25. The Cock-Hard Edge of Restraint #2
But I would hold her hips down, one hand gripping that beautiful curve like a handle made just for me, and I would growl in her ear, “You don’t walk into my war room like a queen unless you’re ready to be fucked like one.”
And all around us, the room would fall silent.
Some men would flee.
Too afraid to look.
Too weak to stay.
But not Hiro.
Not the Claws.
Not my Fangs.
They would watch.
Eyes wide.
Cocks hard.
Respect blooming mist into the air.
Fuuucckkkkk. . .
I blinked.
Reality snapped back like a whip. My hands were still clenched at the desk. My jaw ached from how tight I was holding it. A droplet of sweat slid down my temple.
Nyomi was still standing there.
Still untouched.
Still perfectly composed.
And I hadn’t moved.
Not one fucking inch.
She didn’t even know how close I was to breaking. How deep I’d fallen into that savage place where fantasy and violence tangled like ropes, where I could taste her pussy in the back of my throat just from the memory of it.
And fuck me—I was still hard.
My cock throbbed behind my zipper.
And all would have been fine. . .
My Tiger and I got to talk in front of my men. . .and somehow I had been maintaining some sense of control as we did. . .but then my goddamn Ear screamed and fucked it all up.
Kiko kept shrieking and screaming at Reo in Japanese, “You let her in there when I have been sitting outside the room for HOURS!”
Reo maintained his calm. “I already told you that whatever you have to say, write it down and I will give Kenji the message.”
A crash of huffs and annoyance followed. Next came finger pointing from her crew—her fucking cousins and assistants. They yelled out accusations and raised their voices.
“What is this woman in comparison to Kiko?” Her cousin, Tet snarled and put his hands on his hips. “She is trash. She is nothing. The Dragon will punish you, Reo, when he hears about this.”
I sneered, not wanting to even deal with this bullshit. All I wanted to do was focus on my Tiger. Because if for one moment, I had to stop drinking in Nyomi and talk to my Ear and her crew. . .there would be screams in blood.
But in my mind, I was already calculating how many fingers Tet could live without and if a better answer to his questions would be a bullet between his teeth.
Kiko returned to yelling. “ Reo, you told me I couldn’t go in.”
Reo nodded. “That is what I said.”
“You said no women and no children!”
“That is the rule.”
Kiko pointed into the war room. “Is she not a woman?”
“No. She is not ‘a woman.’ She is the Dragon’s Heart.”
I stiffened.
There we go.
Reo had just carved Nyomi’s title into stone, and the entire war room had felt it without my Tiger knowing what was going on.
The Dragon’s Heart.
A ripple moved through the space—not loud, not dramatic, but primal. Several of the Scales straightened without thinking, like soldiers recognizing a shift in rank. Some of the younger ones blinked hard.
Two of the Claws exchanged glances.
Even Hiro stilled beside me. The lollipop that had been rolling between his molars stopped. He said nothing. Didn’t move. But I felt him reading the room the same way I was.
Tet stepped back like he’d been slapped.
Kiko went quiet for half a second—long enough to recognize she’d been outmaneuvered. And then the shrieking began again, more frantic this time. Because she knew. They all knew. There was no coming back from what Reo had just said.
The Dragon’s Heart.
That wasn’t a metaphor.
That was a title.
And in my world? Titles didn’t just get spoken. They got carved in blood, remembered with violence, and feared in silence. Due to my Roar saying that, Nyomi would not be considered a guest anymore to my men. Not some lover. Not a woman passing through my bed.
She had now entered the architecture of the organization.
And Nyomi stood there, right in front of me, having no clue about the promotion of her power.
Tet shook his head. “The Dragon’s Heart? Says who?”
“The WHAT?!” Kiko began to shriek and scream as if Reo were manhandling her.
“Kiko is the Dragon’s Queen. The true one. The only one. She carries his heirs. This woman is nothing!” Tet grabbed Reo’s shirt, roughed it up, and then let go. “You must allow Kiko in the room this instance! Kiko must talk to the Dragon!”
Tet and crew didn’t understand diplomacy. They thought noise equaled power.
But the loudest ones were always the first to bleed.
Tet reached for Reo’s shirt again.
Reo’s hand shot out. He gripped Tet’s wrist—not tightly, not gently. Just enough to make Tet’s entire body stall. “Touch me again, and I’ll decorate the hallway with your fucking molars.”
I cracked my neck just to keep from reaching for my gun.
Nyomi spoke, “I met her in the hallway.”
I put my view back on my Tiger. “I’ve heard.”
Nyomi was watching me too carefully now. I could see the calculation behind her gaze. The fire behind her calm. Her tone was soft, but the demand behind it wasn’t.
“I think you should talk to her. She sounds upset. And that’s not good for the babies. Maybe, you should call her in here. I think it’s time for us to meet.”
The muscle in my jaw flexed, hard. My hands gripped the desk. Not enough to splinter it some more—but close. My knuckles ached with the restraint I was forcing into place.
My cock began to soften.
Next to me, Hiro popped the lollipop from his mouth and raised one brow.
Nyomi didn’t flinch, not even a little.
Are you sure, Tora? Do you understand what you are asking?
I had already told Nyomi: no woman, no situation, no history would ever disrespect her. I had explained that I would fucking harm myself before I harmed her.
And I had meant it.
But what Nyomi didn’t understand— not yet —was that Reo had this under control. He was just being nice to them for her .
Keeping it dignified.
Restrained.
If my Tiger hadn’t been here? If I had let Reo off the leash? Kiko wouldn’t be screaming anymore and Tet would be on his knees—eyes swollen, mouth bloodied, teeth scattered across the marble like pearls.
And even more. . .if I had to deal with this myself?
There would be pain.
Real pain.
I didn’t want to ruin Nyomi’s first entrance into my world. I didn’t want to paint her welcome in screams and broken bones.
But Kiko was making it harder by the second.
My vision narrowed on the door.
I exhaled once—controlled—and then spoke in Japanese, loud and sharp enough to cleave through the noise. “Bring them here!”