Drakos

Present...

The appellation caused Asche to stiffen. His face took on a disdainful look and his lips curled back with scorn.

"You love nobody else but yourself," He remarked, unphased.

"You are utterly mistaken," I said, reading his expression steadily.

He doesn't believe in love. Or in this case, my affections for him despite me being stern with him.

"Don't give me that crap." He snarled, "You don't give a flying fuck about my wellbeing. I bet your only motive is to take my child away from me when it's born. Well, let me tell you-"

My lips crashed with his in a breath-stealing kiss, rendering him speechless.

I cupped his head and deepened the kiss, infiltrating his warm mouth with my tongue. He sucked on it and melted in my arms, responding to the kiss so passionately. Our tongues twirled and our lips locked, pecking ever so often between the tangling of our tongues, eventually drawing out a string of saliva when we parted.

His cheeks were flushed and his breathing erratic as hs stared at me with desire coursing through his eyes.

"I will show you that I truly care for you and not just our unborn child." I declared, stroking his soft hair. "You must trust me. I won't ever hurt you again, Asche, you're precious to me."

He bit his bottom lip and averted his eyes, staring at the never-ending ocean outside. Sorrow reflected in his eyes.

What happened to him that made him so cold and uncaring? He's too young to be holding such malevolence in his heart and selling his body so candidly. I'm sure he's well educated, so why resort to it? No matter, all of that ends today. He will have no need to flaunt himself or struggle to make ends meet. As long as I'm here, he'll have no worries.

"I don't believe you," He turned to face me, "All you've shown me is infatuation and I'm certain you're misunderstanding it for love. When you're done fucking me and this child is born, you'll change."

"I will not," I said with conviction, hurt that he'd think so lowly of me. "You are the missing piece that I've been searching for for so long. Many others couldn't grant me what you've blessed me with."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "A baby, right? My point exactly."

"Asche you must understand, you are my fated mate," I explained desperately, caressing his cheek. "You complete me. I-I know I've frightened you by my strange behavior but it's in my biology, that is how my other half reacts when it's found someone it adores. It becomes obsessed."

"It?" He quirked a brow. "And what about this other half that you're speaking of? I'm confused. What are you?"

I sighed and my mouth thinned. "I'll explain everything that you want to know if you come with me. I won't keep you caged, you'll be free to do whatever you want. However, it is my duty to keep you safe. Within your body is the heir to my race. He or she would be considered royalty."

His brows went up and he gasped. "Royalty? Are you a king in hiding?"

"No, no." I shook my head. "Well, not precisely. I am a king, but not of this land. I sought refuge on earth after..." I snapped my lips shut, clenching my teeth.

Should I tell him the truth? Is it safe? Will he even believe me?

Maybe this is not the right time.

"After what?" He was leaning closer to me, intrigued.

"That's enough excitement for the day. You need to rest. Falcon has all of your belongings gathered for our departure." I gently pressed him back down into the heap of pillows.

"I didn't agree to come with you," He said with defiance shining in his eyes.

"Don't you want to know about my lineage?" I asked with an amused grin.

He pouted and crossed his arms, obviously feeling conflicted. "You're despicable."

I tipped my head back and laughed, loving this side of him. "So that's a yes?"

"What do you think?" He said, begrudgingly.

A broader smile peeled on my lips and I kissed him tenderly. "Thank you."

"You're not welcome," He retorted saucily and turned away with heated cheeks.

I left him to catch a few hours of sleep and slipped into the hallway, walking into the living room where Stephon, Falcon, and Kirk sat.

Kirk stood up immediately as I stepped in. "Is he alright?"

I nodded and took a seat in the chair kitty-corner to the love seat where Stephon and Falcon sat.

"Can I go in and talk to him?" Stephon asked.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible. He's asleep." I gently declined.

"But I haven't seen him in a while, I need to apologize to him!" He protested.

Falcon placed a calming hand on his husband's shoulder. "Baby, Asche has been through so much for the day. Tomorrow may be more suitable to see him. Besides, I promised you a full-body buffet of fruits and chocolate, remember?"

Stephon's eyes lit up with excitement and desire. "Oh no, I haven't forgotten." He grinned sliding a hand across Falcon's confined cock. I groaned and shook my head. Kirk stared, unblinking at the love-struck couple.

"Falcon can you not flaunt your perversions in front of others? Your licentiousness becomes you." I said, exasperatingly, shaking my head at thier unbashedness.

"You should not be the one talking about licentiousness. You paid a prostitute just for a one night stand. A prostitute whom you stalked for weeks. Also, a prostitute who I'm sure sucked your cock into flaccidity. Shit, he even ended up pregnant. I wonder how long you fucked to cause that." He said in amusement.

"Falcon," I chastised, embarrassed.

Kirk smiled, enjoying my embarrassment. Then he added fuel to the fire, "I recalled you both approaching me for that matter."

"Indeed," Falcon agreed with a grin.

"I'm done with you both." I threw my hands up and got up from the chair, exiting the room.

"Maybe another grand will secure a quick frolick between the sheets to ease your tension!" Falcon said jeeringly at my retreating figure.

What an idiot, I thought with a smile.

Asche

I was carted off to Drakos' penthouse before I got a chance to blink. 

Surprisingly, the vomiting stopped and I'm feeling much better. After I got enough hours of sleep, my body felt rejuvenated. During the entire flight back to America, Drakos sank himself into his laptop, accomplishing the tasks that he missed out on because of his search for me.

I found myself staring hard at his physical appearance and how he looked so much different from the average man. Crimson hair and amber eyes were nonexistent in my opinion. However, behind the fan of his lashes were the dark round circles flecked with black.

How did I not notice all of this thoroughly? Maybe because his money was all I saw and cared for. 

I snuggled into the warm blanket as I sat in the chair with my legs drawn up beneath me. Kirk stayed on the island but promised to come over to visit me whenever he had the chance. Falcon and Stephon were now fucking each other's body into fatigue in the private room. Their loud, unmodulated moans seeped through the walls causing me to cringe. How often do they have sex? It seemed very frequent. Stephon tried to talk to me but I ignored him. He's partly the cause of this anyway. Snitches get stitches.

We were supposed to be close friends. Damn, if I knew he was sleeping with Drakos Armander's brother I would have retraced my steps off of that boat before it sailed and sealed my fate. When we arrived, I was stunned by the impressive view of his apartment. The whole entire top floor was surrounded by glass from floor to ceiling with thick curtains draped around certain portions of it to obscure the sunlight. The curtains were a dark red shade with golden intricate designs curling through it.

The center of the room housed a large sitting area, positioned in a circular angle around a small coffee table. Marble stretched throughout the entire vicinity, flossed to perfection, reflecting whatever skimmed across its surface. The entire scenery was calming, with the setting sun in the background, it cast an amber effect against the curtains and other objects in the room.

Long, golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling in various areas of the room, but there was a large one right above the sitting area that shimmered and reflected magnificently in the sun's glow. Overall, his home seemed comfortable and it screamed wealthy. Falcon and Stephon retired to the guest room where I'm certain sex was accompanied by their absence. If Stephon was a female, his ass would be pregnant by now. All they do is have sex. I bet he feeds off of Falcon's cock because he never gets enough of it.

Drakos took me to his bedroom up a swirling flight of stairs, opening to a spacious bedroom cast in darkness. This room in particular was the darkest in his penthouse. No sunlight peeped through the closed curtains, which obscured it from creating beautiful hues against the walls and furniture.

I took a cursory glance around and gasped at the large dragon painting on the wall facing the enormous bed. It was simply fascinating. Whoever drew and painted this art was tremendously skilled. The dragon's scales were thoroughly detailed in red and black shades, the eyes were colored silver and the entire body looked as if it was popping from out of the wall. Subconsciously I walked over to it and ran my hand over the marvelous design. 

"Who did this?" I asked in awe.

"I did," He said from behind me, so close that his breath ghosted along my ear.

I pitched and spun to face him, breathing heavily from fright.

"Don't do that. You scared the shit outta me!" I gasped.

"My apologies, you were so engrossed in your gawking that I could not help but silently creep up on you." He grinned.

"You need a freaking bell around your throat to announce your approach because you're too quiet. But besides that, you did this!?" I asked in astonishment. I turned, gesturing at the beautiful creation.

"Yes, my little rebel. I did that. I'm skilled with my hands in many ways." He gave me a suggestive look hinting at his perverted innuendo. I rolled my eyes and gave him a serious expression. He returned it with a smile and trailed his hands up my arms as he buried his nose in the crook of my neck, whispering, "Someday I can tattoo your body with not just my love bites, but my art. Your beautiful pale skin will bring them to life."

My breath caught and heat rushed through my body. My cock pulsed awake and I bit my bottom lip to cage the moan that rumbled up my throat. "That--that sounds lovely,"

"Not as lovely as your sweet, tight body." His voice dipped lower in a husky tone that sent shivers up my spine.

A wet trail came up my neck and I hissed in pleasure as he licked my neck so deliciously, nipping my ear afterward. "I can possibly give you a good pounding as I beautify your body with each stroke of my brush. I'll start from your nipples, and end at your sweet cock."

"Stop teasing me," I gasped out, trying almost futilely to repel his advances. He smelt so good, his lips were like soft cotton brushing along my heated skin. "Why did you paint a dragon on your wall? Of all the mythical creatures, why a dragon?"

Desire rippled through me but inquisition mingled with that, at least allowing me to think straight through his soft, pleasant, cock-stirring kisses.

A kiss on my collarbone, followed by my throat, accompanied by a chaste lick further up, ending with a nibble then a hard suck right below my jawline. My breathing accelerated to shuddering pants by now and I tilted my head to the side, allowing him easy access to my throat. 

Suddenly, the kisses stopped and his succulent lips were seated by my ear, so close that I felt them move seductively as he said, "Because I am one."