Chapter Twenty-Four
Dragon
I ’m drained.
So fucking drained.
Being home is surreal. I never planned to seek them out because Chase died. I’m not the boy they lost. I’m someone different. A goddamn monster.
But they don’t care.
I looked my mother in the eyes and admitted every horrible thing I could think of, daring her to be disgusted with me. However, just like when I was a kid, she didn’t back down from the helluva challenge I threw at her feet.
She was happy to see me.
Overjoyed.
They all were.
I still can’t believe it. That I’m here, in my childhood home, feeling welcomed and loved. It’s hard to merge these two worlds—being Chase and Dragon. Mom says I have no choice now. She’s not letting me go no matter what.
My heart hurts, but I also feel so fucking happy. I’m buzzing with pent-up energy. I need to expel it in some way. I’d love nothing more than to shred Night Giant to little pieces, but that’s not an option…yet.
Right now I have one option.
Him.
Cove motherfucking Gale.
“I think we’re going to call it a night,” I grunt out, faking a yawn.
Cove rolls his eyes at me, always a sassy bastard, but stands as well. My parents take turns fussing over me and then my brothers each give me a hug. Once we’re done with the affectionate shit that I’ve apparently really missed, I clutch onto the back of Cove’s neck, guiding him through the house to my old room.
“I can honestly say when I woke up this morning, this is not where I expected to end up,” Cove says. “Seriously, how are you not freaking out?”
We stop in front of my closed bedroom door and I release my hold on him.
“I am freaking out,” I admit, frowning.
He takes my hand in his and squeezes. For as much as I love when Cove is super bitchy, I also like this tender side of him. It makes me feel things I have no business feeling, but Jesus, does it feel good to actually feel again.
“We’re going to get Mitch back,” Cove assures me, “and you’ll have your family again too.” He grins at me and then stands on his toes to brush a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m happy for you.”
I capture his jaw in my strong grip, backing him up against my door. “And I’m happy to see you.” To prove my point, I grind my body against his, letting him feel how hard my dick is. It’s been stiff for him all day. I don’t understand why I’m so damn addicted to Cove, but I am. I really fucking am.
My lips crash to his and he moans against my mouth. His hands are greedy, tugging at my shirt and pulling me to him. I suck in a gasp when his fingertips glide over my abs. His touch is addictive.
“We gonna fuck in the hallway?” I ask, nipping at his bottom lip.
“We’re freaks, but not that freaky.” He bites me back.
I grin against his mouth. “Go before I do something regrettable out here.”
He smirks but manages to find the doorknob. The door creaks on its hinges as he pushes backward into my room. As soon as the scent of my old Abercrombie cologne hits my nostrils, I’m flooded with bittersweet memories. Cove tugs me into the room and closes the door behind us.
“Whoa.” He lets out a whistle. “That’s not creepy or anything.”
She was telling the truth. Everything is as it was. I mean, the bed’s been made and it’s obvious the cleaning lady has been in to dust, but all my stuff is still here. My bookbag sits on the desk chair, still open with books tucked inside. Pictures of me and my friends are tacked all over the place.
The room blurs and I hate the way my heart clenches painfully in my chest.
I lost all this. In the blink of an eye. Because of one stupid fucking mistake. I believed a predator. Walked right into a trap. Told me I could be a model. I fell for that shit and lost… everything because of it.
I land on my knees hard and dig my fingers into my jean-clad thighs, trying desperately to suck in more air. No such luck. My lungs are on fire as I choke, trying like hell to breathe. Everything spins and the room goes dark. Tears streak down my cheeks like rivers of regret.
“Shhh,” a voice whispers. “You’re okay. Everything is okay. Breathe, Dragon. Breathe.”
Someone sobs and it reminds me of the boy who woke up in a warehouse, chained to a pipe. Lost. Terrified. Alone.
Soft hands cradle my cheeks, rubbing the wetness on them. I manage to make air flow into my lungs and gasp for it.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
Cove, though smaller than me, manages to pull me against him in a comforting embrace. I cling to his shirt, my tears soaking the material. His fingers stroke through my hair, soothing me with such a simple maneuver.
“Come on,” he croons. “Let’s get into bed. It’s been a long day.”
Somehow, though in a daze, I strip and find my way beneath the covers. Cove does the same and curls up against me. I like feeling his bare skin on mine and his hot breath tickling my chest.
I like him here.
I like him everywhere.
His lips press to my skin near my nipple and then he scrapes his teeth over it. “I have a packet of lube in my wallet. Stay right here.”
He sits up, his erection bobbing, and climbs over me to fetch it from his jeans. After opening it with his teeth, he sets one knee on the edge of the bed and smears some lube on his fingertips. I take my throbbing cock into my hand, watching as he brings his fingers to his rear.
“Did you ever fuck anyone in your bed?” he asks. “Guys? Girls?”
“Are you kidding me?” I rumble. “My mom would have beaten my ass. Probably still will if she finds out we’re fucking under her roof.”
Cove flashes me an impish grin. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. We’ll be quiet.”
A groan escapes him as he preps his hole. I can’t see what he’s doing back there, but I can tell by the way his eyes flutter he’s at least got two fingers inside his tight ass.
“Stop having all the fun by yourself,” I growl. “Come sit on my cock, baby.”
His cheeks turn rosy and a sweet smile curls his lips up. “I like when you call me that.”
“That’s your name, Baby Prospect.”
“No, dumbass. I like it when you call me baby. It makes me feel…”
“Like you’re mine?”
He nods, biting on his bottom lip in such a tempting way I nearly come from the sight of it. “Yes.”
“You are mine. Now get on my fucking dick.”
He pulls his hand from his ass and then crawls onto the bed. Once he’s straddling me, he stares at me with a tender expression that makes my heart nearly leap out of my chest. With his blond hair hanging down and his serious blue eyes pinning me, something clicks inside me. Like a key turning into a lock. A small snap that makes sense and opens a door I didn’t know existed.
More lube gets poured onto my dick and Cove strokes it, making sure to coat it well. Then, gingerly, he positions himself over my fat crown. With eyes locked on me, he slowly sinks down until he’s fully seated.
I could come just like this.
“Move,” I command, slightly bucking up my hips.
His grin is devilish. “I’ll move when I’m good and ready. You’re not in control this time. I am.”
I tense at his words.
Not in control.
Not in control.
“Hey,” he snaps, earning my attention. “It’s me. Not him. Me. You have a safeword.”
Relief—even though I feel stupid for it—floods through me. I roam my palms up his thighs, needing to touch him. “Kiss me.”
Grabbing my wrists, he pushes them against the bed on either side of my head. Then he dips down to bring his mouth to mine. I eagerly meet his mouth with a frenzied kiss. I’m lost to the way our tongues slick across one another until a jolt of pleasure zings through me.
He’s moving.
Fuck, it feels good.
Cove isn’t the biggest guy. I could easily shove him away from me. Despite him pinning me, I know I could get away if I wanted to. Better yet, he’s armed me with a verbal way out. One I know I can use and he’ll obey.
Now that’s control.
Cove isn’t a tyrant. He’s my lover. My boyfriend.
He moves his hips in a sensual, teasing way that makes me crazy with need. I can’t help but buck against him to drive in deeper whenever I can. His ass is a vise, clenching me in such a delicious way I let out a satisfied groan.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, his lips raining kisses down on mine.
“I want to touch your dick.”
“No.” His grip on my wrists tightens. “You’re trapped.”
Another flare of panic thunders through me. He must sense my fear because he loosens his grip. “Say the words, Dragon, and I’ll let go.”
But I don’t want him to let go.
I want to fuck him and have him fuck me without Night Giant intruding in on our moment.
“Can you come like this?” I ask, ignoring his offer. “With my dick stretching your tiny asshole and buried deep inside?”
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs. “You make me feel so damn good.”
“I want to fuck you all night, baby. Fill you up with so much of my cum it’ll run out of you every time you move.”
“You’re a filthy motherfucker.”
“You love it.”
His blue eyes soften as he pulls back to stare at me. The fire between us heats to an inferno. He continues his skillful dance on my cock, bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy with each rock of his hips.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cove chants. “Are you close?”
Seeing him blissed out with his supple lips parted and his eyes hooded is enough to send me over the edge. I come with a guttural sound that rumbles through the entire room. It appears to do the trick for Cove because heat splatters over my abs. His ass clenches, seeming to gulp down the cum I’m offering.
For seconds or an eternity, we revel in the pleasure, trapped in a staring contest filled with longing and need and a million other undefined emotions I’m dying to further explore.
Tonight was different.
More raw.
A connection between us unlike ever before.
The buzzing in the air tethers us together. I like it—no, I love it. I’m desperate for more. All he’s willing to give me. The need to consume him over and over again becomes my only thought.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Yours,” he breathes. “And, yes, you were saying that aloud.”
His confirmation fills my chest with happiness. I break from his loose hold on my wrists to snake my arms around his middle. He crashes against my chest. My dick remains nestled inside him despite its softening. I like that he’s still stuffed with me and my cum isn’t able to escape.
“If only everyone knew what a caveman you are,” Cove teases, a smile in his voice as his lips press to my neck.
“I think they know.”
“I’m glad it was me.”
“You?”
“I’m glad it was me who you can show the real you.”
The real me?
Here, in this bed, I’m confused about who that person even is. I’m not Chase any longer, but with my family, I don’t feel completely like Dragon.
“I don’t know who that is anymore,” I admit, frowning and snapping my eyes closed.
“You’re Dragon and Chase and my boyfriend. You’re a lot crazy and a little sweet. Super sexy. An asshole, but a funny one. I like you, man. Whoever you’re becoming. I like him .”
I still want to destroy the monsters in my world.
But I also want to be Cove’s a little sweet boyfriend.
I can be Dragon and Chase.
I can be…me.