Chapter Three--Into The Dragon's Lair

It was three days later and Dragon had not seen or heard from Alexa ever since the incident. He knew that she had heard him mentally claiming her as his. He still remembered how warm she felt in his arms before she ran away from him after leaving her mind. He punched the wall in as he threw himself onto his bed and sighed. It was better this way, and he knew it. And it was no wonder she was avoiding him. He had pushed her away from him then walked out on her leaving her in the melted Hell that was once the virtual simulation chamber.

I need to stop fucking lying to myself. She is not mine. She cannot fucking be mine. She never was mine and never fucking will be mine.

A knock on his door drew him out of his depressed reveries. He sat up and put on the first shirt he could find before getting up and opening the door a crack to find a petite, leggy, and very innocent surprise. He looked at her silently, calmly. He had the whole third floor to himself. He turned it into an apartment of sorts. He did not want to be bothered by anyone and everyone was too horrified of him to go near him, so it worked out for everyone. Most people avoided the third floor like The Plague, but here was this new female willingly knocking on his door. He opened the door the rest of the way and moved out of the way to let her into his apartment.

So, this is the Dragon's Lair, Alexa thought to herself.

She sat on the dark blood red leather sofa that was against a midnight black wall. The whole third floor was transformed into a studio apartment with jet-black walls and deep crimson furniture. There was a wall of weapons, some she did not even know the names of, and a wall that was completely filled with shelves of glass dragons intricately painted with swirls of greens, blues, reds, and yellows. The kitchen was made of a refrigerator, sink, and stove. The bright white of the appliances clashing with the rest of the studio and making Alexa relieved for some color that did not make the room seem dismal or dark in any way. The lights suddenly dimmed and Alexa screamed as Dragon, who was across the room a second ago, brushed a piece of hair out of her face. Dragon watched her emotionlessly as she regained her composure and blushed.

"Sit down," he said, making it a demand rather than a request.

Alexa obeyed immediately and sat down. Dragon watched her out of the corner of his eye as he poured her a glass of orange juice and got himself a Screwdriver. Alexa watched him down the drink in one gulp as she slowly sipped her drink. Dragon looked over at Alexa, his eyes dipping to her cleavage, then he lazily looked her over, his eyes resting on her ivory neck. Alexa coughed a little and Dragon quickly turned away, ashamed that he had been eye-fucking the female, so like a China doll; fragile, delicate, His. He moved closer to her, grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him roughly. She gasped in shock and pain as she pressed against his chest. He kissed her softly, tentatively. She moaned softly at the feel and taste of him. Dragon moved closer to her, his erection pushing against his pants as his couch caught on fire.

"SHIT," he yelled as he pulled her off the couch and held her close to him as he made the flames vanish quickly, making sure not to char the couch in the process.

I just fucking cockblocked myself…fucking great. Just wonderful.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Alexa whispered, voice filled with lust.

"Why not?" purred Dragon in her ear as he pulled her closer to him, his erection digging into her leg.

"I-I've never…"

"I could change that," he whispered, slowly running his fingers down her cleavage, making her shiver in pleasure.

"Attention all Mutants, this is Not a drill. I repeat this is Not a drill. We need all of you in the meeting room immediately," Beast's calm, yet powerful, voice proclaimed over the intercom for all the Mutants in the house to hear.

"Let's go," Dragon said, taking Alexa by her hand and leading her out of his room to the meeting room.