Page 239 of Outlaws of Tulsa

He shoots me the bird and I laugh.

Human. Cove makes me feel human for the first time in forever. If he thinks I’m letting him go anytime soon, he’s just as fucking insane as I am.

Because I’m not.

Ever.

He tastes like syrup. We managed to inhale a few frozen waffles before I dragged Cove back to his bedroom. Now, I have him half-naked and my tongue down his throat. Voices and laughter can be heard beyond the door, meaning Church is over, but I don’t care about that shit. All I care about is this.

Getting Cove naked and beneath me.

I drag my fingers over his hard abs as I kneel in front of him. His breath hitches when I jerk down his jeans and boxers, freeing his erection. He’s not as thick or long as me, but his dick fits his smaller frame. It’ll still taste good as I try to swallow him whole. A whimper bubbles out of him. I lick the underside of his shaft, making him whimper some more.

“Dragon,” he croaks out, his fingers tangling in my messy hair. “Fuck. That feels so damn good.”

I tease my tongue around the crown, avoiding the bead of pre-cum at the tip. I’m saving my treat.

“I like the way you smell,” I murmur, nuzzling my nose against his trimmed golden-blond pubes. “I can’t get enough.”

Trailing kisses along his length, I make my way back to the tip and lick off the salty goodness. Hungry for more, I slide my lips around his thickness and suck him deep. He cries out, the hold on my hair tightening. I grip the globes of his ass, pulling him closer and urging him to fuck my greedy throat. It takes all of three seconds for him to get the idea. Then, without warning, he starts thrusting hard, chanting my name like a fucking prayer.

Wrong god, baby.

Nothing but darkness and violence and evil here.

His dick slides down my throat like it belongs there. A perfect fit. I hum in pleasure.

“Jesus,” he groans. “Do that again.”

Revving my throat like a fucking Harley, I let the vibrations enter the equation. He loves it because he starts fucking my throat with abandon. It burns and bruises, but I want the violence of it. A roar crawls out of him, echoing in the room as his cock begins pulsating. His seed, hot and plentiful, gushes down my throat. I swallow, gulping it all down until he’s spent and his dick slows its twitching.

“Lube,” I bark out as I pull away, lifting my gaze to meet his.

He’s wrecked. Pink cheeks. Parted lips. Eyes closed. A smile tugs at my lips as I rise to my feet. The urge to touch him overpowers the need to fuck him. At least, in this moment. I cup his cheek in my palm, running my tattooed thumb over his pillowy lips. Blue eyes snap open, snaring me with such an intense stare I can feel it in deep, shadowed parts of my soul. A little warmth for the chilly darkness.

“Did you like that?”

He nods, leaning his head into my touch. I don’t know if he realizes it or if it’s involuntary. Regardless, I like the way he responds to me. Like he can’t ignore the overwhelming need any more than I can.

“I’m going to fuck you, Cove. Tell me you want this.”

His brows crash together. “Do I have a choice?”

I pull back, ice chasing away the heat. I’m dragged back to the past. When Night Giant commanded me like a dog and I fucking obeyed like one. Because of that motherfucker, I did things I don’t want to think about.

This is why I’ll never be able to see my family again.

Cove knows what I’ve done and can barely put up with me. But my family? They would be horrified and disgusted. They would hate the man I’ve become—

“Dragon.”

Arms wrap around me from behind, hugging me and immediately snuffing out my inner hatred. His palms caress my abdominal muscles before sliding into my sweats, seeking out my dick that has begun to soften. All it takes is a few expert strokes over my length to have me hard and needy again.

“Sometimes I’m an asshole when I don’t mean to be. It’s a defense mechanism.” His words are spoken softly against the skin on my back. “I’m sorry.”

“What Night Giant made me do…” I grit out. “Your sister—”

“I know,” Cove interjects. “It was a low blow. We haven’t done anything I haven’t been one hundred percent on board for. I shouldn’t have said that.”

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