Dragon's Burn

by Brooke Warren

  I pull back and stare down into the blue irises that have been haunting my dreams. “Look, I’m sorry. . .”

  She quiets me with a finger over my lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

  “Yeah, but. . .”

  “Shhh.”

  I don’t say sorry often, and I really wanted her to hear what I had to say. Explaining what happened the other day was important because I want her to see me, not the criminal, outlaw biker. It’s an image I want to erase from her mind. But the speech I prepared never finds its way out. When it comes to her I have no restraint, and it’s even worse when her hands pull my head back down.

  I kiss and nip my way up her neck, loving when a breathy sigh resounds in the air. It makes me want to hear it again. I continue kissing my way across her cheek to her plump lips, reminding me of how perfect they look, forming an O when she hits the peak of her orgasm. All the worries I had get covered in a temporary blanket of relief from having her in my arms again. In its place is a yearning to be closer to her.

  I back her up against the wall. She runs a hand into my hair and pulls on it, breaking the hot and heavy make-out session that was just getting good. “I need you.” She bites my bottom lip.

  Three words.

  Three words, that when said in her husky voice, set my insides on fire.

  Three words that could mean something different to both of us, but I don’t care about that right now. I know what I can give her, even if it’s just a part of me. I growl and scoop her up in my arms, cradling her to my chest.

  Setting her feet on the ground, I press her against my door and dive back between her soft lips. She groans against my mouth, clawing at my pants to get them undone, but I swipe her hands away while fumbling for the doorknob. When the door opens, I pick her up and toss her on the bed before locking us in. She’s all mine. There’s no escape now. A feral smile grows as I prowl toward her.

  “You need me, huh?” She nods, licking her lips. I zero in on her tongue darting out, imagining what it would look like swirling around my dick. It’s something I plan on making happen, but for now, I need her naked. “Then strip.”

  I didn’t mean for it to come out forceful and commanding. Her eyes rake over my body like she’s sizing me up. Her chin lifts, letting me know she’s going to fight me for control. If that’s what she wants, then that’s what she’ll get.

  I yank my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. She chews her lower lip, and I know it’s to hold back any and all sounds that would give away how bad she wants me. I move my hand down to my jeans. Her hooded gaze darkens when she thinks I’m about to take them off, but I stop with my fingers on the button.

  She smirks and sits up when I raise my brow. She knows I’m toying with her, and I expect the same thing in return. What I don’t anticipate is how hard I’m struggling to stay in one place when she eases one strap then the other of her tank and bra down her arms. The material continues to fall, exposing her breasts. I bite the inside of my cheek, mentally anchoring my feet to the floor to see what she’ll do next.

  Her pink nipples are puckered, and just waiting for my mouth. She takes both pointer fingers and puts them in her mouth. Her eyes flutter closed while sucking on them and I almost groan in response. Oh yeah, she’s going to have my dick in her mouth. Popping out her now slick fingers, she rubs them across her nipples, gasping from her own touch.

  Holy hell.

  This girl is my undoing—fuck me, I’m ready to be unraveled.

  Poppy

  The sensation of my fingers gliding over my pert nipples is supposed to be a tease for Ryu; however, its effectiveness has me growing wet between my thighs. I gasp from my own touch and picturing how much better Ryu’s mouth would be. I close my eyes, remembering the feel of him sucking and nibbling on my hardened peaks, and a low groan slips out.

  Whatever he was going to say earlier, I didn’t want to hear. Hearing him apologize isn't why I came over.

  Summer fling.

  Nothing serious.

  Fun times only.

  Those were my reasons, oddly said in Deb’s voice, for not wanting his explanation. Had I let him continue, I would’ve become vulnerable to his words. I couldn’t let that happen. I’m already sliding down a slippery slope with him, and I need to stay strong and cautious. My feelings for him are growing, no matter how hard I refuse to acknowledge them. And that leaves my heart open to falling in love and getting hurt.

  Which is crazy for me to even think about because of how long we’ve known each other. But I’m starting to learn that it doesn’t matter how old or young you are or how long you’ve known someone, the heart doesn’t operate on time. It does what it wants.

  I lift my lids, heavy with lust, and run my fingers down my chest to the top of my shorts. The dim lighting from the lamp in the corner of the room casts a glow on him, darkening his features. He looks animalistic with his hands clenched at his sides, jaw set tight and chest heaving in deep breaths. I’ve got him wound up, and the sight makes my core weep, soaking my panties.

  “I thought I told you to strip.”

  His deep, gravelly voice has me whimpering. He takes a step closer to the bed. I smirk, loving the cock of his brow, challenging me to see if I’ll bend to his demands. The reality is, if I told him to get on his knees and eat my pussy like a champ, he’d fucking do it. How do I know this? He’s practically foaming at the mouth, watching my fingers toy with the zipper on my shorts. My guess is the club groupies just spread their legs and do as he asks without hesitation. I’m no groupie, and I have no problem proving it.

  “I am.” I flash him a coy smile.

  “No. You still have clothes on.” He takes another step closer to the bed, now standing at the foot of it.

  I pop the button free on my shorts and slowly glide them over my hips until they settle around my knees. His gaze stays glued to mine, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. I pull my panties to the side, groaning when the cool air hits my scorching hot pussy. Taking my finger, I slide it between my folds, my hips bucking at the contact. This has him following my movements as I push my finger inside me then back out, playing with my swollen clit.

  “I’m so wet,” I pant. “Wanna taste?” I bring my finger coated with my juices to his mouth, and he doesn't hesitate to close his lips around it. His eyes flutter closed, and a guttural moan from deep within his chest grows louder as he swirls his tongue around my finger, like I did earlier.

  His lids flip up, and my breath catches in my throat. I’m frozen in place by the wild look in his eyes. Every swipe of his tongue against my finger is a promise of what's to come. He clasps my wrist, holding my hand in place while his other hand undoes his jeans then disappears into his boxers.

  I watch with fascination as he pulls his rock-hard dick out and starts pumping his fist up and down in slow, exaggerated movements. “Fuck. So hot.” My fingers itch to touch him.

  He pops my finger free from his mouth then pulls me to him, feverishly kissing me. Without breaking the kiss, he guides one of my hands to his dick, and my greedy fingers wrap around it. My walls pulse at the feel of him in my palm; he groans at the same time. I try mimicking his moves while squeezing him a little harder each time I go up and down. His hands twist in my hair, and I can feel the urgency growing in our kiss.

  Our lips pull apart, both of us taking in big gulps of air. With a hand still in my hair, he guides my head down to his length. The sting from my hair being pulled shoots straight to my core, and I can’t help the small cry that comes out. My grip is still tight around him, and the velvet-soft head of his dick makes my mouth water. I flick my tongue out, ready to lick the pre-cum off the head, but he moves his hips back, just far enough out of my reach.

  He tsks. “Such a greedy mouth you have. How bad do you want my dick?” My mewls are the only answers I can give him. I may have underestimated this battle for dominance. “Open wide. I wanna see just how needy you are.”

  I open wider, sticking m
y tongue out. He takes his dick and slowly slides it inside. I relax my jaw and throat, wanting to accommodate as much of him as I can. He hisses his pleasure, and I whimper mine, loving the salty taste of him. He hits the back of my throat, and it’s a good thing I don’t have any gag reflexes—I’m able to take all of him. I close my lips and hum my delectation while sliding my tongue back and forth.

  “God . . . damn. . .,” he grunts.

  I hollow out my cheeks, which causes him to fuck my mouth faster. The grip on my hair loosens as he gets lost in the ecstasy. With my shorts still around my knees, I can’t spread my legs to ease the ache—it’s fucking torture, and the only thing I can do is move my thighs back and forth, trying to find the friction I need that will set off my impending orgasm.

  “Fuck. Your mouth is killing me. I need inside you. . . now.” The last word is clipped, the edge of his restraint gone. He lifts my head from his dick then grabs me by the waist, flipping me onto my stomach. A sharp crack lands across my ass, and I bury my face in the bed as a long cry draws out of me.

  My clothes and shoes are pulled off, tossed to the side somewhere, leaving me naked from the waist down. He lifts my hips up, so I’m on all fours. I look over my shoulder and wiggle my ass. He’s stroking his long length again while staring at me like he’s about to tear into me. When he finally meets my gaze, he smirks, landing another hard blow to my already burning ass.

  I catch myself as I fall forward, crying out from the pain that's turning my insides into molten lava ready to shoot out of me. An open condom wrapper is tossed near my hand, at the same time I feel the bed dip behind me. The spiral of desire inside me has been twisted so tight that it won’t take long until I’m flying high.

  “I’ve missed your sweet pussy.” He rubs his hand across my butt and over my hips.

  “I knew you only wanted me for my body.”

  He slams into me, wiping the teasing grin off my face, and if it wasn’t for the death grip on my hips, I would’ve flown forward. My mind yelps from the intrusion and the slight pain, but my body revels in it, loving the feel of him inside me again. The two war with each other, only for a moment. The first of his many thrusts has my brain shutting down, knowing it lost the battle and is no longer needed.

  “Oh god . . . yes . . . that feels good.” The words come out almost a whisper because all the air in my lungs is gone. Everything inside me is being consumed by Ryu, a beautiful yet dangerous path I’ve tried to stay away from. But as he fucks me senseless, the closed-off parts of my heart and soul begin to cave under the weight of the walls I spent years constructing.

  Every nerve ending in my body lights up at once, then I feel the electric pulses begin to move. It starts in my toes and at the top of my head and rushes right to my center before exploding outward. I’m so lost in my orgasm and screaming his name that I forget there’s someone else in the house. My arms give out, but I continue mumbling a string of curse words into the comforter.

  “Damn, your pussy is squeezing me.” He slams into me several more times, before losing himself in his own release. There’s a subtle change in the air now. Yes, some of the sexual tension is gone, but I’m picking up on something else. He falls over my back, hands on either side of my head, the only sound in the room our heavy breathing.

  After a few moments, he kisses down my spine as he straightens back up and slides out of me. My body is so strung out I can't move. A hand runs over my ass that’s still sticking up in the air. He notices this and helps ease my legs out, so I’m lying on my stomach. My lids become heavy, my body sated. I feel him climb back up the bed and lie beside me.

  “Come here.”

  I face him, and he helps me discard my tank top and bra that I forgot were still bunched up around my stomach then I’m tucked against his side, with my head on his chest.

  “I missed you, too,” I whisper.

  Poppy

  We lie tangled up in each other’s arms. The cool air slithers over my sweaty body, a shiver chasing behind it, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.

  “You cold?” He pulls the blanket over us.

  “Thanks.” I let out a relaxed sigh, closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of our skin together. I really did miss him and didn’t realize how much until he opened the door. There’s also a part of me not willing to admit the craving I’ve had for this type of closeness. Every excuse I make is becoming harder to believe. But what good will come of me acknowledging whatever this is between us? The end of us is coming. There’s no way around it.

  I tilt my head, pretending to adjust, but really it’s to steal a peek at him. His eyes are closed, the features on his face the most relaxed I’ve ever seen. Even with the discoloration.

  “Last time I saw you, you only had one black eye.”

  I don’t miss the pause in his breathing or the tension that pulls at the corners of his eyes and mouth. I know he’s not going to tell me what happened, but I figured I’d at least leave the conversation open for discussion. Still, I can’t help being curious about it. Is this him trying to protect me from something? Or is this him protecting himself?

  “You don’t have to say anything. I’m here if you wanna talk.”

  He doesn't respond. Instead, his hand lightly caresses a pattern along my shoulder; it’s indiscernible to me no matter how hard I try to draw it out in my mind.

  The little movements are calming and relaxing, but the sounds of sex from the other room are increasing in volume, and it’s kind of ruining the mood. I snort, I can't help it. Here we are coming down off our own sex-fueled high while JD and someone else are just starting theirs.

  A high-pitched wail echoes through the house. I panic for a second, wondering if I sound like her, but there’s no way I can make the noise she is. The screech is grating to my ears, causing me to flinch. “Is it just me, or does she sound. . .fake?” I’m trying to be nice, not knowing if he is friends with her.

  The corner of Ryu’s mouth lifts, softening the sharp lines of his face. “She’s just some groupie. He’s not fucking her to please her. He’s fucking her to get off.”

  “Oh, that’s. . .terrible.” His lips turn down like I took offense over what he said. “I meant I feel bad for him having to listen to that while fucking her. Poor thing.” This has him breaking out into laughter.

  I wonder how many women Ryu has been with. I’ve no doubt he’s been with more partners than me, I mean, it’s obvious. No one fucks that good without lots of practice.

  “Groupies know their place. Just the way things are.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  I get it. When you’re around something your entire life, it becomes the ‘norm.’ I’ve grown up with a shitty sperm donor and incubator bouncing in and out of my life for years. Those on the outside looking in probably think the whole situation is messed up, but to me, it’s what I’m used to. Really, I have no room to judge.

  “There’s one question I’ve been wanting to ask.”

  “I’ll answer if I can.”

  “What does the other guy look like?” I tease. “Because your face. . .”

  He grabs my waist and pulls me on top of him. “The next words are going to be how hot I am, right?”

  I giggle and place kisses along his jaw, working my way over to his mouth. “You know you’re hot. But if you like hearing it to boost your ego, then fine—you’re still sexy as hell even with your new coloring.” I brush some of his hair back and away from his face. Exhaustion is etched around his eyes. You wouldn’t know it by just looking at him.

  “‘Bout time for more dye?”

  “I want out.” He blows his cheeks out and stares up at the ceiling.

  My hand stops moving through his hair. The omission came out of nowhere. Cocking a brow, I try to understand what he’s talking about.

  Out?

  Of this town?

  No, that can’t be it. His face is too tight with worry for that to be the reason.

  The club?

  “You wa
nt out of the Fallen?”

  I roll off him, and he follows me, so were lying on our sides facing one another. He bows his head in humiliation. What came out of his mouth probably wasn’t supposed to. I’m not sure what the consequences are if he leaves, but I sense the decision isn’t made lightly. There’s a pit growing in my stomach, whatever is bothering him is weighing heavily on his shoulders.

  “Shit,” he curses under his breath. “Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.”

  “Obviously there’s something on your mind otherwise you wouldn't have said anything. Plus, who am I going to tell? I don’t know anyone besides JD and . . . I’m also leaving soon.” At the last word, he flicks his lids up and pins me with a look I can’t quite get a read on. Whatever it is has my insides rolling with unease.

  He presses his forehead to mine. His breaths are steady, but the sound is masked by the overzealous sexcapades going on in the other room. Arms tighten around me and not in a possessive way. It’s like he’s holding on, scared I’ll run if I find out all his deep dark secrets. He leans back, and I get a good look at the worry and indecision dulling the orange flecks in his eyes.

  “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” His voice is barely above a whisper, and I have to strain to hear him. I wish that chick had a gag on or something. I mean seriously, how convincing does she think yelling out like a deranged banshee is? Ridiculous.

  He rolls back over on his back, and I scoot closer to make sure I hear every word he says. “I’m heading west.”

  My heart jumps up in my throat and beats in a rapid tempo. Swallowing has become difficult. He’s leaving? I blink a few times, processing what he is saying versus how I am reacting. I reel my sanity back in before it goes crashing into a wall of nonsense. I’m leaving, too, so why does it bother me that he is?

  “What’s out west?” I ask, hoping he can’t hear the unintended hurt in my voice. Get it together, Poppy.