Page 13 of Serpentine

Sometimes, I blame him for this mania that lives in me. I blame him for the overwhelming urge to maim when I feel out of control because this is the lifestyle we were brought up in. Even before the Cobras turned into what we are now, we existed. A club of men with dark tendencies and pasts come together to ride and let it all go on the asphalt.

But there was a dark side to the club, even before Dad twisted their mission. One where tire tracks impose across puddles of blood when someone crosses one of them. The younger generation of Cobras were not shielded from murder. If anything, we were bathed in the blood of others to initiate us into what would become of us.

Some blossomed in it, some floundered.

I did a bit of both.

“What were you thinking?” Miles’s voice asks as the death metal on my sound system turns down. I’d been drowning it all out, beating the rage in my veins into the punching bag to leave it there when I was done.

“I wasn’t,” I tell him.

I hadn’t been. I wanted to know she was okay, and they’d left her practically alone in the clubhouse. Unprotected.

It’s not how I want her.

“You’ve got to rein yourself in, Brother,” Miles says, tone softening.

I nod, looking down at my bloody knuckles.

Miles steps toward me and lifts them, inspecting my sullied hands. “This is what she does to you? Already? You don’t even know her, man.”

I try to ignore how his skin feels on mine. In another world, he would feel the same way I do. However, that ship has sailed.

“Do me a favor?” I ask him, looking up through the dark hair that drips sweat in my eyes.

He nods.

“Keep her the fuck away from me.”

He laughs. “Easier said than done when you keep wandering into the clubhouse and looming over her.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m staying here for a while. I need to dig in.” Our term for when I hide away in my lair for weeks, digging in like a tick buried in flesh, sucking the blood from its host.

“If that’s what you need. I’ll have provisions sent to you.”

I nod. “I’m sorry about all this.”

“It’s alright, Brax. I know what came over you. I’ve only been in her presence twice, and fuck...”

“It’s addicting. Be careful. If you play my fuck-up right, you could use her. But, it’s a risk.”

“I’ve got this.”

“Why don’t you let me send someone down, hm? I think Blaze and Sully brought some girls home. They’re all still drinking.”

I shake my head. Thinking of sticking my dick in anyone while I’m in this state scares even me. The restraint it would take not to choke them to watch the light dim is something I don’t currently have in me.

He nods. “Alright then. See you on the other side. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

He rustles my hair as he’s done since we were kids. He’s only two years older than I am, but he thinks he’s ten.

“I will.”

The idea of release hadn’t left my head since Miles mentioned the women in the clubhouse. Even though I don’t want one, I know I need something. I need to come down some. Moving to the spanking bench perched on the right side of my room, I place my fleshlight down on the top of it, using the straps meant to hold a woman’s body down to trap it in place.

I flick open my switchblade and set it down in front of it, eyes on the blade’s glimmer in the room’s red light. Red is how I choose to see everything down here; it is better for my eyes and nerves.

The first stroke of the tight toy over my cock has me seeing stars.