Chapter Eleven
Cove
“D ude, what the fuck?” Nees hisses, grabbing my arm as Dragon strolls through the clubhouse like he doesn’t have pieces of someone else’s skin hanging from him.
I give him a sharp shake of my head, bypassing him to head to the sink behind the bar. My lips tingle from Dragon’s unexpected kiss, but it’s the sticky blood that’s making me sick to my stomach. I want it off me. Now.
Nees hops up on the counter beside the sink, studying me as I begin rigorously scrubbing blood from my hands and forearms.
“I’ve never seen him so…ugh, so fucking nasty. What the hell happened?” Nees demands. “For a second there, when I saw the blood on you, I thought he’d hurt you.”
No, he just wants to…
Fuck, I don’t even know what he wants to do. All I know is he’s going to shower and then he’s going to find me.
“I’m fine,” I grumble, splashing water on my face. “He found out Max was going to Night Giant.”
Nees sputters in shock. “Are you serious right now? Damn. Okay, I guess it’s understandable. If Night Giant wasn’t such a sick fuck, I’d almost feel sorry for when Dragon finally gets his hands on him.”
Once my hands and face are clean, he hands me a towel and I dry off. I pin him with a hard stare.
“Night Giant has everything coming to him. Whatever Dragon delivers won’t be enough.” I toss the towel back at him. “Do you have a change of clothes that’ll fit him?”
Nees’s brows fly up, but he doesn’t say a word and only nods. I leave him, grabbing a bottle of Jack on the way to my room. Once inside, I twist off the cap and chug a healthy swig of the liquor before setting it on the nightstand. My phone has been buzzing ever since I had my argument with Nick. I’m sure he’s trying to sway me to meet up with him, but that ship has sailed.
I’m clearly a whore for dangerous shit because the heated moments me and Dragon have shared the last couple of days make my encounters with Nick pale in comparison.
I change out of my clothes and settle for a gray pair of sweats that hang low on my hips, revealing the black band of my boxers. Since my nipples sting and need air, I opt for no shirt.
This is all so reckless.
Tempting the dragon is a surefire way to get burned.
But I want it. I need it. It’ll scratch this itch of mine and I can move along to something normal. Healthy. Not at all fucked up.
Nees peeks his head in my doorway, sweeping his gaze over me as I stretch out on the bed. “Should I leave these here?”
“I guess.”
He creeps into the room, brows crashing together. “Dude. Whatever it is you’re about to do is a really, really bad idea.”
“Who says I’m doing anything?”
“I’m not a fucking idiot, man.” He tosses the clothes onto the dresser and then gestures at me. “You’re about to do who the hell knows what with Dragon. It’s written all over your face.”
“So?”
“So? Cove, it’s Dragon we’re talking about. You know, the psycho who just walked in wearing guts and blood and chunks of Corsetti. And now what? You’re going to blow each other?”
My dick thickens at the thought of Dragon’s vicious lips wrapped around me. Nees doesn’t miss a beat, gaping at me in shock.
“Beat it, kid,” Dragon barks from the doorway, making Nees jump and squawk.
“It’s fine,” I assure my best friend. “We’re just going to hang out.”
Nees’s jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. “Are you sure, man? Really sure you want to, uh, ‘hang out’ alone with him?”
Dragon’s tattooed hand grips the back of Nees’s neck and he squeezes hard enough Nees cries out. “He said what he said. Respect his fucking wishes.” With a shove toward the door, Dragon lets Nees see himself out.
I rake my stare over the way the white towel hugs Dragon’s muscular ass. All of his back tattoos ripple as he moves toward the door to close it. I brace myself for a slam, but he lets it shut with a quiet snick before turning back around to face me.
Suppressing a needy groan, I drink in every glorious, colorful muscle on his ripped chest. So fucking hot. Water drips from his dark hair that hangs over his bright green eyes in drenched curtains.
No hiding the monster that lurks beneath the beautiful exterior.
Violence flickers in his gaze, but it’s laced with fiery need that my body responds to. I bite down on my lip to hold back another desperate sound. My hand, of its own accord, travels over my abs and brushes my cock through my sweats.
Dragon takes a step toward the bed. And then another. Another and another and another until he’s staring down at me, nostrils flaring like tendrils of smoke might actually come out.
“Take your pants off, Baby Prospect.”
I shiver at his husky command, clumsily fumbling with the waistband of my sweats and shoving them down. He never takes his eyes off my lips as he waits for me to obey. My feet get tangled in my pants, but I manage to kick them away with a frustrated huff. A smile tugs at his lips.
Not a sweet, flirtatious smile.
It’s far more sinister.
Like a lion revealing his teeth right before he sinks them into your neck.
“The rest.” His eyes trail over my chest to my boxers. “Now, Cove.”
My name on his lips has a smile sneaking out. I try to hide it, but his penetrative gaze is back on me, not missing a thing. A shiver ripples through me as I slip out of my boxers, revealing my entire naked body to this man—no, this beast.
He takes a moment to inch his stare over every part of me from head to toe and back up again. Then, with movements so slow it’s nearly maddening, he loosens his towel that’s tied at his waist and lets it fall to the floor.
I swallow hard, taking in the state of his gorgeous and ridiculously large dick. It bobs heavily, jutting out toward me as though to accuse me of wanting to suck off the devil.
Guilty as charged.
Unable to escape this trap I willingly stepped into, I accept my fate and sit up on my knees. With my eyes locked on his glowing green ones, I crawl toward him on the bed. When I reach his cock, I run my nose along the upper side of his shaft, inhaling his soapy scent. His pubes are trimmed short and prickle the tip of my nose.
I expect him to bark out orders or force me to suck on him. But he’s standing there, trembling, as though he doesn’t know what to do next. I’m not exactly a professional dick sucker, but I like it and I’ve been having more fantasies than I’d like to admit about this exact moment.
Tilting my head back, I look up at him to find him watching me with such fiery intensity I’m surprised I don’t self-combust on the spot. I offer him a smile that feels like a truce before flicking my tongue out to taste his soft flesh. He sucks in a sharp breath that does wonders for my ego.
Emboldened, I take hold of his massive girth, lazily stroking him, as I wrap my lips around the glistening head. A groan rumbles from him, making my heart twist at the sound. His salty essence is a tease on my taste buds. I ache to suck him into my mouth and down my throat until he fills me to the brim with his bitter taste.
“Mmm,” I mumble around his cock, easing more of him into my mouth.
Strong hands find my hair, but rather than ripping it out of my head, he spears his fingers through the strands and clutches on as though he needs to in order to keep from collapsing.
I’m not the best dick sucker in the world, but I make up for my lack of experience in eagerness to make him lose his mind. I take him as far as I can into the back of my throat, gagging on reflex as his big dick tries to go deeper. Pulling back, I drag slobber over his cock and blink back the tears of my efforts. Then I go again, swallowing his cockhead into my throat. I hum out, pleased that I’m not a total loser in the dick sucking department.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck.”
It’s the closest thing to a compliment I’ve ever heard roll out of Dragon’s mouth. The shocked, ragged, needy sound of his voice encourages me. Each bob over his length, I take him deeper and hold him there for longer. Soon, his control slips and his hips begin pounding relentlessly. I gag when he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe.
He yanks out abruptly as hot semen shoots across my face. I’d been planning to swallow every drop of him, not wear it. I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out in an effort to capture whatever spurts out.
His taste is good.
Smoky and addictive.
I want more, but all too soon he’s done, his cock spent and dripping. I lick off what I can around my mouth. My fingers go to drag some off my cheek and into my mouth, but he stops me with a painful grip on my wrist. His other hand seizes my neck and he slams me onto my back on the bed.
“Dragon,” I croak out, panic rising and tainting his name on my lips.
He smiles at me. Beautiful and wicked. Such a dangerous smile. One I shouldn’t melt beneath like a piece of chocolate under the sun’s powerful rays.
“Mine.” He runs his tongue over my cheek, licking up his own cum.
“Oh.”
The grin is back and it sets me on fire, burning from my heart straight to my dick. I tremble, not at all hating the strong grip he has on my neck. Would he squeeze if I asked him to? Would he let go if I had enough?
As though he can read my mind, his fingers tighten around my neck. Darkness creeps around the edge of my vision and my cock pulsates with need. I want his mouth on mine. Again, he doesn’t disappoint, understanding what I need without words. His lips hover over mine as if he craves the taste of the air I expel. The hold on my throat squeezes until I nearly black out.
Pleasure zings through me, ricocheting every which way as he rubs his still-hard dick against mine. Choked breath wheezes from me. Right now, I don’t even care to breathe. I just want him to keep rubbing on me until I come.
But he grants me a reprieve, releasing my neck to chase where his hand was with his lips. He bites and sucks and licks my skin, all the while dry humping me. It feels too good. Like I’ll never get enough. Like I’ll come and come and come. And when I stop coming, I’ll get hard and come again.
Grabbing hold of his wrist, I give it a tug. He pulls back so he can stare down at me. The crazed glint in his eyes shouldn’t be a turn-on, especially since I’ve nonverbally begged him to choke me again. He clutches onto my throat, testing my limits as he squeezes.
Overwhelming pleasure tickles over each nerve ending, electrifying the darkness that’s surrounding me and making me blind. I’m drunk on the way his touch and nearness consume me.
I’m going to pass out.
Holy fuck.
The world tilts and shudders as my nuts seize up. Heat gushes between us. I’m in another dimension, lost in insane pleasure, chased by a dangerous dragon.
Air suddenly floods into my lungs, and with it, my vision clears. Hovering over me is the most beautiful, most terrifying man I’ve ever encountered.
A jarring thought shakes me to my core…
I’m going to let this man—this monster consume every part of me.
No regrets.
I fucking ache for it.
There are some paths that a man won’t survive.
And this one, I know for a fact, I will not survive.
My dick, my heart, and my stupid-ass brain don’t even care.