Page 67 of Dragon Strife
“Ma!” Jaeger screams out, his voice filled with anguish. “Where’s Ma?”
All I see is red fluid rolling from a large puddle in the kitchen, the island effectively blocking what I know must be Ma. I run in, screaming her name, my boots slipping on the blood pooling along the tile. I fall to my knees, and my phone flies out of my hand, slipping along the floor and sliding under the fridge, but none of that matters, because the beautiful woman who’s raised me as if I was her own, who’s loved me despite the fact that I didn’t come from her, is lying face down in blood. So much blood.
“Oh no, no, no. Ma, please.” My hands slip on the tile floor as the blood oozes up between my fingers, and I sloppily crawl my way toward my mother. Just as I’m turning her around, I hear a shout from Jaeger down the hall.
“This is all your fault, you son of a bitch!” he screams at my father. “My mother was killed in the next room! I could hear her screaming!” he bellows, his words catching on his sobs.
“Don’t be dead, don’t be dead,” I plead and beg, but as her stiff back hits the floor, I see the large slash across her throat, and her eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling.
“V!” Laith’s voice drags me from my nightmare and I struggle to let the images of Ma laying in our kitchen go. “Fuck, Genni!” He’s shaking me, but still, I hear Jaeger calling for Ma, his voice filled with deep depths of despair. The memory fades, but my heart is still swollen with grief in my chest, and a sob escapes me as I try to release the pressure.
Warm lips meet mine, the feel of them so familiar, but the scent all wrong. I sleepily open my mouth under his, and when my tongue comes out to run along his bottom lip, the groan that fills the room isn’t Malik’s.
I open my eyes to see Laith just as he pulls his mouth away from mine. His eyes are filled with worry as he gazes down at me and smooths a hand over my hair. “Sorry, you were screaming for Claire and I didn’t know how else to comfort you.”
I haven’t had nightmares of Claire yet. Usually, it’s Jaeger shooting my father in the head or it’s me in the March’s basement. Tonight, I relived a moment I wish I could forget forever. The nightmares are back because of Jaeger, and no matter how hard I want to fight against them, I was forced to remember for a reason.
I’m all he has left.
Instead of turning over and falling back to sleep, I wrap my arms around Laith’s neck and haul him back down to me. The cold tendrils of the nightmare are still lingering, wrapping themselves around my subconscious, just waiting for me to fall back asleep. The thought of seeing Ma again, in a pool of her own blood, is enough to drive me insane. So when I open my mouth under Laith’s a second time, he doesn’t disappoint.
His tongue swoops in to tangle with mine, dominating and assured. He knows what he wants and he’s not wasting his chance to take it. His body finally drapes over mine and I spread my legs to accommodate his size, swallowing his groan the moment our centers meet and then I internally curse that I fell asleep with his track pants on.
My fingers run up his back, the skin warm and pebbled, and when I press into the pulse at his throat, I find it quick and throbbing. Laith breaks away from my mouth to press his hard cock against my core, the feel of him slight through the large pants I’m wearing. I whimper and lift my ass to bring us closer.
“Who am I?” he growls as he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him as he drives his cock against me again. “Tell me.”
“Laith,” I moan, and then huff in frustration. “I need these pants off.”
“Agreed,” he grunts as he sits up, taking his warmth with him. “But not here in Jaeger’s bed.”
Laith stands and I get a full view of his body from where I’m lying on the bed. He’s wider than Malik, his muscles more dense and toned. Only his body is lacking the scars his brother has. His chest is dark with thick hair and it gives way to a set of abs, the muscles tightening under my perusal. Then a thick strip of hair runs from beneath his belly button and disappears into his boxers, a trail I want to follow with my tongue. Those silk boxers he’s wearing do nothing to hide his large cock that’s standing prominently and demanding to be touched.
“Come on.” He chuckles as he bends down to scoop me up. “If this is continuing, it’s going to be in my bed.”
I nod my consent and I’m lifted into his arms as my body curls into his warm chest. My hand glides over his hardened nipple as I’m carried across the hall, and when I pinch it lightly, he nearly stumbles into his room, kicking the door shut behind him.
A growl works its way up his throat as he tosses me on his bed, his chest heaving and his eyes dark with lust. “Promise me this is for me, not for my brother,” he demands. “If at any point you lose me and think of him, I need to know.”
“I would never mistake the two of you.” I shake my head and burrow down into his bed, letting his scent wash over me.
He gives me a nod, but I can still see the doubt in his eyes. Only time will erase that, and I hope to have plenty more of it with Laith. His thick fingers slip into the rolled waistband of his track pants I’m wearing and he drags them down my legs, revealing my soaked pussy. I’m thankful for not having any fucking underwear.
“You’re so wet, Genni,” he breathes. I stiffen, waiting for the pain the name carries, but nothing happens. I relax as he falls onto the bed, his face landing between my spread legs. “You smell so good,” he moans as his finger trails from my mound and down through my folds. “Can I taste you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips lifting from the bed as his finger finds my clit. “Yes, Laith.”
At the sound of his name leaving my lips, he spreads my pussy open with his hands and snarls into my core. “Say it again.”
“Taste me, Laith,” I repeat his name as I push myself up to my elbows to look at him. “Fuck my pussy with your tongue.”
His eyes burn into mine as he leans forward to flick the tip of his tongue on my clit, pulling tortured groans from us both. I keep a close eye on him as he breathes me in and then leans forward. This time, his tongue is flattened and wide as he drags it from my core to my clit. “Mm,” he husks out. “You taste better than I ever imagined.”
“You imagined it?” I ask as he pushes a finger inside of me. “Fuck, tell me what you imagined,” I pant out.
“It started the night you showed up here at the club.” His voice is like velvet, warm and smooth as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me. “The way you walked into the main room, your hair a tangled mess of waves around your shoulders, and these long legs eating up the space toward the bar. It felt like the first time I truly saw you.” He adds another finger and thrusts deep inside me, making me squirm around the feeling of being stretched. “I remember thinking how beautiful you were,” he admits, then he leans forward and swipes his tongue against my clit. “I wanted you so bad that night,” he breathes against my moist flesh. “And you’re all I’ve thought of since.”
His confession and the way he’s touching me has my pussy weeping around his fingers, my core pulsing as it searches for that euphoric moment. He looks up at me as he flicks his tongue against my clit and grins, the scars on his cheeks becoming more prominent from the lamp that’s on beside his bed.
