Dragon
Three wars, thirty-four years, three hundred and fifty deaths in any case nothing was able to prepare my heart for this shit, everything that this woman in a few weeks started to occupy inside my mind. I feel like a teenager in love and this sucks, she awakens totally new feelings that were once non-existent, her small body nestled against mine, a disproportionate but perfect ensemble.
Short dark hair spread across the pillow like a painting, she could be renaissance art. I put my nose to her neck, laughing at the soft moan she lets out, absorbing the sweet scent, praising every one of her scars that makes her so powerful, that's what Diana is.
Powerful, all the shit she's survived, the desire for revenge that makes her so wild, the delicate look in her eyes every time she notices my care for her body, her cheeks reddened with anger or desire.
I want to be hers and hers alone, and it hurts.
I feel like my chest is being crushed by emotions, I squeeze his body a little tighter without an ounce of will to get up. I want to give her everything and if I could I would give the world together if she wants revenge I'll hold every bastard for her to have the pleasure of killing Just the fucking thought makes my dick ready for another I want to see the beast my little woman hides, fucking exciting for a war animal like me.
I run my hand slowly over her body feeling all the nuances of the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully.
I turn to look at the time on the bedside clock.
I get up going to the bathroom, letting the hot shower water run down my back clearing my thoughts.
She has me in her hands and doesn't even notice.
I huff, washing my hair, brushing my teeth, taking in the wild look of wet hair and slightly longer beard than usual.
I leave the bathroom, wasting a few more minutes watching the peaceful way he sleeps, I hear the knock on the door knowing it's time.
I grab a pair of jeans, cover her body with the sheet and leave the loft.
Finding my brothers waiting in the third-floor lobby, Cade offers me a cup of coffee I've taken in thanks.
"I'm ready to kill some wyverns." Lucky as usual opens his mouth first.
I remain silent, I cannot ask my brothers to fight for me.
I sit on the edge of the black couch in silence, Diana isn't going to have my brothers' trust anytime soon and even though I'm in the throes of her, I'm not going to act like it doesn't matter because it does. These men have lived the worst moments of their lives and my life, they protect my back and now I am not able to give an opinion or choose for the simple fact that she got a place next to them in my heart.
— Sergeant Brian Johnson! - I jump up noticing the eyes on me.
“What the fuck Darkness!
“Brother, we're going to help your wife. – I look at Cade who won't even let me talk – It's no use saying it's because of you, you're not asking, we're informing you.
I put the cup on the counter, huffing and running a hand over my face.
“We're in this together Dragon.
I look at my brothers each showing they care enough to risk their own necks for something that isn't even theirs.
"It's been a while since we've had any fun, I'm going to love to weed out some idiots." - Darkness speaks with a smile, Demon and Lucky don't make a point of hiding their excitement.
Tip and Cade seem to want my approval, scrutinizing my movements.
“Then let's shed blood. – I finally made the decision, seeing the smile on my brothers' faces.
“God have mercy on them, because I wouldn't have any. Cade's psychopath flashes a huge, toothy grin.
I start to laugh, for a moment I thought they wouldn't get involved in this, but as always my brothers are here for me, as I will always be for them.
I hope the bastards who dared to hurt my little one know how to run, for I am passionate about the hunt.
I smile starting to talk to the brothers about what she said, I ask Tip to go get her sister and that friend, we need to talk together to know how to act.