Page 4 of The Blood Rose

“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.

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