“He is my lover, my beloved, my world," Drakon answered honestly and watched Ryan's face turn ashen. When he was satisfied that Dean was safe, Drakon turned the operation over to his companions. “Finish this and leave nothing behind.” He instructed and headed out the door while Ryan continued to try to make demands. Assholes could do nothing but be assholes, and Ryan was a prime example of that fact. Drakon was aware that the entire agency was to blame for his beloved’s sadness and worry, so everyone would pay.

  Dean slowly came awake with his body still tingling with the effects of Drakon's amazing lovemaking. He knew how to make Dean's body sing, and he knew Dean's deepest desires. He rolled over and realized that he was in the big bed all by himself. He looked around the room, but no one was there. He felt a sudden panic in the pit of his stomach. Drakon was not there.

  “Drakon.” He called out his voice tinged with fear. He sat up and his heart began to pound. “Drakon.” He called again.

  “Yes my love I’m right here.” Drakon came into the room and straight over to the bed.

  "You scared me. I thought you'd left."

  “Do not fear. I will never leave you, baby.” Drakon stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed beside Dean and gathered him into his arms.

  “You make me feel so safe," Dean whispered, wrapping his arms around Drakon and burying his face against his shoulder. "I'm not usually so skittish and clingy. The mess at work is really weighing on my mind, and you make me feel like everything is going to be okay. I don’t want to lose you.”

  “You will never lose me, I promise." Just then, Dean's phone went off in a rapid succession of calls and text messages.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  He let it go for a few minutes, but curiosity got the best of him. “What’s going on?” he asked and Drakon simply shrugged his shoulders but the expression on his face made it seem like he knew more than he was admitting.

  Dean checked his phone and saw that it was blowing up with texts from Ashley and people from work some of whom he hardly knew. He answered when Ashley called again. “What’s going on Ashley?”

  “Smithers Investments has been shut down and everyone has been laid off.” She gave him the news and Dean kept looking over at Drakon.

  “What happened?”

  "I don't know, but word is a majority of their clientele left them in one big rush. They were destroyed.” Ashley enjoyed the drama of it all.

  “They deserve every ounce of pain and suffering they’re experiencing. That place was an absolute snake pit.” Dean felt no pity for any of them.

  "You're not going to believe it, but Ryan Phillips has disappeared."

  “Disappeared!”

  “Yes, completely gone. His office was cleaned out, and his condo was empty. There was no sign of him anywhere. It's as if he never existed. Gossip is he was the cause for all of this, and he ran.” Ashley hated Ryan as much as Dean hated Ryan, and she enjoyed sharing the news of his fall.

  “That man was pure evil.” Dean shook his head and noticed a shadow of a grin on Drakon’s lips.

  "I'm so glad he's gone, and I'm glad that business is destroyed. They did you a favor, firing you, Dean. You got out before the whole place turned to shit.” Ashley was trying to lift his spirits, but it wasn't necessary. The fact that Ryan was gone, missing, and the business was dissolved meant his troubles were over.

  "Hey, how did you do last night? Did you get lucky?” She changed the subject.

  “I found the love of my life Ash." He glanced at Drakon, who reached over and took his hand.

  “Wow, when are you going to introduce me?”

  “Give it a few days.” He laughed. “We're still in bed, and I think we're going to stay there for a while."

  "You go, Dean.” She chanted. “I’m so happy for you enjoy.”

  "I am, I truly am." They said their goodbyes, and Dean set his phone aside. “Do you know anything about this?”

  “I took care of everything. Ryan will never hurt you again.” Drakon pulled him down for a sensuous kiss that completely owned him. When they came up for air, Drakon added that he had a few of his men packing up Dean’s apartment and moving his things to the Coven house.

  "Are you sure you want me here living with you? That's a big step." Dean was always so careful.

  “I’m sure. I was sure the minute I laid eyes on you. I was sure the first time I tasted that lovely ass of yours, I was sure with the very first drop of blood and the very first kiss. You're mine, Dean, and you belong here with me, and you know it.” Drakon pressured him hard, but Dean just needed the reassurance that he wasn’t overstepping himself or making assumptions. It would take a while for him to settle in completely and trust that he belonged, but Drakon was more willing to help him along the way.

  “I like it here. . . with you," Dean said softly.

  “The Master wants to meet you and welcome you into the coven," Drakon told him and Dean looked surprised.

  “I’ll be a coven member?”

  "You already are a coven member, sweetheart. The moment we bonded, you became a part of the Rose Coven.” Drakon explained as he ran his fingers up Dean’s bare leg to his luscious ass and began to squeeze. "I love your ass."

  “I love your big cock.” Dean said with a teasing smile.

  “I love your sweet mouth.”

  “I love how you use that big cock of yours." That hit Drakon funny, and he started to laugh.

  “You make me smile Dean and I don’t smile often.” Drakon became serious and slowly rolled Dean onto his back and covered him with his body. “You’re so soft and warm and wonderful.”

  Drakon inserted his knee to force Dean’s legs apart and then settled himself between his supple thighs. "Oh, that feels so good." Dean crooned and lightly glided his hand up and down Drakon's back.

  Drakon began to circle his hips grinding his hard cock against Dean’s and feeling the immediate reaction. His beloved was so responsive and so eager. He kissed him hard on the lips and then trailed kisses across his jaw and down his throat, all the while lining his throbbing cock up to Dean’s already stretched hole.

  He sunk his teeth into the tender flesh at the base of Dean's throat and, at the same time, plowed inside his lover's hot, satiny channel. His cock was seated in seconds, and he continued to feed as he began a rapid rhythm of thrusts slamming into Dean, heightening their pleasure with each vigorous thrust.

  He increased his speed and held him fast. The minute he felt himself falling over the edge he withdrew his teeth and licked the wound closed. He would never get enough of Dean his blood was like pure nectar fulfilling and rejuvenating with ever drop. He listened to Dean’s enchanting moans and gasps and whines and each one touched his heart and satisfied something deep within himself. His beloved was happy and content and in love and Drakon could ask for nothing more amazing than that.

  He thrust deep and held as his body responded to this beautiful young man in his arms. He filled his channel to overflowing and he continued to thrust emptying more and more. This man made his heart pound, his breath catch, and his body shake and sweat with the sheer need of him. Dean was fast becoming his purpose in life.

  He stretched out half on top of his beloved and half beside with his head on Dean’s shoulder. They were both spent but in the best way possible he saw a beautiful life ahead of them and many days full and satisfying just like today.

  “Stay with me forever sweetheart. Promise me you will never leave.” He stated loud and clear.

  “I will stay with you forever and I will never leave," Dean repeated.

  "You honor me," Drakon answered with his hot breath fanning Dean’s neck.

  "I love you," Dean stated without hesitation.

  THE END

  About The Author

  B.A. Stretke

  B.A. Stretke is a Gay Romance and fiction author who publishes through Dreamspinner Press, LLC, and Amazon.com

  B.A Stretke began writing as a hobby. He read his first Jane Austen novel as a teen and was instantly hooked. The age-old dream of being a novelist took hold. Now long into adulthood, and a few years as an editor under his belt, B.A. is a full-time writer. B.A. spends his days reading, engaging in sarcasm, and plotting the next storyline, often leaving little headspace for much else. He loves hiking through the Northern Michigan woods he calls home, often finding inspiration for his books. Writing and finding that perfect cup of coffee occupy the rest of his time.

  B.A. Stretke lives in Northern Michigan with one royally spoiled cat and his dear friends and family.

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