Page 11 of Driven By Dragonblood
Less than forty-eight hours until I could walk out of here a free man.
My new roommate snored like a madman, keeping me from that rest Doc Holliday had insisted I get. But even without the man enjoying his slumber beside me, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep.
Energy-like vibrations lighting up my body had plagued me all day and still caused twitches to wrack through me. I swore wings stretched beneath the skin on my back, ready and willing to burst from my muscles and bones in order to get me the hell out from behind these bars.
Yessss.
My mind was fucked, just like Gramma’s had been—no fucking doubt.
Problem was, I didn’tfeelmad. Rational in every other way, I struggled to make sense ofhim, the thing inside me that loved to whisper mischievous ideas, naughty thoughts about the opposite sex, and other tempting shenanigans that always ended up getting me into trouble.
I punched my pillow and groaned as my cock took interest in who the hell knew what. When my beast side was in the mood to fuck, my body responded. Horny fucker didn’t care which hole a female offered release in, but neither of us had yet to find real satisfaction nutting inside someone.
Blessed with my asshole father’s good looks and my mother’s smile, I didn’t have any trouble getting laid—another of the reasons my parents had sent me off to an all-boys school. Couldn’t lock my cock in my pants when it lusted to dip into a slick, tight pussy.
At least I’d learned to keep the voice to myself. Not sharing his inner mutterings aloud had kept me pretty much on the safe side for years. It was the damn joint I’d shared with a couple of friends my sophomore year that had landed me on a ledge, high as a fucking kite, sure I could fly like one, back in January.
At least my heart still beat, and I now had a chance to navigate my way through this life.
If I could get some damned sleep!
I clenched my eyes shut, wishing the snorer on the bed behind me would shut the fuck up already. His mouth rumbled on every inhale—and exhale. Growling, I squinted at the clock. 12:10 in the goddamn morning. Soon, I wouldn’t have to put up with shitty roommates, shitty food, and this shitty mattress anymore, never mind the lumpy pillow beneath my head.
A shiver licked over my skin, and my cock bobbed as though someone had feathered their fingertips along its length.
“The fuck?” I grumbled quietly, grabbing myself beneath the sheet.
The hospital preferred we sleep clothed, but fuck that. I couldn’t stand restrictions while I lay in bed. Resting wouldn’t be an option until I blew the load simmering in myballs, though, so I stroked, wondering at the unusual abundance of pre-cum easing my movements. I’d always been a leaker, but holy shit, the oozing from my slit made for one delicious glide up and down my shaft.
Blonde hair and caramel-colored eyes…
Grinning, I dove into my favorite fantasy, imagined my golden goddess on her knees, mouth wide open, begging for my cock on her salivating tongue. One night with her, and I would be ruined for life.
Own.
Breed.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I groaned, fucking up into my fist at the thought of doing both to her.
There would be no more countless, faceless women clutching at me while I rocked their worlds. My golden goddess would be lush, curves for days, perfect for plundering with my insatiable cock.
Sweet on our tongue.
Tight around our shaft.
“Fuck…”
My balls seized, and I shot my load down her imaginary throat—into my waiting hand. I breathed heavy from hardly any exertion and muttered a few curses. I’d never shot off so damn quick in my life.
Tingles still raced over my skin for the fiftieth time that day, but not the creepy ant-like feels a lot of my fellowinmatesexperienced. Didn’t mean the docs hadn’t tried to force meds on me like the others when I’d first arrived. I’d been medicated unwillingly before, and those were the times Ididfeel mad.
The lack of that being’s presence in my head wasnotnormal.
One arm thrown over my forehead, I rolled to my back, my softening dick and a shit ton of spunk in my other hand. Iwould leave a nice mess on my sheets for housekeeping, but I didn’t give a fuck. It was what they were paid for.
Another wave of…whatever the fuck it was, slid along my body, pulling my eyelids open. I peered through the dark at the barred window on the other side of my noisy-assed roommate. Hardly any moon hung in the sky, so pure darkness coated the inky expanse beyond.
She’s leaving.
