Chapter Fourteen
Dragon
N ow that Prez has moved on to other matters of club business and Bermuda babbles about finances, I refocus my attention back on Cove. The bruises all over his neck visible for all to see make my blood run hot in my veins, unable to focus on anything else.
With the morning sun streaming in, dancing across the massive mahogany conference table, and ending on Cove’s soft profile, he is angelic. Something pure and innocent and untouched. Except he’s not. I defiled him the entire night, not allowing either of us to sleep more than a couple hours at most.
He belongs to the devil now.
My chair creaks as I lean forward, needing to be closer to him so I can smell him. I can feel curious eyes on me, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Can you not?” Cove hisses, shooting me a go to hell look that could melt glaciers.
“What?”
He rolls his eyes at my feigned innocence. Grabbing hold of the arm of his chair, I drag him closer. The scowl he wears deepens, but the pinkening of his cheeks gives him away.
“Is this going to be a problem?” Koyn demands.
“No,” Cove clips out. “I can leave.”
I grab his bicep before he can stand, squeezing to let him know he’s not going anywhere. “No problem here, Prez.”
The muscle along Cove’s jaw ticks furiously. I want to lick it. Lick him. Suck every sweet part of him into my mouth.
“As entertaining as this is,” Filter grunts, “some of us missed breakfast. Can we wrap this shit up so I can fucking eat?”
“And some of us are going to lose our breakfast…”
It might be a joke, but I’ve had enough of Bizzy’s shit this morning. I jerk away from Cove and am on my feet stalking toward Bizzy’s sloppy ass, wishing I had my knives and not my two fists, within the next second. Grabbing him by his thick neck, I drag him out of his chair—which is no easy feat since he’s a fat fuck—and snarl in his face.
“Are you a homophobic redneck piece of shit?” I ask, my tone low and deadly.
“W-What? Fuck. No, Dragon. No, man. It was a j-joke.” His eyes dart back and forth, pleading for me to understand.
“Let him go,” Koyn barks.
I squeeze my palm around his throat, watching his eyes bug out and his flesh turn purple. Unlike how Cove gets that orgasmic look on his pretty face, Bizzy looks like a pimple about to burst.
Katana materializes beside me. His sudden presence has me releasing Bizzy and glancing over at him. He smirks, amused that Bizzy got put in his place, but still there to keep me from doing something stupid like killing Bizzy in front of everyone.
“Apologize,” I say to Bizzy, my eyes not leaving Katana. My best friend grounds me. I’m tethered to reality when he’s near, not floating into the fucked-up abyss.
“Eh, sorry?” Bizzy blurts out.
Breaking eye contact with Katana, I pounce on Bizzy again, my forehead pressing to his as I stare him down, letting him feel the vibration of my fury rippling through me like electricity.
“Do better.” I don’t blink or move away. “I said do better.”
“Fuck. I, uh, I’m sorry for disrespecting you, man.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me, Bizzy,” I spit out, spraying his overgrown beard. “Him.”
The room goes silent aside from Bizzy’s heavy breathing.
“BP, deal with your problem,” Koyn snaps. “Now.”
Cove curses and I feel him approach from behind. The hairs on my arms stand on end as he nears. He touches my lower bare back, his fingers softly brushing over the skin. I flutter my eyes closed, relishing in the way it feels.
“Say it,” I whisper to Bizzy.
“I’m sorry, Cove, er, BP,” Bizzy rushes out. “I’m cool with gays, man. This all got blown way out of proportion.”
“Are you satisfied, Baby Prospect?”
“Yes.” Cove’s tone is icy and filled with fury. At me. I don’t give a fuck. “Take a walk with me.”
I pull away from Bizzy, giving him a fiery warning glare that I hope he remembers next time he decides to open his stupid mouth.
Whirling around, I stalk my prey. Cove’s face is bright red from humiliation, but he’ll get over it. I prowl toward him, my heart rate skipping beats as he slowly tries to escape me.
There is no escape.
He unleashed the dragon. There’s no putting him back inside his cage.
“Cove,” Copper mutters. “Let’s talk later.”
Cove nods, swallowing hard. He walks backward out of the conference room, eyes locked on mine. I match him step for step, but growing closer to him with each one because of having longer legs. He’s nearly in the kitchen when I finally catch up. The conference door slams shut behind us. Koyn is probably pissed, but he’ll get over it. Maybe he can punish Bizzy for once in his fucking life for being a dumbass.
“Hungry?” Cove asks, his voice tight.
“Fucking ravenous.”
His face sours. “Not for me.”
A wicked grin curls my lips up. “Then no.”
He rolls his eyes and turns to walk into the kitchen. Big mistake. You don’t turn your back on the predator. I grab his shoulders, pressing his body against the stainless-steel refrigerator, and rub my erection against his ass. My lips find his ear and I nip at the lobe.
“You going to feed me?”
“Dragon, I barely want to talk to you after the shit you just pulled.”
Despite his furious words, his breathing becomes ragged and he writhes in my arms, rubbing against my cock. I suck on his neck just below his ear.
“Shouldn’t have given me a taste, Baby Prospect. Now I’m addicted.”
“You’re fucking crazy is what you are. Dick drunk.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Dick drunk, hmm?”
“Completely wasted.” He sighs. “Let me go.”
“I can’t.”
His body loses some of the tension and he melts in my arms. “How about a truce?”
“Mmm?”
“Let me cook you something to eat. After, we can, uh, go back to my room to, uh, blow off some of this steam.”
“How domestic of you, wifey.”
“See, you really piss me off when you say shit like that.”
“I think it gets you off to be mad at me.”
He doesn’t answer, which is the only answer I need. It’s true. Cove, despite his bitchy behavior, enjoys my touch and words and the pleasure I offer. Feeling is fucking mutual. Minus the bitchy behavior on my part.
I pull back and smack his tight jean-covered ass. “Make me breakfast, lover.”
“I fucking hate you. You know that?”
“I think, for you, Baby Prospect, hate is synonymous with love.”
He shoots me the bird and I laugh.
Human. Cove makes me feel human for the first time in forever. If he thinks I’m letting him go anytime soon, he’s just as fucking insane as I am.
Because I’m not.
Ever.
He tastes like syrup. We managed to inhale a few frozen waffles before I dragged Cove back to his bedroom. Now, I have him half-naked and my tongue down his throat. Voices and laughter can be heard beyond the door, meaning Church is over, but I don’t care about that shit. All I care about is this.
Getting Cove naked and beneath me.
I drag my fingers over his hard abs as I kneel in front of him. His breath hitches when I jerk down his jeans and boxers, freeing his erection. He’s not as thick or long as me, but his dick fits his smaller frame. It’ll still taste good as I try to swallow him whole. A whimper bubbles out of him. I lick the underside of his shaft, making him whimper some more.
“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.”