Dragon, p.11
Dragon, page 11
“Dragon,” he croaks out, his fingers tangling in my messy hair. “Fuck. That feels so damn good.”
I tease my tongue around the crown, avoiding the bead of pre-cum at the tip. I’m saving my treat.
“I like the way you smell,” I murmur, nuzzling my nose against his trimmed golden-blond pubes. “I can’t get enough.”
Trailing kisses along his length, I make my way back to the tip and lick off the salty goodness. Hungry for more, I slide my lips around his thickness and suck him deep. He cries out, the hold on my hair tightening. I grip the globes of his ass, pulling him closer and urging him to fuck my greedy throat. It takes all of three seconds for him to get the idea. Then, without warning, he starts thrusting hard, chanting my name like a fucking prayer.
Wrong god, baby.
Nothing but darkness and violence and evil here.
His dick slides down my throat like it belongs there. A perfect fit. I hum in pleasure.
“Jesus,” he groans. “Do that again.”
Revving my throat like a fucking Harley, I let the vibrations enter the equation. He loves it because he starts fucking my throat with abandon. It burns and bruises, but I want the violence of it. A roar crawls out of him, echoing in the room as his cock begins pulsating. His seed, hot and plentiful, gushes down my throat. I swallow, gulping it all down until he’s spent and his dick slows its twitching.
“Lube,” I bark out as I pull away, lifting my gaze to meet his.
He’s wrecked. Pink cheeks. Parted lips. Eyes closed. A smile tugs at my lips as I rise to my feet. The urge to touch him overpowers the need to fuck him. At least, in this moment. I cup his cheek in my palm, running my tattooed thumb over his pillowy lips. Blue eyes snap open, snaring me with such an intense stare I can feel it in deep, shadowed parts of my soul. A little warmth for the chilly darkness.
“Did you like that?”
He nods, leaning his head into my touch. I don’t know if he realizes it or if it’s involuntary. Regardless, I like the way he responds to me. Like he can’t ignore the overwhelming need any more than I can.
“I’m going to fuck you, Cove. Tell me you want this.”
His brows crash together. “Do I have a choice?”
I pull back, ice chasing away the heat. I’m dragged back to the past. When Night Giant commanded me like a dog and I fucking obeyed like one. Because of that motherfucker, I did things I don’t want to think about.
This is why I’ll never be able to see my family again.
Cove knows what I’ve done and can barely put up with me. But my family? They would be horrified and disgusted. They would hate the man I’ve become—
“Dragon.”
Arms wrap around me from behind, hugging me and immediately snuffing out my inner hatred. His palms caress my abdominal muscles before sliding into my sweats, seeking out my dick that has begun to soften. All it takes is a few expert strokes over my length to have me hard and needy again.
“Sometimes I’m an asshole when I don’t mean to be. It’s a defense mechanism.” His words are spoken softly against the skin on my back. “I’m sorry.”
“What Night Giant made me do…” I grit out. “Your sister—”
“I know,” Cove interjects. “It was a low blow. We haven’t done anything I haven’t been one hundred percent on board for. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Do you need a safeword?”
Seems pretty stupid, but I’m the epitome of unsafe, so it might make him more comfortable.
“You need a safeword.”
At this, I laugh. “A fucking jokester is what you are.”
“I’m serious,” Cove growls. “Give me a safeword.”
“I could just rip you off of me. I outweigh you and can out-bench you.”
“Wow,” he deadpans. “You really know how to flatter a guy right into bed with those poetic words.”
He pulls away and strips the rest of the way out of his clothes. I watch him without shame, cataloguing every bruise and mark my rough hands and mouth have put on him in the last twenty-four hours.
“You need a safeword,” Cove continues, “for when I’m being a dick and it sends you to whatever dark place you just went to.” He chews on his bottom lip. “It reminded me of when…”
When Night Giant would command me to heel and obey like a good boy. I cringe at the thought of how easily that motherfucker can get right inside my mind. I want to murder him, but he says the right words to turn me into a terrified teenage boy he brutally raped and controlled for years.
“Batman.” I smirk at him. “That’s my safeword.”
“Of course it is. Mine will be Robin.”
It’s stupid because I’m not the type of guy who would ever want to use a safeword, but somehow, having it, makes me feel powerful. Impenetrable. Untouchable. In control.
“Time to fuck, Baby Prospect.”
Cove
He’s arrogant and assumes I’ll do his bidding whenever he wants. But because he melts me with a simple hot stare, I find myself obeying this man. Over and over again. He’s a puppet master holding my strings. I perform for him like it’s my fucking job.
I hate that I do.
But I also love that he makes me.
This thing between us is probably toxic as fuck. I’m going to need hella therapy after this—whenever this thing ends.
It will end.
All good things come to an end.
This is a very bad thing, though. Does that mean it’ll last forever?
Dragon captures my lips with a fiery kiss that has me clawing at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. We tumble into bed, his massive, muscular body crushing me to the mattress. I moan between kisses and quickly turn to pleading as his lips leave mine to tease along my jaw and to my neck.
His obsession with leaving marks on my neck is annoying.
And yet…I don’t use my safeword.
It feels too good. Too perfect. Too real.
Days ago, I was pining over Nick and the shitty crumbs he offered me. With Dragon, it’s no comparison. Everything is so intense and over the top. Like it’s not enough and too much all at once. I’m maddened more and more each second we spend alone together. He owns my body whereas I just rent it.
“Lube,” he murmurs against my throat, the sound desperate and ragged.
“Bedside drawer.”
He pulls away to reach for it. When he comes back with lube and no condom, I almost confront him about it. Last night, we were reckless and unsafe. I’m of a right mind and should tell him to suit up.
I don’t.
I nibble on my bottom lip as I watch him slick up his gorgeous cock. I’m desperate to have him slide into me. To take my anal virginity and fuck me like the madman he is.
“Let me see your tight hole,” he commands, nudging my thighs apart. “Now, baby.”
Not Baby Prospect. Just baby. That’s the second time he’s called me that.
A flush of warmth flutters over my skin as I spread my legs, letting him see the part of me that needs him to fill it up. His green eyes flicker with lust that matches my own and he takes the time to admire it before sliding a slippery finger inside. I shamelessly lift my hips, trying to force him deeper within me. A smirk tugs at his lips and he pushes another finger in.
“More,” I beg. “I need more.”
A third joins the first two, and though it’s a tight squeeze that burns, it just makes me hungrier to have his dick inside me. He stretches me, rubbing in all the right spots before he pulls out and flashes me a devilish grin.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes.”
He grabs hold of his dick with one hand and plants the other on the bed beside my head. His gaze locks on mine, penetrating the deepest, loneliest parts of me. He marches right inside my mind, parks his ass, and camps out.
“Ahh,” I cry out as he slowly presses into me.
I’d assumed that my first time like this would be quick and painful. Dragon, though, has proven to be a giving lover and takes his time. Wonder shines in his eyes, as if he can’t believe this is happening between us. I’m not far behind him on that thought.
Outside of this bedroom, we don’t make sense. He pisses me off and we argue. Because of our pasts that intertwine, I should hate him. Maybe, at one time, I did.
Not anymore.
Not since we crossed this line between love and hate. Our bodies don’t hate each other at all, which leaves us sitting on the other side of the line. It’s more than like or lust. It’s something else entirely. Fiery and hot. Soul crushing and spellbinding.
A ragged breath blows past Dragon’s lips, his eyelids partially closing in pleasure. The burning as he enters me is uncomfortable but not unwanted. I like the feel of him stretching and filling me. Like he’s staking a claim from the inside out. He pushes the rest of the way in, his groin grinding against me. I try to reach him with my lips, silently begging for a kiss.
Lips crash to mine, hard and unapologetic.
He kisses me like I have answers to questions he desperately needs answers to. Dragon doesn’t just kiss me—he consumes me. His hips begin a rhythmic dance as he strokes in and out of me. The fullness of him inside my body is dizzying. I like him on top of me, in me, kissing me, fucking me. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.
I lose all sense of reality and time.
All I know in these seconds, minutes, hours is him. Just him. His body, his taste, his scent. Dragon is everywhere all at once. In me, on me, flowing through my veins like hot lava. Nothing else matters but the way he ravishes me and fills me to the brim with his fiery-hot essence.
He loses control, his thrusting becoming more claiming and nearly violent. Too easily, he manhandles my wrists until he’s pinned them both with one of his massive, tattooed hands. I’m at his mercy. His sex captive. His willing prey.
The safeword is a lifeline I don’t reach out for.
I ignore it, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness with him.
He drowns me and I don’t care.
I want it. I need it. I demand it.
Digging my heels into his muscular ass, I silently beg for more. More chaos. More pain. More pleasure. I need it all. All at once. An obliteration of my entire being.
His wet lips tear from mine and he bites my cheek, my jaw, my neck. The way he marks me is so primal and should be annoying, but I grow harder despite just having come down his throat. My cock leaks with pre-cum, a clear indicator of how much his savagery turns me on.
The calloused fingers of his free hand find one of my sore, recently pierced nipples. He’s not gentle at all. I cry out as he tugs on the metal piercing to the point I wonder if he’ll rip it out.
The pain mixes with the pleasure coursing through my veins, dizzying me. Tears prickle at my eyes because it hurts, but my balls grow tighter with the need to come. It’s confusing, but I love the pandemonium inside me right now.
“You want me to hurt you,” he murmurs, hot breath tickling the side of my neck. “Admit it.”
“I don’t.”
“Liar.”
He twists my nipple and it hurts so fucking badly, I nearly black out from the pain. The throbbing in my balls is like a defibrillator to my heart, shocking me out of my stupor and reminding me I am a liar as he says.
I love this.
Every nerve ending screams at me, reminding me I’m alive.
“You’re a sadist,” I accuse, my words soft and breathless and not at all hateful. “You get off on hurting me.”
“And you get off on the pain.”
To punctuate his words, he bites on my earlobe and thrusts hard. At this rate, I won’t be able to walk for a week. He’s going to rip me in half in his attempt to climb inside me and dig his evil claws into the soft parts of my heart.
And I don’t care.
I want it. Crave it. Fucking need it.
His breath tickles my ear as he murmurs, “Mine.”
I’m a bomb. I detonate without warning, a ragged cry of pleasure ripping from my throat. Semen jets from my throbbing dick, soaking both of us. My ass clenches with each pulse of cum that spurts out of me. It must feel good for Dragon because he’s a bomb too.
Nuclear.
Obliterating.
World ending.
The guttural growl that leaves him imprints itself on my every nerve ending and stamps itself on my soul. It’s a sound entwined with such a spectacular feeling I’ll never ever forget it. It’s a part of me now. This moment. The two of us destroying each other in the best possible way. An annihilation of the men we are and creating something new, unknown, otherworldly.
When my bedroom comes back into focus some time later, Dragon is no longer inside me, but more of a tattooed monstrous blanket gifted from the bowels of hell. I could snuggle under it forever and be completely content.
What does that say about me?
I’m just as fucked up as he is, apparently.
“I have shit to do,” Dragon mutters, his lips barely moving as they rest against the side of my neck. “You going to be okay?”
Irritation chases away my post-coital bliss. “I’m a grown-ass man. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Cool it with the bitchiness, BP. You know that shit turns me on and your ass is going to be sore for a few days. Trust me.” He winces just a bit, but I notice.
“He was the first to be with you that way?”
Dragon tenses before rolling away from me and onto his back. A muscular arm rests over his eyes as though he can hide from me. Everything about him screams violent monster who can handle himself, but in this moment, he’s hiding. Afraid. Ashamed. It stokes an inferno of hatred I have for Night Giant. For someone to still have such a hold on the most powerful person I know is mind-boggling.
“The first of many,” Dragon clips out. “Never again.”
Reaching for him, I gently drag my fingertips over his sculpted abs. “Not even for me?”
His lips press together in a firm line as every muscle in his body goes taut. “I have shit to do today. I can’t lie in bed all day playing games.”
“We’re not a game, Dragon. We’re an inevitability neither of us can seem to ignore.”
I shove his arm away, needing to see his intense green eyes. When they finally latch onto mine, my heart stutters in my chest. Vulnerability shines in them, flickering like two fading stars in the sky.
“Would you?” I press on, needing to know there’s more to this thing between us than just the sex itself. I crave his trust.
“I have to go.”
“Dragon…”
“I said I have to go.”
“Just answer—”
“Batman.”
I gape at him, shocked that he’d use his safeword for this. But the panic in his eyes that dart everywhere but at me tells me all I need to know. Being with me, a man, is his way of trusting me. Me asking to flip the roles is too much for him. A weak spot that he’ll die to protect.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his chest where his heart is. It’s an intimate move, but I feel as though I need to comfort him since I’m the one responsible for forcing his safeword out of him.
“I’m going to shower and then meet up with Copper. I’ll see you around.”
His jaw clenches and he nods, still unable to look me in the eye. “Bye, Baby Prospect.”
The coldness in his words and the distance he’s quickly putting between us makes me sick to my stomach, but I respect his need for self-preservation. I was only imprisoned in that shithole for a short time and it was enough to make me an emotional basket case. I can’t imagine being taken as a teenager and spending many years in captivity.
Maybe this is the end for us.
One look at his handsome face and I know it’s another lie I tell myself.
This is only the beginning of something complicated and real and earth-shattering. Something I’m not going to survive. Something I can’t even begin to protect myself from.
I watch as he climbs out of bed and yanks his clothes on, each colorful back muscle rippling with the effort. Such a beautiful creature.
“Dragon…”
Green eyes sweep over me, darkening as he takes in my wrecked, abused body sprawled out on the bed. “Hmm?”
“Leave me alone.” I scowl at him, hiding my smile. “Forever.”
The tension bleeds from him as a grin curls his lips up and reveals all his perfect white teeth. “You know I can’t do that. Not anymore.”
That’s what I was counting on.
“Asshole.”
He laughs, winks, and then strides out of my room—out of my world—like he didn’t just take my heart with him.
I am so fucked.
Literally. Figuratively. Completely.
And, for the first time in years, there’s a stirring in my gut. An excitement, a thrill. Something unfamiliar but all-consuming.
Happiness.
It’s within reach. I just have to find a way to grab onto it.
Dragon
Katana’s presence the moment I step out of the clubhouse into the sticky Oklahoma afternoon is a salve to my singed soul. After fucking Cove, my mind is a goddamn mess. I can’t shake away the terror that crept up on me.
Night Giant.
Most days, I can keep him on the pedestal where I throw all my mental hatred at him and fantasize all the ways I’ll gut him like a fish.
Not today.
Today, he’s a shadowy monster looming in my subconscious. Laughing at me. Reaching for me. Threatening me. No matter how hard I try to shake him from my head, he’s there, suffocating me with his malevolence.
I’ll never escape him.
Not until he’s dead.
This shit has gone on long enough.
“I got your back, bro,” Katana murmurs, voice hard with steely resolve.
He’s always had my back. No matter what. Katana saved me all those years ago when I made my escape out of Night Giant’s sick fucking hold. If it weren’t for Katana, I’d be dead by now. There’s no doubt in my mind. Had I not escaped, I would’ve figured out a way to take my own life eventually.
