He’s killing me. It’s been four weeks since I’ve been home from the hospital and he still won’t have sex with me. I know he wants it! He’s denying himself, as much as he is me. It’s driving me crazy. He won’t listen to reason, even when I asked the doctor talk to him personally.

Still, tonight is the night. How did I know this? I have a surprise planned for him. I had Dani and Bull taking me out during the day, while Dragon’s been away dealing with Irish. I haven’t asked, but I know whatever is going on is extra hard on him.

I hate my scars and I especially hate that they are a reminder to Dragon of the betrayal by his brother. I hate they make him feel as if he let me down. Because of that, I decided to do something drastic. In the past two weeks I’ve had an outline started by a tattoo artist. It goes from the first gunshot wound and covers my entire right ass cheek, all along my incision and up my back wrapping around my arm. It was a gigantic Dragon tattoo and I love it. I can’t wait to get it colored in.

Today is the first appointment for the shading and I also put a smaller tattoo on my neck which is a simple dragon’s wing that has the word mine, woven into the scales. The dragon’s fire moves up my back over my left shoulder and ends with a plume of smoke on the top of my hand. Inside of that the words: Property of Dragon, rests. Now, I may have gone overboard and I was nervous as heck.

I am also thankful Dragon had been keeping late nights at the shed. Though the reason why sucked, it has helped me keep my secret.

Tonight is New Year’s Eve, and because of everything that had been going on we’d completely missed Christmas. So, I had extra celebrating to do. Dragon doesn’t know it yet, but he will be giving me what I want.

The club is packed, since some of the members from the sister chapter in Ohio are in visiting. I’m wearing a dark red sweater dress that ends just above my knees. It has a turtle neck collar and covers every part of me. I have my black, high heel, fuck-me boots on and my hair is starting to go back to light blonde because I’ve stopped adding the chestnut. I look hot. I know I do. I’m bummed Dani won’t be here tonight to see me in action, but she is spending New Years with her brother.

I watch Dragon from the bar. His eyes are on me. I grab my drink that Six slides over with a wink and take a drink, lifting the cherry out and sucking on it. It’s a lame flirt, and horribly obvious, but it’s working so I climb on the stool, allowing my dress to ride up my thigh.

“You’re playing with fire girl,” Crusher said laughing.

“I hope so.”

“Lucky Bastard. He has no idea what’s about to hit him, does he?”

I look back over at Dragon and he’s watching us so closely. I can practically feel the heat from his gaze.

“I hope not,” I grin and we both laugh, as I take another drink.

“Get the fuck away from my woman,” Dragon barks, catching me off guard. Damn he moves fast.

I watch as Crusher salutes me and walks off, shaking his head.

“That was kind of rude.”

“He was trying to look at your ass. Pull your dress down woman.”

“Dragon, don’t be silly it’s covering everything. If it wasn’t, then I’d be in trouble.”

“Damn right, because I’d spank your ass.”

“You’re always threatening that, but seems like you haven’t delivered on that promise very often. Still, that’s not what I meant. I meant I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“What the fuck?” he growls grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him.

I lean up to whisper in his ear to make sure he’s the only one who can hear me. Though, to be fair, I’m pretty sure everyone knows by this point what I am doing.

“I’m horny, Dragon. I need your cock. I thought if I went commando, we wouldn’t have to waste time and you could just bend me over the bar and fuck me hard.”

“Nicole...,” he groans out.

My tongue darts out to twirl into his ear.

“Please Dragon, take me to our room and fuck me so hard I scream. Make me scream so loud, everyone knows how good you’re giving it to me.”

I reach up letting the long loose sleeve of my dress ride up and reveal my tattoo to him. He grabs my arm and looks at it.

When he reads the tattoo, on my hand, declaring me his property—I feel his hand shake. His thumb traces it and his eyes go deep, intense black. He grabs my drink off the counter throws it across the bar, and into the glasses hanging on shelf that’s on the wall. Several shatter and the clatter of glass is so loud immediately the crowd quiets.

“Out!” Dragon orders, his voice so commanding I think my toes curl. There’s his fire. It’s burning me and I love every minute of it.

It makes me want to purr.

I don’t think the others understand what he is saying because they all just kind of stand around, watching him. I glance around and see several mouths drop open. Dragon’s always so self-contained, that if I didn’t really know him, I wouldn’t have believed it either.

“I said get the fuck out!” he growls again. “Crusher you guard the front door. If anyone gets their ass in here until I’m finished fucking my woman, I will kill them and you. You understand?”

“Yes sir, Boss-man,” Crusher answer, and you can hear the laughter in his voice. “You heard the man! The party moves outside!”

I stare at Dragon while all around us people are doing their best to get out of Dragon’s way. My nipples are hard and I’m already so wet I can feel the moisture on my thighs. He steps away from me and starts stripping while I watch. He doesn’t do it slow either. He’s completely undressed in a matter of minutes—maybe sooner. Then he’s staring at me.

“Nicole? Who told you it was okay for you to mark that skin up?”

“Don’t you like it?” I ask, worried now, because of what he has yet to see.

“Fuck yeah, but I don’t like the idea of some fucker touching your body without me there, Nicole. You get a spanking for that.”

Umm...yikes, now I am nervous about revealing the rest of it to him.

“It was a woman. Bull wouldn’t let Max work on me.”

“Well it appears at least one of my men still has his brains. Time to strip, Mama and don’t you dare act like you don’t want this, after you’ve been begging me for it,” he says stroking his cock slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

God, he looks so damned good, just like that. His hand moving over his huge cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can feel the heat move through my body. I can feel the wetness sliding down between my thighs. My legs grow weak. It’s time and though I’m a little worried, I’m too turned on to resist. I bend down to start with my boots, figuring that will be easier.

“Leave the fucking boots on,” he growls, still stroking his cock.

I lick my lips, seeing the wet, sticky drop on his cock’s head and wishing I could taste it. I take a deep breath figuring I’ve delayed long enough. I grab my sweater dress and pull it over my head, in one quick movement.

His eyes grow hard and he’s staring at the tattoo on my neck. I know he can only glimpse it from this angle. So, I decide to bite the bullet.

“What the fuck did you...”

I turn around and face the bar, pull my hair to the side of my neck and over my shoulder so he can see the complete tattoo.

He makes a sound like an animal. His hand goes first to my thigh—which is the beginning of the tattoo, and travels over my ass and up my back. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back and growls in my ear again.

“Lean over this fucking bar and hold the fuck on because, I’m going to wear your sweet little pussy out.”

“God yes,” I moan, bending over, spacing my legs apart to make room for him. My hands grasp the bar and I hold on tight.

I know what’s coming; I ache for what’s coming.

“That’s it Mama. I hope you’re ready for me because, I’m not waiting.”

“I’m ready Dragon,” I breathe. “I’m more than…”

I cry out in pleasure, as he slams into me. The first stroke is hard and powerful as he sinks all the way in. I feel his balls slap against me. It takes my breath away. It has been so long, and the feel of him is amazing, but extremely tight. I feel so full that it’s on the verge of pain—but in a very good way.

He grabs my hair again, pulling my head back, as he leans over me. His strokes are slower and smoother now, but just as powerful.

“Is this what you wanted, Nicole? Did you need me to fuck you so hard that you will walk crooked for a week?”

“Yes...”

“You belong to me. My mark all over your body, I know what you’ve given me and you’re not fucking getting it back, you hear me, Mama? You’re mine.”

“Forever,” I gasp, as he slams home inside of me, again and again.

“Play with your clit Mama. Do it, I’m close and I want to feel you explode all over my cock before I blow.”

I do as he orders, but I’m so close that with just one touch, I shoot off into the stars. It's intense, and I’m barely lucid when he joins me just moments later.

A few hours later, we’ve finally made it to our room, but I can still hear the party outside. They are probably afraid to come back in. The thought of how Dragon ran everyone out makes me giggle.

“What’s so funny, Mama?”

“I’m happy.”

He leans down and kisses me, his tongue caressing mine, slow and soft, while sucking on it gently. It lacks the ferocity usually involved in our lovemaking, but instead it feels sweet and loving—like he’s savoring our connection. Maybe that’s just what I’m feeling, either way, it is divine.

“I love you, Detroit Dragon West.”

“I love you too, Mama, down to the marrow in my bones. Forever.”

Holy fuck!

I get the words from him that I thought I would never hear and…

I cry like a big baby.

I can’t help it. I knew he did, well mostly I knew. Yet, to actually hear him say the words, does something to me I really wasn’t expecting.

“Forever,” I sniffle and cry harder.

Dragon sits up in bed and gathers me in his arms. His hand strokes softly in my hair and his presence warms me all the way through.

“Forever,” he whispers while he holds me close.

We don’t say anything else, but then again, nothing needs to be said. Nothing at all. In this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt, I am in the one place in this world that I was born to be.

Dragon’s arms.