Page 8 of The Blood Rose

When he finally began to relax and catch his breath, he looked down and saw Drakon licking him clean and kissing his cock like it was something precious. “I love how you taste, sweetheart. I will never get enough of you.”

Dean could not speak his breath was coming in short, labored pants and his heart was beating out of his chest. All he could do was stare in awe at the man that was capable of taking him to the moon and back. Drakon tucked himself back into his jeans and then scooped Dean up into his arms.

"I think you need to rest my love." He chuckled, and Dean simply nodded and allowed himself to be carried to the bedroom. He laid him down and then kissed him hard, eating away at his mouth like a starving man before moving his lips to Dean’s ear.

“Tonight, I’m going to tie you to the bed and tease this gorgeous body until you scream for release. Rest, my love, you're going to need your strength." He laughed when Dean nodded his head rapidly, eager for whatever Drakon was planning. He covered him with a thick blanket and then left the room. Dean was so exhausted he fell asleep almost immediately.

Drakon was adamant that Dean’s issues be handled as soon as possible. His little lover was being eaten up with worry over the actions of some little bitch he worked with. The job was not something Dean needed or enjoyed, so it was time Smithers Investments and Ryan Phillips, in particular, were paid a visit. He’d placed his beloved in a light trance to help him sleep. He would not wake before Drakon returned.

"Conall, I have a problem." He made the call that would get things moving. He found Ryan at work even though the place was closed so there was no telling what he was up to. He and two of his enforcers would handle Ryan while Conall put in the calls to shut the place down.

In a few hours Smithers Investments would no longer exist and neither would Ryan Phillips. The Rose Coven had endless resources and a very long reach. Conall was a quiet man with influence in almost every corner of this city all it took was a few phone calls to finish the bastards that dared to harm his beloved. Now it was Ryan’s time.

“Is there anyone in the building?”

“Not that I am aware of. The businesses on the first floor are there for the employees on the upper floors, so they’re closed Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday. I think we are basically alone.” Ryan gave a long answer to a question that only required one word. But he liked to cause his friends anxiety over the possibility of someone finding out what they were doing.

“If anyone discovers that it was you who made the errors and then went to great lengths to blame it on someone else, we are all going to be fired.”

“No one is going to find out and Dean is a natural patsy he’ll take the fall don’t worry. He isn’t smart enough to figure out what we did to frame him.” Ryan sounded giddy.

“We didn’t do anything; this is all on you, man. The errors belong to you.” That had the effect of pissing Ryan off.

“You knew what I was doing, and even now, you know that I'm framing Dean Simon, so don't act all innocent." He slammed his hand on the arm of his chair. His friends got up and started for the door. “Where are you going?”

“You can finish this on your own.” They said and walked out, leaving him alone.

“I don’t fucking need any of you. If this turns sideways, I'm hanging you all out to dry.” He grumbled to himself. The setup for Dean was complete, and he was clearing up his office, making sure not to leave anything incriminating, when unexpectedly, three men came walking into his office. He turned to them and started with a string of profanity. “What the fuck are you doing here? How the fuck did you get in?" He yelled and took one step toward the one closest, but he was abruptly stopped by a large hand on his throat.

"Shut the fuck up," Drakon said slowly, one word at a time, making himself terminally clear. Ryan did not argue. “Now you’re going to tell me exactly what you have done to Dean Simon, and you're going to give me every detail.

“I didn’t do. . . “He was cut off with a backhand to the side of his head, which knocked him to the floor.

“I’m not interested in your lies. Tell me what you’ve done.” Drakon had a way about him that made it impossible for someone to deny him and even more impossible to lie to him. He used mind control because he was not in the mood to waste time, not with his exquisite beloved waiting for him at home. He very quickly had Ryan giving them everything they needed to know to undo what he had set up.

“Why do you care about Dean Simon?” Ryan was gutsy enough to ask and he did so with a sneer which did not go in his favor.

“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?”

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