Chapter Twelve
Dragon
I feel so…alive.
He’s rushing through my veins, fiery and uncontrollable.
More. I need more. No, I need it all.
His body. His dick. His ass. His lips.
Everything.
As he comes down from his orgasm high, his long lashes flutter against his flushed cheeks. I crave to touch him, but for now, I settle for drinking in each detail about him.
Perfect lips remain parted as he sucks in air, filling his lungs that were deprived only moments ago. When he realizes I’m staring at him, his face blossoms into a dark, rosy pink.
“Um, good night,” he rasps out, his voice hoarse from where I’d gripped his neck.
Amused by his awkwardness, I roll off him, resting on my side. I’m not going anywhere. I plan to stare at him as he sleeps. I want to memorize this night and the way I feel.
Normal.
I feel fucking normal.
For years and years, I’ve existed, living on nothing but anger and the thirst for revenge. But these past few days with Cove, something has changed. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment or why or how, just that it did.
And I don’t hate it.
In fact, I have this overwhelming craving for more. This desire to grab up more moments like this so I can remember what it felt like to be Chase. Just a happy guy who loved to fuck around and play basketball. A guy who had annoying siblings and hovering parents. Just a normal damn guy.
“Dragon…” Cove trails off, choosing to gnaw on his bottom lip rather than finish whatever it was he was going to say.
“Got a smoke?” I ask, ignoring the hints he’s throwing down for me to leave. Fat fucking chance. I’m too interested in this feeling. I’m not going anywhere.
“Dresser,” he croaks out. “Mind handing me boxers?”
With a smirk on my lips, I let my stare travel over his muscular chest, past his newly pierced nipples, and down to his dick that’s wet from his spent cum. I linger on the mess, wondering if he tastes much different than me.
“Towel. Boxers. Now.”
So fucking bossy. For someone who just a few minutes ago wanted me to have complete control over him, he sure has gone back to his usual bitchy self.
I climb off the bed and find my towel. After tossing it to him, I walk my naked ass over to the dresser in desperate need of a cigarette. Cove isn’t much of a smoker, but I’ve seen him doing it on occasion. Enough so that he has packs lying around. I pull out one of the cancer sticks and light up, sucking a drag of nicotine into my lungs. Blowing it out slowly, I let my eyes find Cove again. He’s managed to locate his boxers and has slid them on. Now, he sits against the headboard, scowling at me. My dick twitches back to life.
“Are you always horny?” he demands, his blue eyes flashing with anger.
“Apparently so.”
“You can leave now.”
“Nah, Baby Prospect, I’m not done with you.”
He crosses his arms over his chest in a petulant way that does nothing but make me hornier because his pectorals pop from the action, making his nipple piercings all the more tempting.
I take another drag and tilt my head up to stare at the ceiling. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, I allow the nicotine to do its job and calm me. It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve felt so relaxed.
But he’s still out there…
Not for long. Tomorrow, I’ll convince Koyn to let me deal with Night Giant once and for all. I’m tired of letting that monster roam this earth when I could send him to hell with his buddy Max.
I saunter back over to the bed, the cigarette trapped between my lips as I hunt for something to wear. Cove sighs heavily, but motions to a stack of clothes. I grab the sweats and yank them on before blowing out another plume of smoke. He groans when I climb back into bed, sitting beside him against the headboard.
“You’re really not leaving,” he mutters.
“Nope.” I hold out my cigarette. “Smoke?”
To my surprise, he leans toward my offering, parting his lips. I press the filter between them, holding it while he takes a drag. He blows the smoke into my face like the little bitch he is. It makes me want to kiss his stupid lips some more.
“Stop staring at me.”
I smirk as I take another drag. “You always complain so much?”
“Only around you.”
This time, I blow the smoke back into his face. A smile tugs at his pink lips. Fuck, my heart aches whenever he gifts me those rare smiles.
“I thought us fucking would be some sort of truce,” I state, sucking in another drag. “I didn’t realize we were still at war.”
He stiffens. “We didn’t fuck, Dragon.”
“We were naked. We both got off. You wore my cum. Call it whatever you want, but to me, we were fucking.”
His flesh turns crimson again. Fuck if I don’t love the way his body colors with just a few taunting words. I offer him the cigarette once more. Again, he makes no moves to take it from my hand. Despite his poutiness, I think he likes me here with him, looking after him.
“Most guys fuck and run. It’s fine, Dragon. You don’t have to babysit me.”
I reach over to the nightstand, snuffing out the cherry of the cigarette on the wood surface before turning back to him. I let the smoke tendrils billow out of my nostrils before grinning at him. Palming his hard abs, I slowly stroke my hand over his stomach to where his dick is once again straining in his boxers. I lazily rub his dick through the material.
“If I were a babysitter, I’d get fired. Do babysitters do this? Certainly none that Mom and Dad ever hired.” I wince at the flash of their faces that makes its way into my mind against my will.
Cove, like the intuitive bastard he is, fixates on the action. His hand covers mine over his dick. “Your parents are still alive, right? That’s what Stormy told me. Your brothers too.”
A crushing wave of grief crashes into me out of nowhere. I’m reminded of all the trouble me and my brothers found ourselves in. Christmas mornings and Easter brunches. The way Mom would cheerily wake me up each day with her sunny smile and familiar perfumed scent that followed her everywhere.
Losing my family was such a gutting thing to endure. It’s not like they’re even dead where I could move on. Worse. They’re alive and a few states away. I could find them and see them again if I really wanted.
But Chase is dead.
They don’t know Dragon, nor would I want them to.
Mom remembers me as a good kid who was going places. Sure, I was a mouthy fucker, but she loved me for it anyway. She wouldn’t recognize the tattooed monster I am today. The heartless killer. A man who does what he must to survive. Hollow and used up. Worthless.
“Hey,” Cove says, his voice calm and sweet. “It’s okay.”
Awareness trickles around me as I pull from my memories and find my way back to the present. I’ve somehow scooted down the bed and buried my face against Cove’s chest. My leg is locked around his and my fingers dig into his ribs like he might try to escape my hold at any second. I’m thrumming with a mixture of grief and rage at the unfairness of it all.
Cove’s fingers find my hair and he drags them through it. It’s such a simple, soothing movement, I actually groan in surprise. Blinking hard, I try to shake off the pain that’s shredding me from the inside out. My lashes are wet and my entire body shakes. But, with his fingers in my hair, soothing me, my erratic heart begins to slow.
I’m not Chase.
I’m Dragon.
They’ll never have to meet the beast. Their memory of the boy will forever be kept in their hearts, untainted.
“I wasn’t always a monster,” I admit, my voice a mere whisper. “People used to like me.”
“People liked you? I find that hard to believe.” His wry tone has me smiling. “Want to tell me about them?”
My smile fades. “The people who liked me?”
“Your family.”
“Why?”
“Because I know nothing about you, man. If we’re going to…fuck, then I want to know more about you.”
“So you admit it’ll happen again.”
He sighs heavily. “It was too good not to.”
A long, pregnant pause fills the air. I suck in a breath and then exhale, trying to shake the sadness still gripping my lungs like a vise.
“They were great,” I murmur. “Involved. Loving. Stern when they needed to be. If you looked up the textbook definition of great parents, mine were at the top of the list.”
“And your brothers?”
“Annoying. Especially Kai.” I bark out a laugh. “Not Mitch, though. The baby was everyone’s favorite, including mine.”
“You miss them.”
“They don’t know me anymore. It’s better they think I’m dead.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not Chase anymore. They would hate Dragon. Especially Mom.”
He doesn’t respond, which means he must agree with me. The thought of not being tugged into Mom’s motherly hug because she is afraid of me causes bile to creep up my throat.
“That’s a lie you tell yourself,” he says finally, words barely audible.
“Lies are just another version of the truth.”
I’m no longer interested in discussing my family. Cove has proven to be a distraction and that’s exactly what I need right now. I need him panting and begging. Anything to stop my mind from whirling with possibilities and what-ifs.
What if Mom isn’t afraid of me?
What if they still love me, even like this?
The ridiculousness of it all fucks with my head. Rising frustration builds and builds until it looms over me like a tidal wave of self-loathing threatening to drown me.
Cove’s scent grounds me.
Refocuses me.
Soothes me.
I press my lips to his neck, gently at first, and then suck his soft flesh into my mouth. He lets out a groan that sets me on fire. I’m overwhelmed with the need to paint his neck blue and purple, leaving little reminders of what we did all over his skin.
“Dragon.”
His voice sounds like a plea for me to stop, but it also sounds like a chant for me to go-go-go. I’m ravenous to taste him all over and hungrily nip at his collarbone on my way down his chest. I straddle his waist, loving the feel of his erection throbbing beneath me. My fingers find their way to his new nipple piercings and I tug. He winces, but he bucks his hips up like maybe he likes the pain. I flick them both.
“Ow,” he complains, a seductive grin betraying him.
“You like it.”
He doesn’t argue. There’s no point in denying the way his needs match mine. For all the shit I’ve been dealt in this life, this one thing right now feels pretty fucking good.
“Flip over,” I command. “Now.”
Panic flickers in his blue eyes, but the moment I sit up on my knees, he rolls onto his stomach. His back muscles flex and tighten with each ragged breath he takes. I run my finger down the ridges of his spine until I reach the hint of his ass crack showing above the waistband of his boxers.
“These are coming off.” The rumble in my voice vibrates down my chest and straight to my dick. Every part of me is wired and buzzing for him.
I scoot back so I can pull them off his ass. It’s a nice ass—a perfect bubble of muscle and pale skin. I’m going to bite it and smack it, marking it as mine. He lets out a soft breath when my lips press to the base of his spine. I kiss my way along the crack of his ass, needing to find new parts of him. Smacking his ass cheek, I grin at the irritated growl that comes from him. The skin smarts red from my abuse.
“Are you going to fuck me?” His voice is shaky and raw. Slightly terrified.
“Yeah,” I murmur, spreading his cheeks so I can see his hole. “With my tongue.”
The dark pink pucker clenches, which I find amusing. As though he’ll be able to keep me out at this point. That’s not going to happen. I tease the tip of my tongue around the hole, feeling each wrinkled groove. His entire body shudders, which has me smirking in satisfaction. I’ve never eaten ass before, but I haven’t ever wanted to until now. Now, it’s all I can think about.
Flattening my tongue, I begin lapping at his tender spot, getting him nice and juicy. After enough teasing, he uses his knees for leverage, pushing his ass closer to my face. I nip at his ass cheek before going back to his needy hole.
“Anyone ever been in here?” I murmur, my words hot against his wet flesh. “Or is it mine?”
“J-Just my own fingers.”
My dick twitches at the thought of him fingering himself when all alone.
“Who does it belong to now?”
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “You.”
I like the sound of that. His pretty, tight hole belonging to me. To reward him for his obedient words, I suck on the pucker hard enough to make him groan and then press my tongue inside him.
A strangled cry reverberates from him. His body tries to force my tongue out, but I’m too determined to make this feel good for him. Bouncing up and down, I fuck his hole with my tongue, moving my head from side to side as I do so he’ll feel me everywhere. It’s my hope to set him on fire from the inside out like he does me.
“Dragon,” he begs. “Oh, fuck, I just need—ah!”
I replace my tongue with my finger. It’s longer and can reach better places inside him. He fists the sheets on his bed as I stroke my finger in and out of his tight channel. When my finger brushes over his prostate, he shrieks.
“You like that, Baby Prospect?”
“Yesyesyesyes.”
His chanting goes on and on. I slide out my finger only long enough to press it beside my middle one and then push back in. With each pump of my fingers into his body, I scissor and twist them, stretching him and preparing him for when I actually do take his ass.
Soon.
I’m going to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name.
Just not yet.
I rub on his prostate, teasing him until he finally comes. His body trembles and a loud groan of ecstasy echoes in the room. Once he’s found his release, I pull my fingers out and climb over him. I shimmy out of my sweats before pressing the length of my cock against his ass crack. As much as I want to push into him and fuck him like a madman, I don’t. I settle for nipping at his shoulder while I dry fuck him. Right before I come, I grip my dick, lifting up off him, and search for his hole. Rather than sliding into him, I press the head of my cock against his still-slick hole. Feeling his spasming hole, needy for my dick, twitching against my crown, I come with a relieved growl. Hot cum spurts from me and I feed it into him, barely pressing against him.
“You’re not sleeping tonight,” I warn him. “Maybe not ever again.”
“Good.”
My cock is spent, drained into him. As I pull away, I stare in fascination as my milky white cum trickles out of his red hole. One day soon I’ll make his pretty asshole gape open for me. I’ll fill him with so much cum he won’t be able to walk anywhere or do anything without me running down his thighs, reminding him of who he belongs to.
“Dragon?”
“Hmm?”
I collapse on him, inhaling the skin on his neck at his hairline.
“Thank you.”
His words stun me into silence. I’ve never once been thanked for sex before. All the shit that went down with Night Giant doesn’t count because it was fucked up and wrong.
This thing with Cove?
Feels too good to be true.