They took her. They took what is mine.
I flinched—his voice was louder than ever. I didn’t think I would be able to sleep again if he kept up the screaming. My body felt like it weighed a ton and I couldn’t even begin to think about moving it. He, though, he wanted me to be moving. I breathed in, catching his scent. I didn’t understand why I would, and yet it lingered in my lungs. Like smoke from a cigarette, I kept his scent in my lungs, relishing it.
This was all some sort of horrible dream. It had to be. Not only did I get him back but I lost Audrey. The Dragon had taken over and I wasn’t quite sure I knew exactly what had happened when he had. I was so lost, there was so much pain, and knowing that they had gotten away with Audrey I couldn’t…I couldn’t do anything. I had given up.
That’s right you did, you gave up. I tried to save her. I saved us, and I will save her. Without your help.
It was my turn to growl. I wouldn’t, I couldn’t allow him to take over completely like that again. I had destroyed so many lives—I could remember the blood, and I could remember the lust to kill.
I squeezed my eyes a little tighter and willed those memories to disappear. I lost her.
I felt hollow, there were too many emotions raging in my body that if I didn’t ignore them, create a wall to keep them out, I would surely lose any sanity I had left.
How fickle a thing like sanity was. One day I was a clear-minded, happy man, and then my world was turned upside down. I had become at peace with things I had done in my past, but now everything I had ever done, anything that would lead to the inevitable, came rushing forward.
We’re murderers. It is what we do. All I had left was her, and I will destroy their Clan for taking the only good thing I still had.
That was something I could agree with.
The sound of feet touching the ground made me want to open my eyes to be aware of who was in this room with me. And then a scent filled me that calmed me down to my soul. My muscles went lax, my shoulders loosened, and a long breath slipped out.
My heart started to beat faster and I wasn’t sure why. I clenched my eyes shut tighter but the rapid beating of my heart and my current stationary position made it almost impossible to even fathom that idea. I placed my hand over my heart as if it would slow the rhythm.
“Drake?” Xavier’s voice was gruff, like he had just woken up as well. I didn’t answer because if I did, it would make this real. I would have really have lost Audrey. Xavier came closer, my heart now slamming against my chest, and I tried hard not to flinch.
“How are you feeling?” Xavier’s voice was void of any type of emotion. He sounded like he was asking me business question. I groaned a little as an answer, speaking was too much work. “Do you remember what happened, Drake?”
“No.” I let out in a grumble. I had a feeling he didn’t mean about Audrey. He would surely know that I knew my daughter was stolen.
Stolen from me because you were too weak to keep her.
“Shut up.” I whispered, shutting my eyes. I couldn’t keep his voice out, it was always there. Always reminding me I was a failure. I knew I was a failure. I knew I had lost Coy, I had lost Audrey. And I had lost him.
“Drake…” There was something in his voice, a questioning that wasn’t there before. I wondered if he could tell how I was losing my mind every second of every day. I wondered if he knew I was more Dragon than man.
He wouldn’t care, he doesn’t respect you, he respects me. He took a piece of my heart, not yours.
My heart that had steadied started to race again. Then it hit me— while still painful, the injuries I had endured had lessened. The transfer of our hearts must have helped increase the healing of at least some of the more minor injuries.
“What did you say?” I whispered to my Dragon.
“I said there were things we need to discuss, Drake.” He said my name trying to get my attention, but my mind was stuck. I looked over at Xavier, who shifted uncomfortably. I noticed how he tightened his fist as it started to move upwards. He brought his arm down with careful thought.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I barked watching Xavier, that familiar rage building in my gut. It felt like a release, like it was supposed to be there. And I felt calmer. It felt safer.
“Drake, do you remember Audrey being taken? Do you remember the attack at all?” Xavier pressed on, being all business again. His voice was flat, eyes blank. Everything about him was unemotional.
He is keeping things from you. He doesn’t respect you enough to even tell you, and why would he? You’re weak, you’re pathetic. You would sooner save a life than take it when it is rightfully yours. Mercy is not strength, it’s a weakness. You’re a weakness.
I rotated my neck, and my right eye twitched.
“Don’t you want to tell me how you have half my heart now?”
Xavier didn’t even show his shock; instead he leaned forward and stared at me.
“Dragon.” He stated simply.
“Gargoyle.” The words slipped out almost as a hiss.
“Why are you out? He is not in danger here.” Xavier didn’t back down. His voice remained strong, almost commanding, but not quite. He was authority and I was fighting to get back to the surface.
“He is weak. You would have him over me?” The Dragon’s words were a threat, a challenge.
“You are one and the same. I would love you equally, but I know the man. I love the man.” Xavier moved forward holding my jaw between his hands. I watched, waited for his strong lips to press against mine.
I had been starved for him, for years. I knew the day I watched him leave me for the first time that I wanted him. I wanted him, not just the Dragon like he thought, even though at the time I thought it was wrong to betray Coy so soon. I didn’t want to wait anymore.
Xavier was my constant in that time. I had never seen someone so devoted in my life. He watched over both of us like we were his most treasured jewels. The days that I couldn’t control myself, the days when the Dragon took over, he would take control. He would do what needed to be done, and he had loved us. He had loved all of us. There was no doubt in my mind that Xavier would have given up everything for me. For me and Audrey.
I had been the one to push him away all those times. I had been scared, I had allowed the Dragon to take over and possess what he wanted. I was weak. I feared falling in love with someone else because I would eventually lose them. I always lost what I loved. And if I could have this moment with him, I would take it and cherish it until the end of my life.
Xavier pulled me closer, and I moved forward, unable to resist this anymore—I didn’t want to. He didn’t kiss me lightly, though I would never expect him to. Instead he crashed down onto my lips as he had crashed into my world. His hand moved through my hair, gripping the back of my skull and forcing my neck back as he deepened the kiss. His lips were stone against mine, yet also nothing had felt as soft. When he forced his tongue past my lips, I knew there was nothing quite like this. Immediately my body went to attention, everything in me igniting like a flame coursing through my body. It was life fire.
Xavier urged me on. When he pulled back his tongue, I went to follow but he stopped me by biting my bottom lip. I shifted my lower body upwards. I was grinding the air trying desperately to get closer. To feel his stone body against my own.
Kissing Coy had been pleasant, and never once had it made me feel disgusted, not like with others. But kissing Xavier, living in this moment with him, was passion. It was the only thing that was keeping me from falling over the edge, and also getting dangerously close to a different type of falling.
My heart was racing and I moved my hand up his firm chest. I held back a shiver of delight when his tail moved to wrap its way around my wrist. My hand was over his chest, and his heart was racing as fast as mine. My body was ignited with fire.
Fuck, I wanted all of him.
Nothing is stopping me from taking him. He is mine.
I pulled Xavier closer by wrapping my free hand around his neck and pulling him on top of me. I wanted nothing more than to rip off his shirt from his chest. When he moved his lips down my neck, kissing, and fuck…licking every inch, I couldn’t stop myself. I tore his plain white shirt from the collar down, exposing his stone looking chest. His nipples were dark gray, and the sight made me grow even harder. My hands moved to push off his shirt. When he realized what I had done, he helped pull off the scraps of clothes left and continued his attention at my adams apple.
I felt my dick jerk at the attention he was giving me. I moved my lips so that I could catch his earlobe between my teeth and rolled it. I flicked it with my tongue and loved the deep growl that rumbled through his chest at my care. He lightly nipped at my neck which caused me to go into a rage of passion. I flipped him so that he was beneath me now. I loved the look on his face, a mixture of surprise and anger. He would fight me for dominance here. And I would willingly play and enjoy every moment of it.
Xavier tried to pull me down to his lips but instead I moved to his neck. It was time he got the same treatment as he gave me. He arched his neck when I licked the sensitive skin right below where his ear and jaw met. I pulled in skin and sucked. He groaned against me, his lower half pressing against my lower chest. I would have fun with that in a few moments. I moved to his adams apple this time and placed teasing kisses there.
I moved down his chest slowly, feeling every piece of him. When I arrived at the darkened nipples I licked my own lips and blew against them. He shivered while groaning.
“Drake.” His voice had turned gritty and demanding. Not the pleading I wanted. I closed my mouth around his nipple and rolled the tip with my tongue. Xavier’s breath grew deep and heavy. I pulled away again and blew once more, waiting for what I wanted.
“Drake…” He was growling, frustrated but still not pleading. I moved over to his other nipple and gave it the same treatment, all the while moving my left hand down. I made it past his dick without touching it and cupped him. He jerked violently against my touch, and I smiled.
“Gods…Drake…please…” He sounded a little reluctant but I didn’t mind. I would take what I could get because I was dying to have him. I moved down his chest, and tugged down the sweats he was wearing. I will admit I wished that he was wearing one of the suits he was inclined to wear, but right now none of that mattered. In time I would strip him of his business suits. I would rip them from his body, a thought that only made me grow harder.
Revealing his treasure beneath was like a slice of heaven. He sprung free, ready and primed for me.
“Mine.” I growled taking the head into my mouth and I swirled my tongue over it and around until every part was touched and tasted by me. Xavier moved his hips upwards as if to get more. I wouldn’t allow that. I grabbed his hips and held them down. I stopped and brushed over the slit on the top of his cock. He tried to buck again and I pulled away and growled at him.
“You’re mine; you don’t buck until I allow you.” My voice was practically inarticulate. It had turned too deep, and my chest rumbled. I savored the look he shot me, both anger and desire. His eyes were dark with passion, while his mouth was set as if he wanted to fight me. Instead, I waited until he dropped his eyes and continued my assault.
I took him in as far as I could, all the while cupping his balls and slightly massaging them as I liked it to be done. He was holding back his writhing, I knew, and it made me grow tighter, increased my pleasure. He was mine. I would do to him as I pleased. I moved a little faster on him, all while my other hand was gripping his hips, moving them at the pace I wanted.
His labored breathing hitched when I hit sensitive spots, and I made sure to hit them more often.
“Drake…” There was the pleading tone I wanted, that I craved. I released his hips, allowing him to move with me. He was close, I could see it in the way he moved. Tightening my grip ever so slightly on his balls, I started moving my mouth faster, just enough to give him the push he needed. He let out an almighty roar when he came, and it was a magnificent sound. I growled as I sucked his cock as fast as I could while he pulsed inside of me. When he finished, he lay there for a moment.
“Now, your turn,” he whispered getting up on his elbows waiting for me to come to him. I smiled. Just how I want him.
When I moved up his body, paying close attention to his nipples once more, he growled lightly. It was a growl of pleasure, and I knew he would be ready for more again very soon. I switched spots with him so that he straddled me now, his impressive wings fanned out around us. I felt my own erection pressing between his ass and I rubbed against him. He shuddered, and I growled, rotating my hips and pressing closer. Gods I wanted him, all of him.
Instead he leaned down, his tail now moving up and down my leg, stroking me in a fashion I soon hoped would be elsewhere. When he leaned against me I could feel his own pleasure against my skin once again.
Xavier and I lifted my shirt off, and I waited for him to start. He gave me almost the same treatment on the chest, only his incisors were almost elongated and scraped deliciously against my skin. He paid close attention to my sides, running his hands up and down my abdomen, his nails scratching against the skin.
It was a deep pleasure that wracked through my body as his nails moved to my “V”. I was conscious of the fact that I had not dressed myself in the same sweats that Xavier was wearing, but I was also very aware of how my pants were sliding off my body. Xavier pulled them down, still raking his nails as he went, sending shivers through my body.
I held back the need to pulse under his touch, and waited for him to climb back on top. Instead he moved between my legs, eyes watching my very erect dick. His gray tongue sneaked out from his mouth and drenched his lips. Gods, it was almost more than I could handle, mixed with the darkening of his eyes. I didn’t move, waiting for him to touch me first.
Xavier moved his hands down, and one cupped me as I had him as the other moved to my shaft. His touch was feather light at first, and I realized now that he would always be fighting for dominance here. He was lightly touching me, making me want more, and was going to make me beg this time.
Only I don’t beg. I take.
I placed my hand on the back of his head and forced him down. He latched on to my tip and I bucked into him trying to get farther in. It was like heaven. Coy’s tightness had nothing on how he felt on me. I shut my eyes, keeping my hand pressing firmly on the back of his head. I knew he liked it from the way he moaned, but he wanted to fight me because he kept pulling up too soon.
I felt his teeth scrape against my shaft and I almost lost it then, but when I realized he was clamping a little harder I pulled his head off. I growled and stared at him.
“You bite me too hard and I will bite back.” I waited for his eyes to go back down to look at what was awaiting him. When they did, I released him. He went back to his job as I pumped into him. I didn’t care if I was being rough—he deserved a little harsher punishment for resisting me.
I was getting closer, and he applied a little more pressure. He bit down gently and I knew that I would never be able to last under his assault but I wanted to be in him when I came. I pulled him off. When he gave me a questioning look, I pulled him close.
“I want to fuck you so bad.” I grabbed him and his eyes shut as he let out a satisfied growl.
“Then fuck me already,” he whispered and moved into position. His tail wrapped around my waist and I aligned myself knowing he and I were both ready. I plunged forward and he yelled out in pleasure as I took ahold of him and we pumped forward together.
Nothing had felt so peaceful in my life. I had never felt so free from my problems, thoughts, or even my Dragon before in my life. I could live inside of him and still never have enough.
We came together and it was equal amounts of screams and growls. This was peace. With Xavier, I was home.