surrendering of control, and Tyler’s playful, but heartfelt submission. But once in a while, she had the urge for a bit of a power struggle. Raif was the first Dom she’d met in years who might be able to give her that.
    “I might finish what I started one day, but you’re not ready to do what it takes to have me.” She held her hand out behind her, hearing the sweep of the blanket across the tiled floor as Laura crossed the room. Then felt her girl’s small hand in hers. “As for my subs, I always keep their best interests in mind. Tyler might be able to learn something from you.”
    Letting out a soft laugh, Raif shifted aside, then opened the door for them. “He certainly could, but you might want to ask him if he’s ready to learn what I can teach. I regretted pushing him as far as I did, and I don’t regret things often.”
    “Why though? He asked for it.”
    “Yes, but I wanted to give him more. I wanted to…” Raif sighed and leaned against the open door. “I wanted to hold him after and tell him I am here.”
    “I think you’re a good Dom, Raif. And maybe I don’t hate you.” Chicklet squeezed Raif’s shoulder, fully understanding how a closed off sub could leave a Dom feeling damn useless. Raif had pushed