Page 9 of The Blood Rose

“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.

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