Page 11 of Heavy is the Crown
Everything hurts. It’s been a week since Ciaran got me out, and my body and mind are struggling to adjust. My dragon is furious at me, locked deep in his cage again. Always scratching at the lock, demanding he be let back out. But I can’t do it, I can’t let him do whatever he wants. Not when Ciaran risked so much to get me out. No, not risked. He gave so much. He made a deal with his father, one he refuses to tell me about, but I can guess based on his haunted expression when he comes home each night.
Home.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a home, not until now. That physical space where you feel safe never existed for me. Drago was as close to a home as I got until this moment, and I haven’t seen him in years. My heart aches at the thought of my stepbrother. I miss him. Despite him leaving me alone all this time, I still fucking miss him. And I hate myself for that. Hate him for making me fall for him and then abandoning me.And where is he now? You’ve been out a week, and he hasn’t bothered to show up?
I roll over on the wood floor, looking out over the skyline across the river. My skin crawls anytime I get into the soft bed Ciaran purchased for me. The sheets, a silky gray material, feel slimy on my skin. So, every night, I find myself pulling the weighted comforter off the bed and laying myself on the cedar floor to watch the storms break over the city.
“Ciaran gets you a bed, and yet, I still find you on the floor.” The voice burrows into me like a splinter, the sound bothsoothing and painful. I don’t turn my body over, but Drago’s presence fills the room from ceiling to floor. An overwhelming and suffocating feeling. I see his feet come into view and allow my eyes to trace up his body as I roll onto my back. The moment my gaze lands on his face, my breath wooshes out of me.
“You’ve grown up.” My voice comes out rough.
He cocks an eyebrow, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down. More tattoos adorn him, if possible. His fingers, hands, arms, chest all appear to have some type of whirl of ink. His white hair is longer, and his body . . . fuck, his body looks stronger than I remember. My cock rallies to life in my shorts as I remember the feel of him. His eyes rake over me, snagging on each and every scar he can see on my bare chest and arms. They linger on the tally marks that decorate my arms.
Silence settles loudly around us as his gaze burns into me. I slowly sit up, and the weighted blanket falls with a thud to the side as I scoot back, giving him space to sit on my hard bed. He folds himself down, until both our backs lean against the actual bed as we look out the darkened window.
“You have, too,” he says quietly.
I shiver at his voice. “I’ve what?”
Turning, he looks me head-on again, those blue eyes blazing and flashing to gold. “Grown up.”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
A moment passes before, “Neither did I.”
Silence once again encroaches into the room until it’s broken apart by the deep rumble of thunder and a deluge of rain opening from the sky above, filling the room with the echoing sounds of the sky unleashing herself. The wind moving through the open window drags Drago’s scent into my nostrils, and I can’t fight back the groan as my eyes close. The war between how much I still want him and how angry I am at him rages inside.
When I finally open them, it’s to his golden ones blazing in the dark. I’m not sure who moves first, but suddenly, my mouth collides with his, his tongue sweeping into mine. We both groan as he fists my hair, and we lose ourselves in the kiss. Our bodies tangle as he pushes me to the floor, pressing his erection against my own and grinding down.
“Fuck.” He pulls off my mouth, extending a whimper from me, and circles my throat with his hand. “I’ve missed you,rakkaani, so much.” He dives back in, claiming my mouth in a kiss that could shatter the world and remake it all at once. Time loses all meaning, and suddenly, I’m aware of my shorts being slipped off. “Look at me.” Drago’s command makes my dragon purr in his cage, and I open my eyes again to take him in as he leans back and slowly unbuttons his shirt, exposing his defined chest. His pants are next, and I think I might die when his cock bobs free and I find the four barbells pierced down his shaft.
His hand slowly pumps his hardened cock, taking care over the piercings. The smile that spreads across his face is wicked as he pushes two fingers of his other hand into my mouth. My tongue swirls around his fingers, coating them in saliva before he pulls them out and inches down to probe my entrance. My cock jerks at the feel of one finger pushing against the tight ring of muscles. A groan leaves my body as my head falls back at the delicious intrusion, the pain and pleasure mixing together.
“I need you,” I moan. “I don’t care if I’m ready or not. I need you now,” I demand. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve felt anything other than pain and anger that now I feel parched. Like I’ve been standing in a desert, and he is my first drink of water. Ineedto feel him inside me. Need to feel pleasure alongside the pain.
He pushes another finger inside me, giving no warning before he starts to curl them on that little node. “You don’t get tomake demands,rakkaani, did you forget that? I’ll decide when you get me.”
I cry out as his mouth is suddenly on my cock, his tongue swirling over the head and down the shaft. The world is lost to my pleasure. Each time my orgasm is about to crest, he pulls back, until I’m a sobbing mess begging to come. When he pulls his mouth all the way off my cock, I hear the click of a cap and feel coolness spread down my cheeks.
“I don’t need that,” I pant.
He growls low. “I’m not fucking you without lube.”
I feel his head push at the tight opening. I don’t know how to tell him I need pain now. How does one explain to their lover, they need to hurt now to feel good? The burn of his cock breaching me makes me arch up off the floor, and when that first piercing follows into me, I think I’ve gone to heaven.
“You are taking me so fucking good, I wish you could see this. Fuck, your ass is tight.”
I open my eyes and almost come from the look on Drago’s face as he watches his dick disappear inside of me. When he finally bottoms out, I hold my breath, waiting to see his next move. His golden eyes finally lock onto my own. “Going to fuck you now,” he says as he begins thrusting. “Going to claim you like I should have. Because you’re mine. Mine to fucking claim, no one else’s.”
“Fuckyes,” I moan over and over until what he said finally hits me.Claim. The word settles into my core, into the space in my chest that’s been empty until this moment. “Wait,” I start, but Drago keeps going, a relentless pace being set that makes it near impossible to get the next word out. “red,” I whisper.
Everything stops, his powerful body stilling above mine, that word hitting pause to the delirious pleasure I was feeling. His chest is heaving, but he sits back and slowly pulls his hard cock from me. “What is it,rakkaani?”
“You just said you were going to claim me . . .” And it’s all I have to say to see the devastating truth on his face. Because you don’t claim someone you are fucking. You claim a mate. The truth of it settles like dust over me.
I told you,my dragon growls.He is ours.
“You knew . . .” I start but can’t finish. Because he knew I was his mate and fucking left me in that prison to rot. My heart shatters.He didn’t want me. I wasn’t good enough for him.
