A Place For Dreams

by Deja Black

  “Oh, Sunil. Cole. Love you. Love you. Need you. Forever.” When Cole would have waited, would have given Raksha time to adjust to his size, to his movement, Raksha reached forward and grasped Cole’s ass. There was a bit of fang visible between his lips, and his eyes were a stunning burning blue. Then he was pulling him forward while he pushed upward, the press of sharp points against Cole’s ass as Raksha began rocking himself on Cole’s dick. “Yes,” he hissed when Cole bottomed out. “Now move, Sunil. Take me.” The growl made Cole even harder.

  Cole fucked into Raksha again and again, celebrating when the man’s pants became screams, his constant shouts for more echoing in the room as Cole gave it to him. He was so good, so hot, so tight and so everything Cole ever wanted.

  Cole felt the ripples of awareness slide over his body first, a hint of another presence, and suddenly Raksha was alight, his skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body glowing as they made love. There was a pulse of energy in the air as Cole continued thrusting into his mate, claiming him.

  “Mine, Raksha. You are mine,” Cole growled.

  Raksha roared and they fell to the bed, a crumpled heat of cum and hot, sweaty flesh.

  “Yours. Always and forever.” Raksha sighed contentedly and drifted quietly off to sleep.

  Cole watched his man sleep, observed the way his eyes flitted beneath the lids, asleep and sated, but the traces of stress were still visible.

  Raksha was exhausted, and he didn’t need to be when Cole could help him. Cole would have to make some decisions and make them quickly.

  He walked to the bathroom, dampened a cloth. Then, he returned to his still sleeping mate and bathed his skin, smiling when Raksha turned into him, seeking his warmth.

  When he was certain Raksha was comfortable, he picked up the phone and made his calls.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Cole watched as Raksha’s eyes fluttered open, the blue that had blazed before calmer now.

  He reached out to draw his fingers through white blond hair, across brown cheeks.

  “I love you, Raksha.”

  Raksha gasped, then closed his eyes. “I’ve waited for years to hear those words spoken again, for them to be real and not a dream.”

  “You’re not dreaming. And neither am I. This is real. I didn’t know. Had no idea, but it’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Cole bent down and kissed Raksha deeply.

  Raksha sighed, then wrapped those strong arms around Cole’s body and brought him against Raksha’s muscular chest. Cole’s laugh was light and free.

  “You sound happy.”

  “I am.” For the first time, in years, he actually was. “We have a lot to talk about.”

  At first, Raksha balked at the idea of Cole quitting his job until Cole explained it was what he wanted. He had enough clients now, and he could start his own business, pay Phillip and people Phillip would vet to work for him and help Raksha to take care of his people.

  While Raksha had slept long into the evening and some of the morning, Cole had given Phillip a list of what was needed. Undaunted and absolutely thrilled by the challenge, Phillip pummeled him with questions, excited when he heard he might have the opportunity to meet Kamal again. The man had certainly left an impression on his assistant.

  Satisfied, Cole then spoke to his mother.

  “We’re going to meet her for lunch Sunday. She’s excited to finally see the man behind the legend. Apparently, you have a lot to live up to.” His mother had been in tears when he’d spoken to her, happy for him but questioning him again and again to be certain it was what he wanted, that Raksha was who he wanted. After the second apology, he’d told her to stop, that he understood. Her watery sigh broke his heart, and he promised they would see her for Sunday brunch.

  Then, he asked for what he needed.

  Passports, visas and connections. They would allow those who wanted to leave the ability to do so and make traveling back and forth smoother. She could provide them all, and even offered to shelter a few in her home. Cole started to argue, but she was a woman with purpose who loved children. Buoyed with the hope of children in her home, she brightened. Cole practically felt her joy through the phone.

  And now he held Raksha and watched as his thoughts played across his face.

  “You’re certain this is what you want?”

  “Raksha, you are who I need. And before you say it again, this is not because of Kamal, although I am grateful to him for coming to me. I think I was ready for this before I even saw him. I missed you.”

  “And I you, but—”

  “No, let me finish. I’ve needed you all my life and didn’t know it, the spot left barren and empty, but here you are, needing me and loving me. I would never give that up. And I will do whatever is in my power to keep it, to keep you.”

  Raksha’s eyes were wet, and Cole realized his were, too.

  Wiping away Raksha’s tears with his thumb, he said. “And that’s not all. We have to dress and take a drive. It’s not far.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Cole’s final call was made to Play, whose family had protected land outside of the city of Columbia, South Carolina, land where a certain creature could walk free without the fear of others.

  When Play asked if it was for Raksha, Cole wasn’t sure what to say.

  “He won’t have to worry. I’ll let my people know he’ll be there, to keep back and give him some space. Now, the only thing is we use that area during the full moon. So, until everyone has a chance to meet him, let’s ensure he doesn’t become prey and stay away then.”

  “Uh, sure.” Not sure what any of that meant, he’d agreed and promised to mark the calendar for full moon nights.

  Now, he stood in front of a nervous Raksha.

  “Take off your clothes. I don’t want them to be torn. It’s not like I wouldn’t enjoy looking at you like this forever even, but we didn’t bring any extra.” It was cold enough for Cole to wear a cable knit sweater, his favorite torn jeans and a pair of hiking boots, but Raksha was covered in a t-shirt, jeans and sandals.

  He was an odd combination of contrasts, dark skin with white hair, unnaturally blue eyes.

  He was beautiful.

  And Cole was getting hard simply by looking at him, but they’d come here for a reason.

  “I promise Play said there was nothing out here to worry you, no predators, as if that would be a problem any way, no people, because this is private property.” Cole looked around once again. They’d driven his jeep out instead, the vehicle built for the rugged road and able to take the bumps and bruises until they arrived at the clearing Play described. It was gorgeous here, a tall canopy of trees, a light layer of frost on the ground and the smell of clean, crisp air.

  It wasn’t Nepal, but it wasn’t Columbia, either.

  It was a place where Raksha’s yeti could roam free.

  Raksha looked around, nodded. “I’m not the only one who seeks this place for safety.” He inhaled deeply.

  “Yes, Play mentioned us not using the area during full moon nights. Not sure what that means, but I promised him we’d pay attention to the calendar.” It was evening, and while there was not a full moon, the moon was out, the lighting perfect for what they planned.

  “That would be wise. Please tell him I understand and am grateful for the use of their land.”

  “You can tell him yourself when we seem them Saturday.” Cole promised he and Raksha would see the guys later for a game of basketball that weekend. Right now, though, he had more important things on his mind. “Drop them.”

  Raksha’s eyes sparkled at Cole’s words. “What if I wanted some help?”

  “If I help you, we’ll be doing other things out here.” He walked forward and reached up to kiss Raksha softly, inhaling his scent as he did. Woodsy, a part of the earth. Stepping back, he calmed his body, focusing on what Raksha needed rather than what Cole craved.

  In moments, Raksha stood before him, glorious in his naked beauty. Looking at Cole first, who nodde
d with encouragement, he threw his arms into the air and his head back and roared.

  The light blazed around him, arcs of blue power zig zagging and dancing, snaps and pops of electricity that sizzled. Cole was surprised the trees and the dry grass around him didn’t catch fire from the flames of power that spun, flashing by as they licked at his skin, touching and recognizing. Reconnecting.

  When the light show was over, a striking creature stood before him. The white hair Raksha wore on his head now covered every muscular inch of him. He was tall, taller than his human self, and wider. His hands were massive fists, his head back as the moon’s light kissed his body.

  “You are amazing, Raksha.” Raksha looked at him then, those blue eyes glowing now, simmering pools of cobalt. Raksha didn’t move as Cole stepped forward. When Cole touched him, it was as if his entire body sighed. “There you are. You are so beautiful. Bend down. I’ll never reach you like this.” Cole touched his face, ran his index finger along an extended canine, shivered at the cold wetness of his tongue. He took Raksha’s face in both of his hands and brought his lips closer to his own.

  He kissed him.

  “Mine.” Cole smiled when Raksha huffed and groaned. Then, when Raksha lifted Cole into the air, his feet leaving the ground in a rush, he shouted his happiness. It was heady being supported in the air, and he loved it, loved the strength of his yeti. He was safe.

  And now, Raksha was, too.

  Cole was happy.

  And he and Raksha would be happy forever.

  They were no longer trapped in a world of dreams but in a place where dreams could be realized.

  Raksha’s roar of unfettered joy echoed for miles.

  About the Author

  Deja Black had fantasies of men loving men, men who felt strongly, loved hard, and needed a hero. Then one great day she came across a book and discovered the world of m/m writing, encountered others who shared her obsession as much as she did, and found a world where she could not only be accepted for the lives and loves she envisioned, but she could create them too. So why not? Why not take the stories she would write and throw away as a teenager, grow them, dream them, and make them a reality where she could know her own characters, let them live their story, and make them real for someone else? And she did. Now, with the support of her hubby and some intense time management, she is learning to balance her family of two children at home and the many others she teaches each and every day along with her passion of writing what she loves to read.

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