by Fel Fern
“I reject your offer,” he said, before twisting Noah’s head and ripping it, knowing that was the sure way to get rid of a vampire.
Ron turned, expression of relief on his face, and ran up to him. He dropped Noah’s head, shifted back to human, and pulled his mate into a hug. Behind him, he heard screams and the smell of burning vampire flesh soon hit his nose. Striker didn’t need to worry about Noah’s stray vampires. Smoke would take care of them.
“Don’t be angry,” Ron blurted, looking up at him. “I got so worried, so when Smoke went to the men’s room, I slipped away from the movie.”
“You ass, and where the hell did you find a gun?” he said, still pissed off at his mate for running headlong into danger. Striker had to admit, though, if Ron hadn’t barged in, Noah and his coven might still be running loose. He wasn’t mad at Smoke or his mate, although he intended to have a long chat with Ron. Ron should think about his own safety first, before resorting to reckless actions.
"I grabbed it from the guard house when it was empty," Ron said.
Oh, he had plenty of things to say to his mate.
A man came sprinting towards them. Bennett. “Jesus, who’s that dragon?” Bennett muttered.
“Smoke, my pal. Any complaints?” he asked the sheriff, who shook his head.
“Tim’s inside the car, and I’ll get Randy and Bree to the hospital. Thanks for your help, Striker.”
“Anytime, Sheriff.”
“And who’s this?” Bennett asked, glancing at Ron.
“I’m Ron, Striker’s mate,” Ron said, holding out a hand. Bennett looked surprised but shook his fingers.
“Nice to meet you. Now, then, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Should we help Smoke?” Ron asked.
He shook his head. “Nah, let him have his fun. Besides, he owes me for not keeping an eye on you better.”
Ron scowled. “Striker.”
“Fine. I’ll help him clean up, then we can finally go home.”
Ron blushed then leaned forward to give him a kiss on the mouth. Sweetness exploded on his tongue. Striker couldn’t wait to have his mate all to himself once this was over.
“Home,” Ron repeated after pulling away from the kiss. Ron’s cheeks turned an endearing shade of pink. “I like the sound of that.”
Chapter 13
“You sure this is all your stuff?” Striker asked, carrying the last box containing his comic books to the back seat of his truck.
“Yep, that’s it,” Ron confirmed, holding his laptop bag against his chest, then took one last look at the apartment building he’d lived in for years.
The primary emotion he associated with this place had been loneliness, but it had also been a place of refuge. He blinked when Striker gave his shoulder a squeeze, followed by a kiss on the cheek. Striker’s warm and possessive touch reminded him he was no longer alone, that he didn’t need to escape into another world just to forget about his problems.
Ron still enjoyed playing online games with Striker, Toby, and the others, but he was beginning to think real life was another adventure, a journey he could take with his mate.
“You ready?” Striker asked.
Ron gave the place a lingering look, then squared his shoulders. “Yes, I am.”
They got into Striker’s truck. He tucked his laptop in the backseat. It struck him how far he’d come from being a recluse to this new man. Each day seemed better than the last. Sex between Striker and him burned even hotter. Not every day was a breeze. Sometimes they fought, but what relationship didn’t? Plus, Ron was getting plenty of job offers online, and he projected within a few months, he could almost replicate his old salary.
Striker started the engine. On their way out of Burrell, he spotted Will on the sidewalk, walking hand-in-hand with another guy. The wolf Alpha must have spotted him because he waved, and Ron waved back. It was nice to know the Alpha found someone else. Striker grunted next to him and drove faster. He hid a secret grin. They continued onward to Horn.
Two weeks had passed since the vampire incident. Smoke and Striker wiped out the entire Black Coffin coven, so there were no worries that the vampires would return. When he dropped by town now and then, he could see more smiles. Life had returned to normal. They dropped by Horn to get some grocery supplies before starting on the dirt road leading to their mountain home.
True to Striker’s word, his mate, with Smoke’s help, made a road just so he could easily head up and down the mountain in case he needed to head into town. They arrived half an hour later. Striker parked the car and tugged him close for an explosive kiss that left him panting and wanting more.
Striker had a wicked look in his eye that Ron recognized by now. “What do you say we unpack later? You look like you could unwind a little.”
“Oh? Do I?” Ron grinned. “Catch me first.”
He opened the car door and bolted for the house. Ron only made it as far as the living room before Striker put his arms around him.
“Caught you, baby. Time for my reward.” Without warning, Striker tossed him over his shoulder like he didn’t weigh a thing and carried him to the bedroom.
He couldn’t stop laughing even as Striker tossed him on the bed. Striker reached for his shirt, and he protested. Well, Ron might give him a hard time, but he loved it when Striker became all caveman-like and primitive. Striker knew it, too.
“Wait, this is my favorite,” Ron began, groaning as Striker tore at his clothes like a beast, but damn if he didn’t find it hot.
His dick thickened in his jeans as he helped Striker get it off, along with his briefs. Striker licked his lips, and he shuddered at the hungry look in his mate’s gaze. Some days, he still couldn’t believe how this wonderful man came to be his.
“Yum, and all mine,” Striker said, getting out of his clothes.
Ron took his time admiring his sexy and gorgeous naked mate. Was Striker working out more?
Striker rolled on top of him and took his mouth. His mind emptied as Striker took control, pinning his wrists above his head and kissing him senseless. He parted his lips as Striker thrust his tongue down his throat. Striker released his arms and began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, his chest. Needing something to hold onto, Ron gripped the sheets, moaning as Striker parted his thighs and eyed his prick.
“You’ve been a good boy, baby. Time to reward you.” Striker flicked out his tongue and swiped the pre-cum off his tip. Ron shuddered as Striker began to explore the length of him. Striker applied just the right amount of pressure on his balls and began taking his length inside his mouth. Ron’s dick turned rock-hard as Striker began to blow him, bobbing his head up and down relentlessly.
Ron gasped. “Striker, I’ll come.”
Striker pulled away and placed a kiss on his mouth. “Then come, baby.”
Striker used his hand and pinched the tip of his prick. Ron cried out and orgasmed, coating Striker’s fingers with his cum. Striker flipped him on his hands and knees. Still riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss, Ron backed toward the edge of the bed and felt Striker’s warm breath on his entrance.
“Striker,” he whispered. Ron moaned as Striker spat and began to tongue his ass. “Oh God.”
Striker thrust his tongue down his ass, swirling it around. Ron could feel his cheeks and neck burning. He must be beet red by now. God. Who knew Striker’s mouth and tongue on his most intimate place would feel so damn good? Striker reached up and gave his nipples a squeeze. Ron squirmed, but Striker gave his ass a swat.
When Striker pulled his mouth away, he let out a whimper of frustration.
Striker patted his ass. “Can’t have you coming again so soon. The next time you orgasm, it will be when my dick’s buried in you.”
Incapable of words, Ron could only nod. He couldn’t wait to have Striker’s meaty dick inside him. Striker grabbed the lube from the table next to the bed and prepared him for access.
Ron rested his forehead on the soft sheets, smile on his lips. “I lov
e you.”
Striker paused from his task to plant another quick and hot kiss on his mouth. “I love you, too, baby. So damn much. You mean the world to me.”
“Then, you’re my universe.”
His cheesy answer got a laugh out of his dragon.
“I’ll think of a better comeback next time,” Ron added.
Striker finally put aside the lube, and Ron felt the brush of his leaking cockhead against his hole.
“Take me, baby. Ride me hard,” Ron pleaded.
“Your wish is my command.” Striker gripped his hips and penetrated him. He groaned as Striker pushed all the way in, until his balls rested against Ron’s ass. His mate took him, his rhythm fast and hard. Ron panted, his dick waking as Striker began pounding in and out of him. The mate bond between them flared to life. His heart never felt so full, so complete.
Striker went faster, deeper with each push. He gasped, beginning to thrust his ass at Striker, meeting his mate at every turn. Striker grabbed his cock and began stroking it, timing it to his thrusts. Ron groaned as Striker doubled the ecstasy riding his body. He wouldn’t last long, but he suspected neither would his mate.
Striker shifted the angle of his hips and found his sweet spot. Ron cried out as Striker went for it over and over, nearly pushing him over the edge.
“Striker,” he screamed just as Striker gave his cock a tug.
He erupted, mind hazing over as his body fell apart. Several thrusts later, Striker climaxed, filling his ass with warmth. They ended up on the bed, tangled up in each other. Ron rested his head on Striker’s shoulder and planted a hand on Striker’s chest. He could almost hear it, the confident beat of Striker’s heart. Striker’s pupils burned a deep amber color now, and he realized both dragon and man stared back at him.
Mine, Ron thought fondly.
“I’m glad,” Ron began. “That you stalked me all the way to my old town, right into my apartment.”
“Me too. I know I scared you off the first time we met, but things turned out okay, didn’t it?” Striker asked, nuzzling his neck. Striker reached for his fingers, and he held them, squeezing them back.
“Are you kidding? Definitely better than okay,” he said.
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