Page 216 of Outlaws of Tulsa

The door handle jiggles, making me jolt in surprise.

“What?” I bark out.

“Shower.”

Dragon’s deep, irritated tone sends a shiver rippling down my spine and wrapping around to my groin. Just like that, all resolve flies out the window. With a shaky hand, I unlock the door and face off with the dragon. His nostrils flare and I swear I can imagine smoke coming from them. The blood is stillsplattered on his skin where he didn’t even bother to try and clean it off at the shop.

I take a step forward to move past him, but he’s already shoving inside the small space with me. He slams the bathroom door hard enough everything rattles in the motel room, including my teeth. Green eyes bore into me, fixating on my parted lips for a beat before raking down my naked chest. The heat of his stare on my newly pierced nipples has my dick once again betraying me.

“You killed him.” I’d meant my words to come out as an accusation. Something to remind him he’s a monster. Instead, they’re soft and almost awe-filled. Shame licks at my skin, painting it crimson with each shallow breath I take.

“He touched you.” His words are sharp like his blade, slicing through me in an unapologetic way. His words expose parts of me I’ve been trying to keep hidden.

Loneliness.

Despair.

The ache to be loved and needed and adored.

Despite my sane brain telling me to run, I turn my eyes from him and grab a clean washcloth from the shelf by the sink. Once I’ve wet it and wrung it out, I meet his penetrative stare in the mirror. The heat of his body burns into my back as he steps close enough I can feel his erection against my lower back. He rests his chin on the top of my head in an oddly affectionate gesture that has my heart flip-flopping in my chest.

My breath catches when his bloodstained hands skim over my abs but not touching me. The hairs stand on end, begging to be stroked by him. Rather than touch me, he hovers them up toward my pectorals. The metal of my piercings burns as though he’s heating them in a supernatural way.

Because I’m an idiot, I press my ass against his hard dick, simultaneously hating and loving the thrill that rides throughme at the thought of having him inside me. He doesn’t touch me, even as I continue to push him back with my body until his back hits the wall behind him. Then I swivel around to face him. His arms drop to his sides and he watches me with a hunger so ravenous it’s dizzying.

Nick was always horny to get his dick sucked, but he never once looked at me like this. Like he wanted to bite every inch of flesh on my body. I crave to be bitten.

To keep from dropping to my knees and worshipping this unhinged beast of a man, I focus on scrubbing away the blood speckles on his face. I’m careful not to meet his stare that’s still flaying me open. My heart is beating double time in my chest as I clean away the evidence of his rage.

He touched you.

His reasoning was so simple. As though it made perfect sense. Like it was his duty to protect me from the wickedness of the world. I haven’t forgotten that only a few short months ago, he was part of that wickedness and had Stormy not intervened, I may not be here to tell the tale. I could have ended up like Wex at Dragon’s vicious hands. But, despite what happened back then, it can’t erase the way he makes me feel right now as he regards me with such intensity and those words are repeated back to me over and over again inside my head.

He touched you.

Once his face is clean, I scrub at his neck, fixated on the way the dragon inked there appears to move and breathe.

“I want to suck your dick,” he murmurs, chasing his words all the way to my neck where he inhales me.

My body turns to stone and I choke out a, “N-No.”

“I didn’t say I was going to. I said I wanted to.”

Because that makes all the sense in the world.

He continues, his words like soft caresses on my skin. “You don’t understand, Baby Prospect. Ever since…” He trails off andthen his fingers bite into my jaw hard enough I cry out. Slowly, he brings his face to where it’s peering down at mine, our noses barely touching. “Ever since they took me, I’ve been broken.”

“You’ve had sex,” I blurt out. “Not too broken.”

“With your sister,” he reminds me, his words dead and unfeeling, though lashing at me like a whip.

So I whip back. “And Night Giant.”

Why must I poke the bear? Or the dragon in this case?

I swallow down my unease, steeling my nerves against his intimidating presence. “You didn’t want it, though.”

“Smart kid.”

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