The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2)

by Barner, Solease M

  “Showken, I accept your apology, but I’m not ready to get involved with you. I think I should go home,” I say, pulling away. I feel his arms tighten around me, and I inhale his beautiful smell. He takes a deep breath, pulling me onto his lap so that now I’m straddling him. He gently, slowly lowers his head to my chest, taking in deep breaths. His hands start massaging up and down my back, giving me shivers.

  “Please, I need you,” he says, as he slowly starts to kiss my neck. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. Everything on my body is heated. I think my hands are even hot. His hands start to move up my shirt, finding their way to my aching breasts. My back automatically arches lifting my breasts towards his hands. He tortures me, barely touching my hardened nipples. Before I can think, he is kissing me hard and fast. I can’t stop. He pulls away and looks at me, his eyes bright; the green is intense, and sexy as hell.

  “Stay the night with me, Marilyn, please,” he pleads. Tilting his head, he starts to lick and suck my neck. Everything inside me is melting like ice cream.

  “Showken, oh Showken, I thought we agreed no sex.”

  “I never agreed to that. I said we don’t have to have sex, doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Beautiful, I want you so bad right here, right now, say yes.” He places his hands on my thighs, his thumb rubbing my inner thigh. I shake my head, trying to gain some strength, but my walls are crumbling. A moan betrays me. “Mmmm”.

  “Yes, love, just feel, don’t think,” Showken says, his fingers gliding up and down my, now very hot, sex.

  “Showken,” I whisper.

  “Yes.”

  “I, I, yes.” The words leave my mouth before I can think. Showken moves quickly in front of me, getting onto his knees. He keeps his eyes on me. They are truly beautiful. I can’t believe a man like this wants me. He pulls off my pants, slowly and gently. He’s in no rush. I gasp, feeling heat between us. He climbs up my body and pushes the back of the sofa, and it starts lowering down. Damn I’ve never seen this before. I’m lying down now. Showken lifts up, pulling his shirt over his head. Oh that chest is amazing.

  “I want you so bad, Marilyn, I feel like I’m going to explode,” he says, pushing my legs apart. My panting is getting louder now. I can’t believe I react this way with this man. He slides my panties off, kissing me until he reaches my feet. This man is too good to be true. He begins to suck and bite each one of my toes, I cry out in pleasure, “Ahhhhh”. Showken doesn’t stop. He starts sucking my hip where it meets my pelvic bone. Licking and kissing, making everything south go extremely wet. I can believe how hot I am. “Beautiful, I want you to release, so I can have some dessert,” he says, pulling my folds apart, he starts licking me with long fast strokes from my opening to my clitoris. This is crazy, I’ve had many men in my life, but Showken makes me feel like I’ve never made love before. His tongue now slides into my sex and I scream loudly. Bruiser’s barking comes next, and then I remember his brothers and place my hand over my mouth. I should have better control. Showken whispers that Bruiser will be alright. He pulls my hand down by my side, holding my hands on my thighs as he keeps my legs apart with his shoulders. Holding me still, he starts again, sliding his tongue in . . . out . . . in . . . out of my sex. My head is moving from side to side. I yell out “SHOOOWKEN!” I release, just as he asked. He sucks hard, making my orgasm last longer. My body is shaking and I’ve never felt this good in my life, ever.

  “Precious, you taste so good,” he says, planting kisses on my clitoris. Oh, God, he’s going to start again.

  “Showken, please,” I manage to gasp, in between panting. I can’t even breathe. He’s driving me crazy.

  “Yes, I want more, and yes you will release again,” he says, moving his tongue very fast over my clitoris before taking it in his mouth. I feel my body getting hotter. I can’t believe I’m going to have another, “Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhh,” I yell out again. He comes up my body, stopping to take his time with my breasts. My nipples feel like fire every time he sucks, not a bad heat but a heat that’s so good. I want to get up and make a run for the door. This feels way too good.

  SHOWKEN

  I can’t control myself around Marilyn. She brings feelings out of me that should not be there. Her body is gorgeous, and extremely tempting. Watching the movie with her cuddling against me is making me want her more; the movie won’t end fast enough. She tastes amazing. Her sweet, intoxicating natural juice is my addiction. I feel Hawken and Layern nudging at my head to watch. I usually let my brothers see, and have even let them feel sometimes, but Marilyn is different. I can’t let them see her. She has an amazing body, I’m not like Draken, it’s just that I know she would be offended, and that offends me. I feel like she could be my Wella. I hate even thinking like that. I don’t want a Wella, not now, but Marilyn is so addictive I can’t get enough. I slide my pants down fast, wrapping her legs around me I thrust inside her body. I’ve never wanted to yell out, but this feels so good, her body is perfect for me. I can’t share her with another man, even if she’s not my Wella. Her breasts are perfect and fit my hand. Those hips and ass make me want never to stop holding them. Giving her pleasure is my pleasure. I love her eyes rolling around, searching for an explanation of why. I need her from behind.

  “Beautiful, turn around for me,” I ask, rising so that she can. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. You are going to have to let me have this part of you, someday,” I say, planting soft kisses on each cheek. I grab her ass hard, and I growl. My beast likes it, too. I hear her moan, “Ahhhh, Showken,” she says, with a trembling voice. I love her moans of pleasure. I place two fingers inside her sex, sliding them in and out, I bend and open that ass, circling her body with my tongue. She screams out with such satisfaction. “Ohhhhhh, YESSS,” she yells. She starts to pump against my hands as I slide my fingers in and out. I smile hearing that, she likes this. When I get that ass, I might scream, too. I slide my fingers out, placing them in my mouth, sucking her juice, which is now my addiction. I thrust inside again, going slow, fast, and hard. I can’t be gentle, I want her to have it all. She is smacking that ass up against me, and my thoughts are all over the place.

  “Yes, Showken, feels so . . . ohh . . . good!”

  I can’t speak. If I let anything out right now, I’m going to let out a very scary growl. I bite down, holding my breath as long as possible. I bend, licking her back as she meets me with each thrust. She feels so good. I allow my heat to come to my tongue; now, as I lick her back, the heat will increase her need. It will give her more intense orgasms, and leave a green line down her back. I hope she doesn’t mind. I smile, knowing I want my marks on her body, everywhere. I rise up, lifting her body with me. She rests her head on my chest as her body is pressed against me. I reach around with one hand pulling her nipple, continuing my pumping into her sweet sex. I love her sounds. “Scream for me, baby.” That must turn her on, because her cry touches my inner core. “Whyyyyy meeeee!” she yells.

  I slow down my pace, giving her a chance to recover. I start biting her right ear, and lightly sticking my tongue inside. Calming my beast is a must right now.

  “Marilyn, it’s you, because you’re special,” I say, in between kissing her neck. “You. Are. So. Special. But. Most. Of. All. Beautiful,” I say with each kiss. I rub my hands down the front of her body.

  “I need a break, Showken, please,” she says, panting. I hear and feel her heart beat. The sweat is dripping off her body. I lay her down gently, sliding out. I lie facing her on the sofa. With my dragon eyes, I can see everything on her body. She finally catches her breath, running her hands through her hair and closing her eyes. I see tears starting to stream down her face, sliding into her mouth. Why is she crying?

  “Love-”

  Marilyn places her finger to my mouth to quiet me.

  “Showken, this is moving so fast. I don’t want this. I’m not ready for this, you are easy to fall for, and I’m not ready,” she says. I narrow my eyes, feeling anger come over me. I will not let
her go. She will not be with another man, she’s mine.

  “Marilyn . . . you, okay, I’m not sure if you understand. We can take this slowly, but you getting off this between us will not happen.” I lean in, taking her bottom lip, pulling gently on it. “I don’t take rejection well, in fact I won’t accept it,” I say, smelling her. I love her smell, her smell mixed with mine is right. I don’t give her a chance to talk, I stand, pulling her into my arms. I carry her to my room. I’m kissing her the entire time. When she notices the change in the room, chuckling is all I can do. She looks adorable, being surprised. I walk over to my bed. We fall on the bed together, and I see her smile. I could get used to seeing that smile all the time. I decide to let her sleep a little. She falls asleep quickly once we are in the bed together. I slide out of the bed, slipping on a pair of sweats, heading for food. I open the door and Bruiser is sleeping, too. I pat him and keep moving. I get to the kitchen and see Layern eating a family-sized box of cereal.

  “You love her,” he says, instantly. I hear him crunching, I see it’s my cereal.

  “Shit, Layern. You know the rule, you eat your own food, no eating others’ unless you ask,” I say, going to the fridge, grabbing fruit, cheese and chicken from the last night Hawken cooked. If Layern is eating my food, well, I’m eating others’ food. It’s called sharing the love.

  “Well, you didn’t let us see, so I got hungry. I had no more cereal, but you did. Now, you love her, please don’t lie,” Layern says.

  “I don’t know what it is, Layern, I’ve never loved a woman before,” I say, smiling, remembering how being inside Marilyn is like paradise.

  “You okay, I mean, you know, with your beast?” he asks, raising his eyes to meet mine. I stop eating, grinning. I feel great, as long as Marilyn doesn’t try to run.

  “I feel good, so does my beast. Mother would not have sent me back if she thought different,” I say, raising a brow.

  “Okay, what are you going to do? She’s not your usual one night stand, and I get the feeling you don’t want her to go anywhere. She will soon find out how jealous the green monster can be,” Layern says, shoveling down cereal like a maniac.

  “Layern, I said that I’m fine, but if you keep talking about my beast you will see my green monster,” I smile.

  “Whatever, I’ve seen it before, but how will Marilyn react, knowing you have a crazy temper?” he asks, getting up and putting his bowl in the sink.

  “I have it under control, brother, but you doubting me is upsetting my beast,” I say, glaring. He glares back, then smiles. Layern doesn’t smile. I guess he is truly back. I’m happy for him, but he is pushing me, is he trying to get me to lose control? I will not.

  “Don’t get angry, Showken. Yes, I’m back. I feel good, but I still love her. I can say I love her. Can you say you love Marilyn?” he says, walking out of the kitchen. I think for a second and the only answer is, no. I want her, she’s addictive, but love is not for me. I just want her around longer.

  “Brother, this has nothing to do with love; I like Marilyn’s company right now. My mind could change tomorrow, you know me,” I say, trying to convince myself more than Layern.

  “Yes, I do know you, now you should be honest with yourself, brother,” he says, continuing down the hall. I sit and eat more food. Mother wants to meet Marilyn, but I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Marilyn’s mouth will get her into trouble with my mother. Why does she want to see her anyway? I’m not ready for a Wella. I finish eating, and quickly make Marilyn some food. I head back into the room and she’s still sound asleep. I would love to be in her dream. I usually don’t like entering women’s dreams, especially after they have been with me sexually. They have a wedding and everything planned out. I’m not sure if Marilyn is that type, only one way to find out. Besides, my dragon wants to meet her officially, and she might consider this a nightmare. I go and climb into bed with her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Closing my eyes, I drift into her dream.

  I can’t believe what I’m seeing, Marilyn is in a room sitting on a couch, with a knife in her hand and blood on her clothes. She looks cold, her eyes are somewhat dilated, and she’s calm. I glance over and see a man on the floor with several stab wounds. Shit, she’s a killer! I see her walk out of the room and take a shower. I’m really going to have to investigate this further. This is not in her file at all. Her dream shifts and she’s on a cliff, sitting on the edge, looking at something in the distance. I make my presence known, and walk up behind her, taking a seat on the cliff with her. She doesn’t look my way.

  “Why are you in my dreams? I’m not as good as you think?” she asks calmly. I frown, wondering why she is so calm, and her tone so cold.

  “I’m here because you wanted me, it’s your dream, tell me why I’m here, precious,” I say. I need to get some truths out of her, this dream may be my only chance.

  “Showken, I’m not sure how you are in my dream. I try to keep this to myself, but it’s a dream.” She takes a huge breath, letting it out very slowly. “I come onto this cliff to think. I even sometimes think about jumping, my life is lonely. I have no one, really.” She stops looking over the horizon, narrowing her eyes, and turns to me, just looking.

  “I’m no good for you, I’m not good for anyone, and you should run,” she says, lowering her head. I guess she needs to see me fully. I call for my dragon and I see him flying in. I see her lean forward, and I can’t help but smile. She thinks she’s a bad person, well I’m not even all human. She stands as my dragon approaches. Marilyn takes two steps back, as she can now fully see what is coming fast towards her.

  “Beautiful, why are you stepping back?” I ask, knowing there is fear coming over her. My beast can be very scary, but I control it, she’ll be fine.

  “Umm, Showken, I think you should step back, too. I know this is a dream, but this is turning into a nightmare, come, lets go,” she says, reaching for me. I pull her back down, wrapping my arms around her.

  “It’s okay, he just wants to meet you,” I say, looking for her reaction.

  “What do you mean? Showken, this big bird with wings looks like some myth, you’re scaring me,” she says, looking at the beast, which is now hovering right in front of the cliff. I feel her body stiffen. I feel my body get aroused, my beast loves her. “Wait, you know this bird?”

  “Would you please stop calling it a bird,” I say, widening my eyes. My beast shoots out fire that sends her stumbling, trying to get away.

  “Fuck, Showken, this is crazy. What is going on?”

  “Sweetie, it’s fine, he’s fine. What do you think is going on?” I ask. Holding her from behind now, I secure her arms, and we are facing my beast.

  “I think you know this, this, shit, what is it? This must be my punishment, dying in my dream, being eaten by a very large flying, fire-spitting . . . holy shit, it’s a dragon! Fuck that, wake up, Oh God, I’m sorry, wake up, Marilyn.” She starts to panic. I nod, sending my dragon away to fly in the sky until I can get her under control. I still hear her pleading with God to wake her up from her dream.

  “Relax, you’re making him nervous, which makes me nervous. That’s me and I’m him, we are one,” I say, resting my chin on her shoulder. She looks at my beautiful green monster, frowning, then I see understanding sinking in, and hold her tight. She starts to pull away. I let go and because she is so rattled, she slips off the cliff. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she yells, as she falls. My beast comes and flies under her to catch her. She is holding on tight; I can feel the grip on my shoulders.

  “I THOUGHT YOU WERE SCARED!” I yell, as I command my beast to take her for a ride. She holds on to the necklace around my beast. She yells back.

  “I AM SCARED!” she yells, with a small smile. She’s enjoying herself. I smile to myself, WOW! She’s an amazing lady. I take a step back and run to the edge, taking a jump off, my beast knowing to be right there. I climb on behind her, and we fly.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask.

  “Well
, it’s a dream, but I feel free, and the view is really nice,” she says, as the wind is blowing that dark hair in her face. I brush it out of the way, and grabbing her face with both hands, I lean in, kissing her hard.

  “I love to fly, and it’s very liberating,” I say, pulling away to see her face. She looks confused.

  “Is this real?”

  “Do you want it to be?”

  She looks out over the clouds, enjoying the beauty, I assume.

  “Yes, I do.” We stare at each other for a long time. I pull her close and we ride in silence. This is wrong. She can’t love me, I can love her . . . I do love her, but loving me is dangerous. My beast can get crazy sometimes. I can’t have her injured because of me. Inhaling her beautiful scent changes my focus. My hands slide up her shirt, and I find her hard nipples. Her gasps become my incentive to do more, as I’m kissing her neck. I love pleasing her. The sounds she makes are very arousing. I want her right now, but I won’t do that. She leans back on my chest, opening her body to me. She must not care about my beast, or she’s forgotten. Sliding my hand to her hot, wet sex, I slip in a finger, sliding it in, out, in, out. After I add two more fingers, she finds her release. “YESSSSSS!” she yells. It’s almost enough to make me climax. I can’t believe what I’m doing. My mother would like to meet her. I need to figure that out. Marilyn is no pushover, and my mother- let’s just say after someone’s spoken with her I’ve seen their ashes left.

  “Marilyn, are you ready to wake up?” I ask, smiling into her neck. I know she doesn’t want to wake, but she must. I can’t keep her in dreamland, though the thought is enticing, I won’t do that.

  “Well, no, but I know it’s a dream, and nothing good ever lasts for me. Since this is a dream, I want you to know that this won’t last between us. We should end it before it goes further,” she says, calmly.

  “I’m not ready for it to end, and I’m selfish by nature,” I say, feeling a growl come, running my hand through my hair. I can’t hold back, and I growl loudly, my beast joins in and fire comes from his mouth. I will end it when I’m ready, not her. Layern is right; I do love her, and letting go right now is not an option. I need more of her, besides, a human female will never be able to handle me or my beast.