Marked By Fire (Dragons Of The Darkblood Secret Society Book 2)

by Meg Ripley

  Sophie stumbled slightly behind me, and I pulled her closer, holding her hand tightly in mine. I found the stacks by memory and pushed Sophie against them; they were racked, so they wouldn’t move too much. I started touching her everywhere, kissing her in the pitch black, and Sophie responded immediately, her hands roaming over my back, down to my hips, up to my shoulders, tangling blindly with my arms. I pulled her shirt up, and tugged it past her head, and Sophie slipped her hand down the front of my pants to stroke my already-hard cock. Bit by bit, we got each other naked, and I had no idea how much time we were taking to do it; I didn’t even care. Jack had given me a half hour, but time had absolutely no meaning to me in the dark, with Sophie in my arms.

  I felt Sophie’s body sliding down along mine, and I realized--right in the moment--that she’d sunk down onto her knees on the floor of the abandoned live room. I felt the heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, wrapping around my cock and groaned, reaching for her head, her shoulders, in the darkness. My fingers tangled in her hair as she worked me with her lips and tongue, taking me further and further into her mouth every moment. “Fuck, Sophie,” I said, almost shaking at how good it felt; she was rubbing the base of my cock with the fingers of one hand, while her other hand gripped my thigh and her hot, wet mouth moved up and down on me. “If you’re not careful...I’m going to be done in like--like a minute.” I felt the tremor of Sophie’s laugh, but her mouth didn’t retreat; instead she began playing with my balls carefully, rubbing them in her hand. My fingers tightened in her hair, on her shoulder, and I was grateful for the soundproofing in the room as I moaned out again and again.

  I was on the edge in a matter of moments, and I was right about to come, when Sophie pulled back. She gave the tip of my cock a playful little lick and then I felt her stand up, pressing against every inch of my body as she rose to her feet. “How much more time do we have?” I chuckled, out of breath and not even caring.

  “As much time as we need,” I told her. “I am not leaving this room until we’ve both gotten off.”

  “Maybe you should get to work then,” Sophie whispered in my ear. I cupped her tits in my hands, feeling the way she trembled. It was weird not to be able to even see her, even with my eyes accustomed to the darkness in the room; but it made everything somehow hotter, more intense--I could feel the heat of her better than ever before, and I couldn’t breathe without breathing in the sweet and flowery smell of her.

  I reached down between her legs and hunted for her tits with my mouth at the same time, until I found one of her nipples. Sophie gasped and shivered as my fingers played along her soaking wet folds, pressing deeper, sliding up and down. The wet, slick sounds filled my ears, and it was so hot that I almost could have come without her even touching me anymore. I held back, stroking her, teasing her with my mouth and my fingers, while she squirmed and moaned and panted and gasped, her hands all over me.

  Finally, I couldn’t take the torture anymore; I turned her around and bent her over the stack. I’d been thinking about how hot it would be all day since the idea had come to me, but no matter how intense my fantasies, nothing beat the moment when I slid into her from behind. Sophie pushed her hips back as I thrust forward, and it was all I could do not to come right then and there. I went completely still, savoring the feeling of Sophie’s ass pressed against my hips, the way her muscles flexed and tightened around me. “Is it...just the way...you wanted it to be?” I clenched my teeth to keep from teetering over the edge.

  “Fuck yeah,” I told Sophie. “Even better.” I began to move inside of her, starting slow, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust of my hips. She felt amazing, and even though I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, I wanted it to go on for hours. I reached around the curve of her hip and found Sophie’s clit, just above where I was, and began stroking and rubbing her in time with my thrusts, working her harder and faster; if nothing else, I would at least manage to wait until she finished to give in.

  I felt like it was only seconds later when Sophie cried out, over and over again, reaching one hand around to her back to grab at my arm, at my hand, as her body flexed around me in erratic little spasms. I held back a moment longer and then I couldn’t do it any more--I came, pounding into her from behind, hearing the sound of her moans and mine, the hoarse breathing, the noise of our bodies colliding and sliding together.

  I sagged against her when we both finished, holding myself up against the stack, still buried deep inside of Sophie’s body as the aftershocks worked through me. “Fuck,” I said, still panting for breath. “We have got to have sex in a pitch-black room more often.” Sophie laughed, breathless and giddy sounding.

  “I’ll get blackout curtains,” she told me. “We can make this work.” I knew we’d probably taken longer than a half hour, but I didn’t want to pull out; I wanted nothing more than to keep going, to turn her on all over again and maybe the next time get her down onto the floor with me. But even in the haze, I knew I had to get ready to meet with Mark. I slid out of Sophie and tried to think of where my clothes could be.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  “I’m fucking out of here,” Mark said, the minute he walked into the control room and saw me.

  “Mark, sit your ass down,” Jack said.

  “You told me you needed me to work on a drum track,” Mark almost shouted at the producer.

  “Yeah, because I wanted you to get your ass down here,” Jack told him, unapologetic.

  “I asked him to,” I cut in. “Look--Mark. This shit has gone on long enough, hasn’t it? Are you having a good fucking time working with half the band?”

  “That’s not the point,” Mark said. He glared at me. “I told Ron I didn’t want to work with any of you, but I would on the condition that I specifically didn’t have to work with you.” I shook my head.

  “How the hell are we supposed to tour this record if you won’t even be in the same room as me?” I stood up. Sophie had gone to the break room a few minutes before Mark had arrived; I didn’t want to risk anything more than I was already. If he was really being this pissy about a girl, it wouldn’t make sense to poke him right away. At least, not any more than I was already doing, getting Jack to get him into the building to talk to me.

  “So, we don’t fucking tour this record then,” Mark said with a shrug. “Am I the only one who’s a little tired of the goddamn grind on this shit?”

  “If you’re tired of it, then why are you even still in the band?” Jack, I noticed, was very carefully pulling back, stepping away from me. He would have probably left the room, except for the fact that if he did, Mark would just walk out. With Jack there, he wouldn’t--at least not out of the blue, without giving me a chance.

  “Sit your ass down,” I said. “Let’s talk about whatever the hell it is that crawled into your rectum in the last month and a half.”

  “If I wanted to talk about it, don’t you think I would have?” Mark turned his scowl onto Jack, who just shrugged.

  “Look,” Jack said, sitting up and making the chair squeak. “Either you talk to Dan, figure out what the hell the issue is, and figure out a way to resolve it, or you’re going to have a shit record on your hands, and you won’t even be able to promote it. Do you want the last album your fans hear from you to be some monument to petty bullshit?”

  For a second, it looked like Mark was going to turn around and walk out, even with Jack sitting there. But then, instead, he sat down, throwing himself into a desk chair without even seeming to worry about whether he landed properly or not. “Fine,” Mark said. I stared at him for a minute.

  “Well?” I spread my hands in front of me. “What the fuck, Mark?”

  “What do you mean, what the fuck?” I closed my eyes, asking--I didn’t know who--for patience.

  “I’m grabbing beers out of the fridge,” Jack said, rising from his chair. Mark shrugged off the implied offer and continued looking at me.

  “This is where you tell me what the hell is going on t
hat you can’t stand to be in the same room as me,” I told Mark. “So we can pretend like we’re an actual band that functions like fucking adults and solves our problems instead of just avoiding them.”

  “My problem is that I’m pissed,” Mark said simply. Jack returned from the corner of the control room with three beers. He handed one to me and put one in Mark’s hand, and then sat down to open his own.

  “Why are you pissed, exactly?” I opened my beer and took a sip. It was obvious no more actual work was getting done anyway, at least not that night.

  “Because no one in the fucking band takes me seriously,” Mark said. “And before you laugh at me, it’s goddamn true.”

  “Where the hell did this come from?” I shook my head in disbelief. “You pitched a fucking fit over the thing with me and Sophie, and the next thing I know we’re working on separate shifts and you won’t work with me and now you say it’s about how no one in the band takes you seriously?”

  “No one talks to me,” Mark said firmly. “They talk at me.” He shook his head and cracked his beer and took a long pull from it. “Jesus, Dan--did you ever pay attention at all to me?”

  “You sound like a fucking girl,” I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “I thought we were friends.”

  “I thought so too,” Mark said with a shrug. “And then we’re in the studio and I’m catching shit because you’re not doing your job right, and you’re dating a girl you know I’m interested in, and no one gives a fuck--Mark will just roll over and take it, right?”

  “I asked her out first!” I put my beer down before I was tempted to slam it down. “She said yes to you after she agreed to a date with me. If you want to be pissed at someone, be pissed at her.” I thought about Sophie, off in the break room, and almost regretted what I’d said. “Hell--what difference does it even make anyway?”

  “It makes a difference because I had to find out from her, afterward, that she was already going on a date with you,” Mark said. “It makes a difference because it was the last fucking straw, man. Taking shit for you when I thought we were close…” he shrugged.

  “We were! Until you pulled this bullshit tantrum and refused to work and nearly cost us the best recording arrangement we’ve ever gotten.” I thought about what Mark had said for a second. “What the hell do you mean, taking shit for me?”

  “Whenever you fuck up on the goddamn takes, it’s always on me,” Mark said. “I’ve gone along with it because you’re my bud but what the fuck, dude? Even you pin that shit on me sometimes when it’s you screwing up.”

  “When I screw up, I take the shit for it,” I told him. “I do not try and pin it on you when it’s me messing up a fucking line.”

  “Whatever,” Mark said. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Anyway, the thing with Sophie was just the last straw.”

  “Last straw for what?” I stared at Mark, not quite able to understand why he was apparently so fucking put out with me dating someone, where he even got the notion that I was somehow trying to screw him over.

  “No one in this fucking band respects me,” Mark said, his voice bitter. “I thought you did, but obviously, you don’t.”

  “Of course I fucking respect you,” I almost shouted. “When you pulled the bullshit act of not working for a week, who the fuck do you think argued the hardest for keeping you in the band instead of letting the label make us fire you?”

  “The label was going to make you fire me?” Mark’s eyes widened.

  “You weren’t fucking working! Of course they were going to,” I told him. “What the hell did you think would happen if you fucking derailed a project they’re investing half a million or more in?”

  “After all this time, they were just going to kick me from the band?”

  “Yeah, compadre, they fucking were,” I told him matter-of-factly. “Ron made the rest of us meet up to talk about what to do and that was where we came up with the brilliant fucking plan of having Ron talk to you and suggest we work separately, since me, Nick, and Alex for sure didn’t want you to leave the goddamn band.” I let out my breath in a sharp gust. “Mother fucker: if any one of us isn’t in Molly Riot, the rest of us are not--fucking--Molly--Riot.” For a minute, Mark just stared at me, and I wondered what was going through his mind.

  “Why the hell did you leave me in the fucking dark about Sophie?” That caught me off guard. I didn’t really have much of an answer to the question, even though I had been thinking about it for the whole month that we’d been working separately.

  “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “It was probably partly that I knew you were into her, and partly that I wasn’t sure it would even go anywhere, and a million other fucking things.” I found my pack of cigarettes on the desk by my side and shook one loose. I fished a lighter out of my pocket and lit the tip, taking as deep a drag as I could and wishing it was pot instead of tobacco. “When I heard that Sophie had said yes to your date, I was pissed too.”

  “You were pissed and I had no way of even knowing that she’d gone with you first,” Mark pointed out. “You can’t see why it would tick me the fuck off to have the same thing--only worse, because my own friend wasn’t upfront with me about it?”

  “Fair enough,” I admitted. “I should have told you the next day, and I didn’t.” Mark drank down more of his beer.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?” I hesitated for a second and then laughed.

  “You’re the one who was going to implode the damn band, fuck-face,” I said.

  “Whatever,” Mark said, shaking his head. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “So I take it you’re still seeing her?” I nodded.

  “She asked me earlier today if I only wanted to have sex with her as some kind of way to get secret revenge on you for fucking shit up,” I told him. “I hadn’t really thought about it, but I actually--really--like her.”

  “Were you fucking her all this time just to get back at me?” Mark snickered, and I felt something inside of me relax.

  “No, asshole, I’ve been fucking her all this time because she’s a great lay and a lot of fun to be around,” I said. Mark shook his head slowly.

  “Last single guy in the band,” he said quietly.

  “Word on the street is you’re going through Tinder girls like you’re getting paid for it,” I pointed out.

  “Easy lays,” Mark told me. “I have to do something with my free time, since I don’t hang out with any of you anymore. Do you realize how much time we spent together before all this shit came up?” I laughed out loud.

  “Dude--you could have fixed this shit the day after you started it just by fucking talking to someone about it,” I said. “How bored have you even been?”

  “I played through BioShock Infinite and I’m teaching myself goddamn Italian,” Mark said, cracking a smile again.

  “That’ll come in handy,” I pointed out. “I mean, after all, maybe we’ll get some festival dates in Italy this summer, and you can try and flirt with a hot foreign chick.”

  “You guys cool?” I looked over at Jack; I’d forgotten he was even still in the room.

  “Not yet,” I said, glancing at Mark to confirm that he agreed. “But I think we can at least figure out a schedule that doesn’t suck asshole for the rest of the record.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  The control room felt incredibly crowded, even though it was just the band, Ron, and Jack sitting around in the different chairs. “So,” Ron said, looking at each of us in turn. “Do we have a working concept in place? We have a meeting with the A&R people in two days.”

  “We’re working through it,” Alex said. “I think we’re all…” he shrugged.

  “It’s going to take longer than we thought it would, and that’s just the facts of the situation,” I said. “We’re not going to go over budget, but we might have to opt for a less aggressive marketing plan for the album.”

  “What’s the state of the band?” Ron looked from me to Mark, and I pressed my
lips together.

  “We’re figuring it out,” Mark said brusquely. “That’s all we’re prepared to say.”

  “Should I be finding you guys some kind of therapist or something?” Ron gestured in the air.

  “No,” we all said.

  “Fuck that shit,” Nick added.

  “We just need time to sort through things,” Alex insisted. “Mark is willing to work with us, and we’re going to get down to recording the live stuff again, but it’s going to take some fucking time.”

  “I just want you all to be prepared for how this is going to change the label’s perception of you,” Ron told us. “It’s not going to be low stakes. They’re pushing a bunch of money into this album, and the longer it takes to come out, the less you’re going to be able to count on momentum from the last album, the promo tour with Juniper Woolf, and the rest of it to carry you.”

  “It’s going to be a good album,” Alex said firmly. “I can feel that in my bones. It’s just going to be a situation where we can’t rush it.”

  “Fuck,” Jules said, shaking his head. “We’ve managed to put out an album, tour it, and come back to work on another album every fucking two years for the past six. They can afford to let us take a little longer this time.”

  “That’s not the way that labels typically think,” Ron warned us. “Normally, they think that you need to keep grinding as long as there’s a demand.”

  “So they want us to burn out? Because that’s what it sounds like,” Alex said tartly. I snorted.

  “They’re interested in making as much money from us for as long as possible and then when they can’t make money anymore, they kick us off the roster,” I said. “That’s their whole business model.”

  “Let’s not be cynical,” Ron said.

  “It’s not cynical, it’s the truth,” Jules countered. “As long as we’re making money for them, they’re happy to have us. When we’re spending their money, they want to make sure every fucking cent is accounted for.”