“I want to see you.” He mumbled while Drakon made short work of his pants, and within a few minutes, Dean was completely naked, standing before this adonis and shaking with the need for him.

  "Soon, baby, but first, I want to touch you and taste you." Drakon slipped off his leather vest and tossed it over with the remains of Dean's clothing. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos that were so masculine and hard. Dean leaned forward and took Drakon's left nipple into his mouth, tasting and agonizing over the sheer headiness of the act.

  Drakon cupped the back of his head, pressed him closer, and let Dean taste and caress for a few seconds before moving him back and sticking his thumb into Dean’s mouth, eager mouth. Dean sucked on the appendage, desperate for more of this man.

  He felt Drakon take hold of his hard, throbbing cock and gave it a good squeeze sending Dean immediately over the edge. He couldn’t stop the release as he came fast and hard. Drakon held him and stroked him until completion.

  "I'm sorry." He said, embarrassed at his lack of control.

  “Nothing to be sorry about. I like your enthusiasm.” Drakon assured. “I will have you coming many times before the night is over.” His tone was pure sex, and Dean swooned under the spell. The man knew just what to say to make everything right. Drakon held tight to Dean with one arm and opened the fly of his tight leather pants pulling the sides apart and freeing his anxious large cock.

  Dean continued to spread needy kisses to Drakon’s chest and shoulder. Drakon pumped his cock a few times and then took Dean’s hand and wrapped it around his hard length.

  “Touch me, baby.” He said, pressing his lips to the side of Dean’s head.

  “Touch me.” He repeated. Dean caressed him vigorously and then set a rhythm of steady strokes. He found his need was building with each touch and every kiss.

  "I need more, baby, I need you." Dean dropped to one knee and was about to take Drakon’s length down his throat, but Drakon pulled back.

  "Open your mouth." He said, and Dean opened his mouth, eager for the fullness of his hard, leaking cock.

  “Close your eyes and clasp your hands behind your back.” He continued with instructions, and Dean did not hesitate to follow. Drakon ran the head of his cock across Dean's lower lip, spreading the small droplet of seed along its length. Dean stuck out his tongue and enjoyed the sweet, spicy zest.

  “Let me have you.” He begged for satisfaction, and Drakon placed the head of his cock inside, letting Dean explore it with his tongue and suck gently. Dean wanted it all, but he had to follow Drakon’s lead and do as he was told, or else this amazing night might end way too soon.

  He felt Drakon bury his fingers in his hair, taking hold and taking control of Dean's movement. He slowly slid his massive cock further into Dean's mouth, filling him full. He then pulled out and slowly slid back in and stayed still for a few seconds pumping his hips and bouncing the head of his cock off the back of Dean’s throat.

  Dean pressed his lips and sucked hard, trying to hold onto the beast, but Drakon pulled out and then thrust inside again. Drakon held Dean's head, preventing him from taking over the thrusts, which pushed Dean to the edge of madness. Dean felt the saliva mix running from the corners of his mouth and dripping from his chin, and the evocative picture it presented made him so hard that it hurt.

  “Open your eyes.” Dean opened them and looked straight up at the fantastic object of his explosive desire. Drakon was looking down at him, his hair in his face and his eyes filled with lust and need. It was stunning; he was sex personified, and then he plunged inside hard and fast. Dean choked a little but took it all in. That was followed by several hard, rapid thrusts, and the room was filled with pants and groans and a few gags but mostly with the scent of pleasure and fulfillment.

  Dean had never felt so much so intensely, and he wanted to experience everything that Drakon had to offer. He was there for it and ready to give this man anything he asked for.

  The thrusts sped up, and if Drakon wasn't holding him, he was sure his head would be bobbing back on his shoulders. Drakon slammed inside, held himself there for a moment, and then pulled out and stepped back. “Don’t stop.” Dean pleaded.

  "Give me your hand." Dean reached up with his right hand, and Drakon pulled him to his feet. He then grabbed a piece of Dean's shirt and used it to wipe Dean's mouth and chin. Then he kissed him hard and deep, using his tongue in much the same way he'd used his cock. Dean was in his glory, loving every minute of this brazen encounter.

  Drakon continued the plundering kiss and grabbed Dean’s ass with his left hand and squeezed the supple cheek pulling it to the side and baring his tight hole. Drakon sunk his middle finger inside, pressing as deep as he could before pulling out. He then added his index finger and pushed both inside, stretching the tight ring. Dean felt the pinch and the pain but also felt the crazy rush of sensations that made everything amazing.

  "I'm going to fuck you, baby, and fuck you hard. I want this body, every part of it, and I want you, Dean.” His voice was raspy and rough. He cupped the side of Dean’s face and pressed him to his chest. He then slid his thumb back inside Dean’s mouth while he ravaged his hole with his skillful fingers.

  Dean sucked forcefully on Drakon’s thumb and fell into the extreme that overtook his senses. His cock was so damn hard he couldn’t take it much longer, so he began to rub himself against Drakon's leather-clad thigh, trying to find relief.

  "Yes, baby, yes, that's it.” He let him thrust several times, seeking his release, but just as he was about to hit the edge, Drakon pulled his fingers free and grabbed Dean's cock at the base and squeezed hard, cutting off the impending climax and forcing the fervor back once again and placing Dean in a state of near sensual insanity.

  “Let me finish. I need to finish." Dean whined and took hold of Drakon's thumb again, sucking hard and trying to find satisfaction, but it was just beyond his reach.

  "Easy, my love. Soon, I will give you what you desire." This was pure torture and pure excitement. Drakon released him and stepped back to kick off his boots and remove those soft leather pants. Dean watched in passionate amazement at the body that stood before him, so perfect, so sculpted, and so fucking hard. This man was everything he ever dreamed about and so many things he hadn’t even thought of. He was an ideal specimen of male sexuality in the flesh. He was a walking wet dream.

  “On the bed.” He ordered. “On all fours with that gorgeous ass facing me.” Dean hopped onto the bed and got into position. “Head down and arms stretched out in front of you. Now grab the blanket and hold on.” Dean could hardly breathe, waiting for whatever Drakon was going to put him through and wondering just how great it was going to feel.

  He pushed Dean’s knees further apart and pulled him closer to the edge. Drakon was going to take him standing. What a decadent image came to mind, and Dean felt himself blushing. Drakon plunged three fingers into Dean’s hole and continued to stretch him, preparing for penetration.

  He had nearly his entire hand inside him, plunging as deep as possible and stretching his tight muscle to accommodate Drakon’s large, thick cock. The pain was building, but with it came a passion and a desire that was unquenchable. Dean glanced back over his shoulder at Drakon’s massive cock. He had never taken one so large, and he trembled with excitement at the thought of how it was going to feel.

  Drakon held his hips, and Dean thought he was about to thrust inside when he felt him bury his face against Dean's red and heated hole. His body shook with the realization of Drakon's tongue lapping at the edges of his hole and then plunging inside, licking and sensitizing the tender flesh. This was brand new, and Dean was gasping for breath at the sheer intensity of the act.

  Drakon pulled the cheeks apart, stretching Dean's hole wide as he ate away at his control and reserve. This went on for several minutes until Dean's knees became weak, and his trembling was pervasive. Drakon straightened up and gave Dean's ass a sharp slap and then rubbed the pain away, and then he did it again and again rubbed the pain away.

  Dean had been spanked before, but this was new. It was measured and calculated for exact pain and pleasure. He found himself moaning and biting the blanket to control the screams that wanted to come forth. Another slap hard and sharper, and then another and another. He felt his ass getting tender and hot, and every touch now was amplified.

  “You are so beautiful, all glowing and hot. My delicate little beloved." He felt teeth on his right butt cheek and experienced a quick pinch. He bit him, and then he bit the other cheek. He was completely overwhelmed by rapid-fire sensations, and all he could do was tremble and moan.

  "I'm taking you now, my love." He said and abruptly slammed inside, stretching Dean’s hole so tight it made his toes curl. His cock was gliding in and out gently and slowly, aided by a thick coating of lubricant, and just when Dean was lulled into a rhythm, he slammed inside again hard and fast, stretching him full, and then he pulled out and did it again.

  Drakon picked up speed, plunging inside, slamming inside, and holding Dean in place. His body was being pounded in the very best way possible. He rolled his head to the side and groaned, overcome by the rumble of wild feelings rushing through him. He’d never felt like this before. “More Drakon, more.” He cried, needing to bring this to its peak. He needed to let go.

  Dean gripped the blankets hard when Drakon plunged inside and roared, holding Dean's hips in a death grip and pumping stream after stream of hot seed deep inside, filling him full. Dean exploded at the same moment, his cock releasing every pent-up drop spraying the blanket beneath him. The climax was all-consuming as his entire body shook, and his breath caught and held.

  What he didn’t expect but should have was the bite. Drakon jerked Dean up and wrapped his arms around him, and sunk his teeth into Dean's neck, puncturing the skin and sucking hard.

  The feeling was beyond what he'd experienced so far. It was an all-encompassing thrill and a sense of out-of-body awareness that culminated in Dean coming harder than he'd ever come in his life. The explosion jolted him and caused a full-body spasm. In the end, his heart was hammering out of his chest, and his breath was rapid and shallow.

  Drakon slowly and with great gentleness licked the area until the tenderness subsided, and an interesting sensitivity took its place. “Oh, my god, I am completely shredded.” He panted out the words while his body still trembled and jerked as he came down from the most intense lovemaking of his life.

  He noticed that Drakon, too, was breathless and spent. He held him fast, pressing him snugly against his chest. "You are mine, my love, all mine." Dean felt a sudden flurry of kisses across his shoulder, and then he was lifted into Drakon's arms. He felt like a precious princess, a treasure, even as he was held with what felt like tenderness and love.

  Drakon removed the comforter that was covered in the remains of their lovemaking and dropped it to the floor. He then pulled back the blankets and placed Dean on the lovely, crisp cotton sheets. They felt like heaven against his heated flesh. Drakon extinguished the lamp and slid into bed beside him.

  “This is so nice.” Dean couldn’t help commenting on the princess treatment.

  “Nothing is too good for you, my beloved.” Drakon gathered him into his arms, and they fell asleep.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Dean was the object of all his desires. He was his perfect match and his forever lover. The bond was set, and Dean seemed keen to pursue whatever the future might hold. He was now the vampire’s beloved claimed and marked.

  Years of meaningless sex and shallow relationships culminated in this evening of extraordinary pleasure and intense, exhilarating thrills. Just the sheer presence of the man now lying in his arms was all it took to make his body ache for satisfaction and beg for completion.

  The initial glamour he used loosened Dean’s reserve and opened his mind to the supernatural. Dean was wide awake and well aware of who and what was claiming him and why. The process of the open mind worked so much better than trying to explain the paranormal to a human with no clue that the world was much bigger than he realized. The glamour allowed the individual to experience the truth in real-time with understanding and acceptance.

  The glamour did not take away his free will. Dean could have shut this down at any time. It simply allowed him to see Drakon for what he was and to take in the experience with a full understanding of what he was committing to. Dean never wavered for a second he saw, and he still demanded more and faster. Drakon smiled with the joy of a man who had found the prize that was the focus and center of his existence.

  His little blonde headed baby sleeping so sweet and peaceful in his arms held the ultimate power over him. This man he would love and cherish above all others and his happiness and comfort would forever come first in Drakon’s heart.

  Dean started to come awake around six and Drakon made sure to keep him tucked up tight in his arms. He wanted to make sure Dean was clear as to his place in Drakon’s heart.

  "You let me stay all night," Dean whispered.

  “You know who I am, and you know where you are," Drakon spoke slowly, making each word perfectly clear. "Your place is by my side.” He heard Dean’s nervous intake of breath and wondered what he was thinking.

  "Yes, I know what came over me, the feelings that flooded my heart and the visions that pervaded my mind. I know who you are, and I know where I am.” Dean laughed nervously. “The awareness that overtook me and the clarity with which I moved forward caused my world to tilt just a little, but it didn’t frighten me." He paused, and Drakon waited for him to find the words to express himself. He wasn't afraid, and he wasn't denying anything.

  “I don’t want to make assumptions, but I know that what I feel for you is important. I know there is a connection between us, and I know that I agreed to forever after last night. Many things passed between us last night, but no actual words were spoken on the subject. I don’t want to expect more than is being offered.” Dean walked a verbal tightrope with that explanation, and it bothered Drakon that he did not feel at peace enough to speak openly and ask for what he wanted.

  "You are my beloved. I recognized you when you approached the bar, and from that moment on, my entire focus was on marking and claiming you as my own." Drakon made himself very clear. “I am the lead enforcer of the Rose Coven. I work the bar on the weekends sometimes when my schedule allows. I like the atmosphere there and a seer in my coven told me many years ago that I would meet my beloved at the Blood Rose. I have been expecting you for some time now.”

  Dean rose up onto one elbow so as to look down into Drakon’s face. Those blue eyes held so many things and among them was desire and joy two things he always wanted to see when looking at his beloved.

  “You were waiting for me.” He stated.

  “I was waiting for you.” Drakon confirmed. He pulled him down on top of him and began to ravage those plump, pink lips and then rolled beneath him all tangled in arms and legs. Dean smiled and looked at Drakon like he was a god, and it made everything right in the world.

  “Tell me about yourself, Dean.” Drakon wanted to know everything about his new love. He settled in beside him and waited. “You looked bothered when you arrived last night. What was on your mind that caused you so much dismay?”

  “My friend Ashley thought that going out on the town to a bar I would not normally go to would help cheer me up and give me a different perspective, at least for the night," Dean spoke, his tone saddened.

  “Why did you need cheering up?” Drakon cupped Dean’s cheek and pulled him over for a sweet kiss. Dean was his responsibility now and if there was something bothering him then Drakon was going to make it go away and go away fast. But he didn’t tell Dean that. Dean was a kind and gentle man so nothing ugly or violent would ever enter his world if Drakon had anything to say about it.

  “I had some issues at work, and everything is going to come to a head on Monday." He paused again, and Drakon waited, letting him know that he needed more. “Well, I work for Smithers Investments as an analyst, and I've been there just over a year now.” Another pause. “Ryan Phillips is my boss, or supervisor, as he calls it, and he has never liked me. Not that I need anyone to like me, but he has actively made my life a living hell the entire time I’ve been working there.” Dean tightened his arm that lay across Drakon’s chest and pressed his face into his shoulder.

  This was affecting him, and the more Dean presented with fear and anxiety, the more Drakon was preparing to handle his problem permanently. He had a name, and that was all he would need, but for now, he would listen and comfort his beloved before he dealt with Dean’s tormentors.

  “Ryan called me into his office just before five and informed me that he and a few of his friends in the office had made some bad investments and had lost a considerable amount of the firm's money. He said that they had arranged it to reflect on me, and I was fired based on those lies.” Dean took a shaky breath before continuing. “He then told me that come Monday, I may be arrested for the losses, something to do with incompetence, acting outside of my authority, or some such nonsense."

  “What did you say?”

  “I said I’d report him and the rest of them, but he said they had all their ducks in a row, and I was locked tight as the mastermind of the transactions. He had the ability and clearance to access programs and reports to make it look like I was responsible. No one would believe me over him.” He expelled a long, slow breath. "Then he assaulted me as the other watched, threatening my life if I ever spoke out against him. I was on the floor, hurt, and he left laughing with the others."

  The anger in Drakon's countenance was palpable, but he quickly tucked it away for later, not wanting to burden or scare his already over-taxed beloved.

  “I’m sorry you had such a terrible day, my love.” He pulled him in for a hug and kissed him repeatedly.

  “I needed a distraction, and Ashley suggested the Blood Rose. I am so glad I agreed to go, and I am so glad I met you, Drakon. You made me happy, and you made me forget.” Dean was breaking his heart and making his blood boil. He vowed to handle Mr. Ryan Phillips before the day was over and to make sure that fucking firm had no power over his beloved.