I couldn’t stop. Even when the blood sprayed. It took four guys to drag me off him, including Casper.
We were promptly told to leave the party. Threats of the cops being called were thrown about. Pathetic.
“Let’s go, man,” Casper signed. “Now.”
His expression told me there was no room for argument. Since I didn’t want my best friend to knock me out and drag my limp body away, I went willingly. Still, I couldn’t resist one glance back at Noah.
He still stood in the same spot. When our eyes locked, a vicious grin spread across his face. A grin that said so much without a single word. He was far too pleased with himself.
I tried breaking away from Casper and rushing toward Noah. As if he’d anticipated it, Casper firmly gripped my arm. His fingers digging in as he kept me in place. With one simple shake of his head, he shoved me toward the exit.
Noah could have his moment. He thought this was so damn amusing. He wouldn’t think it was so funny when I choked the life out of him and watched the light fade from his eyes.
CHAPTER FIVE
NOAH
My cock was rock hard as I watched Casper drag Dom out of the party. Watching him fight had almost been better than being the one he fought. Almost.
The raw anger that coursed through him. The power of every blow. There was something so goddamn sexy about Dominik Taylor. I fucking hated that. Although my cock seemed to love it.
He wanted me to fight him. I wanted that too. However, Dom wanted it too much. I wanted him to ache for it. Resisting the urge to get violent with him had been a true test of my willpower. It would pay off later.
As I made my way back into the house, I ran into Damon. “Where have you been?” he asked. His golden brown eyes were bloodshot and glassy. Drunk as fuck.
“Outside watching the fights. Have any luck with your redhead?” The music in the house was loud enough to make me raise my voice to be heard.
“Actually, yeah. She and I are going to take off now. Is that cool?” Even in his drunken state, Damon knew something was up with me. “Is everything all good?”
“The Kings cornered me earlier,” I explained. “They wanted some information about that guy we’ve been trying to grab. No big deal really.”
Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Trouble with Dominik? What’s up with you guys anyway? This shit has been going on a long time. Don’t tell me you want to fuck that guy.”
Hell yes I did. I wanted to violently fuck him every way I could imagine. To hear my name on his lips when he came.
Instead of telling Damon any of that, I simply said, “Dom and I have clashing personalities. That’s all. We piss each other off. Considering the history between our groups, that’s probably to be expected. Go have a good time with your hookup. I’ll see you back at home.”
Damon nodded, not questioning me further. “Find anything you like?”
I shrugged. “Nothing special. I’ll make do.”
We parted ways as Damon left the house. I was pretty much done here as well. Deciding to take one lap around in search of a quick fling, I sauntered through the house. The guy who’d been checking me out at the beginning of the night caught my eye.
Feeling my stare upon him, he glanced over. A flirtatious smile lit up his face. He excused himself from his friends, making his way toward me.
“Hey, handsome,” I greeted him, ready to play the game. “How’s your night going?”
“Better now. I was hoping I’d see you again.” His smile was cute enough. He had a preppy vibe that wasn’t what I was usually into, but after tonight, I’d probably never see him again anyway.
Taking him by the hand, I led him upstairs to the bedrooms. When we discovered they were all occupied, we slipped into a bathroom instead. I wasn’t picky.
I’d barely closed the door behind us when he had his hand on my cock, stroking it through my jeans. When he went in for a kiss, I caught a handful of hair at the back of his head, using it to hold him in place. He tasted of alcohol and weed smoke. A sporty scented cologne filled my nostrils. Not quite as satisfying as Dom’s minty male aroma.
Using my grip on his hair, I guided my new friend down to his knees. He hadn’t asked for my name, nor did I care about his. He obeyed my unspoken command, dropping down before me. While undoing my pants, he peered up at me. Unfortunately, it wasn’t him I wanted to see in this position.
What would it take to get a man like Dom on his knees? I assumed he would fight it, preferring to be the one in control. I had no problem being submissive with the right partner. Although I wasn’t sure I’d ever met that person. In situations like this, I liked to take the lead.
Stroking a hand through the hair of the man on his knees for me now, I watched as he sucked my thick cock into his mouth. He didn’t hold back, cupping my balls, playing with them as he sucked me. Not bad. He would definitely help take the edge off.
