Drakon's Game by Anna Ring

Author:Anna Ring [Ring, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

We didn’t leave for three days. Not that any of us wanted too. I was still tired, waking up every day as though I had run a marathon the night before. Nightmares leaving me running on fumes and all. The black marks under Mason’s eyes that started to form since the bombing of his club were slowly going away. Even Monty was getting better. Days of doing nothing but sleep, watch movies, cook, and eat as a strange, mix of a family helped start to heal all of us. Even Jordan started warming up to Joe. They were actually talking now and on first name basis. Jordan upgraded to Joe from his array of colourful words he christened him. Though most times ended in arguments or Jordan storming off. It was the fourth day now; Mason and I were still in bed. The morning sun had started peeking through the dainty white laced curtains. We never pulled the thick cream blanket like curtain across because we loved waking up to the subtle morning light filtering through the sheer material. Naked as the day we were born, I couldn’t help but admire his body. Large wide chest muscled and heavily tatted. I never spoke of the scars that hid under the ink. I could figure my own childhood scars weren’t far from what Mason would have gone through. He’s got a cluster of small circular ones, some thin and long, some thick. All hidden from the human eye by artwork. He’s never spoken of them. Not once. Sometimes when he’s asleep I would trace them. The muscles in his arms were getting bigger too. He was working out every day, taking his pent-up anger out on the punching bags. No doubt picturing Drakon’s face in the centre.

I leaned over, placing a light kiss on the intricate tattoos on his biceps before I moved up to his chest. I slide my leg over his, the sheet slipping down his waist as I use my foot to move it. I sit in his lap, feeling his warmth beneath my bare core. I bite my lip, holding in a moan as his large, always warm hands slide up my thighs, stopping at my hips when his dark sleepy eyes begin to open.

“You know I love waking up to you naked on top of me.” I smirk, watching his stormy eyes trail down my body appreciatively. I feel him begin to harden beneath me just like he does every morning I climb on top of him.

I lift my hips, giving his big thick member room to grow and lean down, tracing my tongue across his bottom lip. He almost purrs, snatching my mouth in his as our tongues fight for dominance. I always concede in the end, loving when he takes control because he always knows exactly what I want, what I need. He mixes the line of hate fucking and love making perfectly, making tidal waves wash over me everytime. My head goes back, neck baring to him when he adjusts his hips, cock sawing up my clit from the movement.

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