The calloused fingers of his free hand find one of my sore, recently pierced nipples. He’s not gentle at all. I cry out as he tugs on the metal piercing to the point I wonder if he’ll rip it out.
The pain mixes with the pleasure coursing through my veins, dizzying me. Tears prickle at my eyes because it hurts, but my balls grow tighter with the need to come. It’s confusing, but I love the pandemonium inside me right now.
“You want me to hurt you,” he murmurs, hot breath tickling the side of my neck. “Admit it.”
“I don’t.”
“Liar.”
He twists my nipple and it hurts so fucking badly, I nearly black out from the pain. The throbbing in my balls is like a defibrillator to my heart, shocking me out of my stupor and reminding me I am a liar as he says.
I love this.
Every nerve ending screams at me, reminding me I’m alive.
“You’re a sadist,” I accuse, my words soft and breathless and not at all hateful. “You get off on hurting me.”
“And you get off on the pain.”
To punctuate his words, he bites on my earlobe and thrusts hard. At this rate, I won’t be able to walk for a week. He’s going to rip me in half in his attempt to climb inside me and dig his evil claws into the soft parts of my heart.
And I don’t care.
I want it. Crave it. Fucking need it.
His breath tickles my ear as he murmurs, “Mine.”
I’m a bomb. I detonate without warning, a ragged cry of pleasure ripping from my throat. Semen jets from my throbbing dick, soaking both of us. My ass clenches with each pulse of cum that spurts out of me. It must feel good for Dragon because he’s a bomb too.
Nuclear.
Obliterating.
World ending.
The guttural growl that leaves him imprints itself on my every nerve ending and stamps itself on my soul. It’s a sound entwined with such a spectacular feeling I’ll never ever forget it. It’s a part of me now. This moment. The two of us destroying each other in the best possible way. An annihilation of the men we are and creating something new, unknown, otherworldly.
When my bedroom comes back into focus some time later, Dragon is no longer inside me, but more of a tattooed monstrous blanket gifted from the bowels of hell. I could snuggle under it forever and be completely content.
What does that say about me?
I’m just as fucked up as he is, apparently.
“I have shit to do,” Dragon mutters, his lips barely moving as they rest against the side of my neck. “You going to be okay?”
Irritation chases away my post-coital bliss. “I’m a grown-ass man. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Cool it with the bitchiness, BP. You know that shit turns me on and your ass is going to be sore for a few days. Trust me.” He winces just a bit, but I notice.
“He was the first to be with you that way?”
Dragon tenses before rolling away from me and onto his back. A muscular arm rests over his eyes as though he can hide from me. Everything about him screams violent monster who can handle himself, but in this moment, he’s hiding. Afraid. Ashamed. It stokes an inferno of hatred I have for Night Giant. For someone to still have such a hold on the most powerful person I know is mind-boggling.
“The first of many,” Dragon clips out. “Never again.”
Reaching for him, I gently drag my fingertips over his sculpted abs. “Not even for me?”
His lips press together in a firm line as every muscle in his body goes taut. “I have shit to do today. I can’t lie in bed all day playing games.”
“We’re not a game, Dragon. We’re an inevitability neither of us can seem to ignore.”
I shove his arm away, needing to see his intense green eyes. When they finally latch onto mine, my heart stutters in my chest. Vulnerability shines in them, flickering like two fading stars in the sky.
“Would you?” I press on, needing to know there’s more to this thing between us than just the sex itself. I crave his trust.
“I have to go.”
“Dragon…”
“I said I have to go.”
“Just answer—”
“Batman.”
I gape at him, shocked that he’d use his safeword for this. But the panic in his eyes that dart everywhere but at me tells me all I need to know. Being with me, a man, is his way of trusting me. Me asking to flip the roles is too much for him. A weak spot that he’ll die to protect.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his chest where his heart is. It’s an intimate move, but I feel as though I need to comfort him since I’m the one responsible for forcing his safeword out of him.
“I’m going to shower and then meet up with Copper. I’ll see you around.”