by Marie Harte
Dreyk frowned. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Tarn smiled, showing flat, white teeth. More camouflage. “I decided to invest in this rundown part of town, hoping to clean things up. Four Walls has the capacity for growth. Who knows? Maybe I can interest some of the pretty females around the place to take an interest in my family.”
“An interest in your family?” Erin asked.
“I have a lot of brothers, cousins, and relations. We’re nearly all male, and my parents are dying for younglings.”
Erin grinned. “Yeah. I’m dying for a few myself.”
Rafe groaned and Dreyk stifled a grin.
“Maybe Ryen and I could spread the word,” Dreyk offered, meaning to look into Tarn’s presence immediately.
Rest assured, Dreyk, Tarn said mind-to-mind. I mean only to offer recompense to those females desiring an Ebrellion mate. I would never drag an unwilling woman from her world. I was put here by my superiors to make sure that doesn’t happen again.
“Your help would be much appreciated.” Tarn walked toward Ryen and intercepted the last thief crazy enough to take him on. Tarn threw him against the wall. The criminal hit hard and crumpled to the floor.
“Nice,” Rafe murmured. “Where did you say you were from?”
Tarn paused and said to Dreyk, I believe you wish to keep your origins a secret?
Yes.
As do I.
“He didn’t say where he was from.” Dreyk coughed to clear his dry throat and swallowed another mouthful of ale. “I can vouch for him, but I’ll also be keeping a close eye on Four Walls, just in case he needs help.”
“Me too,” Ryen rumbled. “Real close.”
“Excellent.” Tarn beamed and crossed thick arms over a broad chest. “I look forward to doing business with Cheltam in the future. Remember me as a source of information, dear friends. Drinks are on the house.” With a nod, Tarn walked disappeared into he back of the murky shanty he called a bar.
“That was weird,” Erin said.
“Yeah.” Rafe glanced at Dreyk and Ryen. “But if you’re vouching for him...?”
“I am,” Dreyk answered.
“That’s good enough for me.” Rafe shrugged. “Ryen, you passed. You’re in. You could use a little technique on your wristlock, though. You broke three of their wrists.”
“And?”
“The wristlock is supposed to be used to pin down your opponent, not cause damage.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Ryen joined them at their table and drank from Dreyk’s glass. “Cheltam? Sorry again for missing the other night. I, ah, completely forgot.”
“No problem, so long as we’re all good now. Are we, Dreyk?” Rafe asked, his gaze probing.
Dreyk grinned. “Never better. I’m finally where I’ve always wanted to be. Speaking of which, I have to head home. Got a debt to repay.” The look he gave Ryen left little to the imagination.
“Hell. Get out of here before my eyes burn from their sockets.” Rafe grimaced. “I liked you better when you barely talked, Dreyk. All this happy shit is killing me.”
“Rafe, really.” Erin glared.
“He’s hurting my feelings.” Ryen gave her his sad face, and Erin kicked Rafe in the shin.
He rubbed his leg. “Ow. Damn it, remember to be gentle, baby.”
Erin nodded at Dreyk. “Have a good time. Keep treating my brother right or I’ll kick your ass, too.”
Dreyk laughed. “No problem. Send Anin our regards.”
The minute they walked out the back door, Dreyk grabbed Ryen and teleported home. They landed in the living room.
“I hate when you do that.” Ryen shuddered and pushed away.
Expecting annoyance, Dreyk wasn’t prepared for the wicked look in his lover’s eyes. “What?”
“Time to pay up, baby.” Ryen licked his lips and crossed his arms. “I’m not wasting a second of tonight. Strip.”
Dreyk felt anything but calm. When he and Ryen had made love in the forest, he’d felt no reservations about giving Ryen the lead. The Ebrellion in him had needed it to cement the bonding, and their affection afterwards just seemed right.
Now, though, he would need to consciously give up his control. The thought both excited and unnerved him.
“We sealed the deal,” Ryen reminded him.
“I know that,” he snapped and stripped out of his clothes. The noticeable bulge in Ryen’s trousers helped.
“Relax. I won’t make you call me Sir. Then again…” Ryen concentrated on Dreyk’s cock. “I think a trip to the toy closet is in order. Get me the dildo, some clamps, and the lube.”
Dreyk’s arousal overcame his nerves. Did Ryen plan to wear the clamps for him? He shifted, aching to shove his dick into something. But not tonight. Tonight I’ll be taken by the man I love. The mate I trust.
Coming back to Ryen, who now stood naked in the middle of the living room, Dreyk tossed the items onto the table next to him.
“Nice, Dreyk. Very nice.” Ryen’s deep voice and thick cock showed his approval. “Now come here and suck me. Get me in the mood.”
“I’ll get you in the mood,” Dreyk growled. “I’ll suck your cock until you blow, you hulking drun.”
“I thought I was a hulking slave? Isn’t that what you called me when you first took my ass?” Ryen asked through laughter, which quickly turned into a groan.
He clasped Dreyk’s hair tight and shoved roughly between his lips.
“Don’t move,” Ryen rasped. “Let me fuck you.” He thrust in and out of Dreyk’s mouth in a slow glide. “That’s it, baby. Let me take you for once. Submit, pet. Be mine.” Ryen pulled out and waited for Dreyk’s response.
“I am yours. Always,” he answered the only way he could. With the truth. “Whatever you want is yours.”
Ryen’s eyes seemed to glow. “Good answer,” he growled. “Now, pet, put these clamps on me. I know you’ve wanted to see me in them.”
Dreyk rose and fetched the magneclamps. They were small enough to fit over Ryen’s nipples, and the force exerted on them would respond to the controller lying next to them.
“How hard?” Dreyk asked in a thick voice. He’d been dying to see Ryen wearing them.
“As hard as you think they should be.” Ryen’s look smoldered. He took Dreyk’s mouth in a dominating, powerful kiss. “Now do it so we can get back to fucking.”
23
Dreyk was surprised to find himself shaking.
“Oh yeah. I can’t wait to finally ream that ass. Slow and easy, then fast and hard. Imagine my seed sliding down your thighs. Imagine me sucking you off. Won’t that be good, baby?”
“Ryen.” Panting now, Dreyk had a hard time focusing on the clamps.
“I want you hard and hot.” Ryen grabbed his cock and slid his hand over the wet tip. “I want you mindless with need. To know you want me that much.”
“I do.”
“Put the clamps on.”
Dreyk wanted to give Ryen added stimulus and sucked hard on both nubs, though he needn’t have bothered. Ryen’s nipples were erect, his arousal impossible to miss. Attaching the clamps, Dreyk set the level low, not wanting to over-stimulate Ryen his first time.
A dark chain connected the clamps, like a mark of ownership as striking as the collar Ryen insisted he would never take off.
“So fucking hot.” Dreyk sighed into Ryen’s devouring kiss, moving like a puppet as Ryen positioned him.
He lay sprawled across a waist-high sex table Ryen had recently moved from the back room.
“Scoot back. I want your cock front and center.”
Dreyk moved back and immediately stilled when Ryen fondled his balls.
“These are so pretty. So perfectly round and firm when you’re aroused.” Ryen squeezed with enough pressure to set Dreyk off. Then he eased up and lowered his mouth. A breath of hot air kissed Dreyk’s cock. Ryen followed with a tongue through his slit. “You’re crying for me, aren’t you, pet?”
Pet. A l
ove name that signified his submission. The dormant slave within him for so long thrilled. “Yes, yes I need you.” So much.
“I know.” Ryen’s eyes filled, and he hastily blinked the tears back. Looking annoyed that he’d expressed such sentiment, Ryen took his aggression out on Dreyk’s cock. He sucked hard, licking, nipping, and teasing until Dreyk wanted to never leave the man’s mouth again.
On the verge of coming several times, Dreyk cried out in frustration each time Ryen pulled away.
“Not yet, baby. Not until you see to your master first.”
“Yes, please. Whatever you want.”
“I want you to bend over. I want that ass now. Lube me up.” Ryen waited, his own cock hard and wet with desire.
Dreyk retrieved the lube and eased the gel over Ryen’s cock, gratified by his drawn-out hiss.
“That’s it. Stroke me. Get me nice and thick for you.” Ryen threw his head back as Dreyk worked him. “How long has it been since you’ve been taken? Before last night, I mean.”
Dreyk didn’t stop fondling his lover as he answered. “Over a thousand years.”
Ryen started and stared in wide-eyed astonishment. “What?”
“Not since Master. It was such an intimate thing.” Dreyk felt his face heat. “I could do it to others, but to feel another inside me felt too personal. Now I know it was because only my mate had that right.” Dreyk closed his hand hard around Ryen. “The man I love above all else.”
“And the man who loves you above all else.” Ryen kissed Dreyk hard on the mouth, softening the kiss with gentle stokes of his tongue, the delicate press of his lips. The contact seemed to go on forever, their connection unbreakable.
Dreyk was on the verge of climax, so completely under Ryen’s thrall.
“On your belly, pet.”
Dreyk immediately turned over onto his stomach, his dick uncomfortably sandwiched between the table and his belly.
“I’m going to get you ready for me with your favorite toy. I’ll bet this has been up that tight ass a time or two.”
“Yes.”
“I’m jealous.” Ryen sounded amused. “I can’t wait to watch it slide up my ass. Because I own all of you, don’t I? You’re mine. Say it.” Ryen shoved Dreyk’s ankles apart.
“I’m yours.”
Moments passed in silence but for the sound of their harsh breathing while Ryen greased the dildo.
“Say it again,” he said huskily.
The cold tip of the toy grazed Dreyk’s balls and slid up his crack. Ryen stuck the head of the dildo in Dreyk’s ass and waited. Dreyk nearly lost it.
“I’m yours. All yours, Ryen.”
“That’s right. Oh, that’s pretty, pet.” Ryen pushed the dildo in, all the way in. Past the initial discomfort and the tight ring of Dreyk’s sphincter. The toy continued until it was fully seated. “Stars, yes,” Ryen hissed and began fucking Dreyk with the toy. “I want to do this. To shove myself deep inside you. Does it feel as good as it looks?”
“Oh, oh... Fuck.” Dreyk couldn’t help humping the table while Ryen played with him. Every time that toy seated, it hit that bundle of nerves inside him readying him for climax. He was so damned close, but he wanted to come around Ryen. “Please.”
“You’re not going to come, are you? Because you serve me, don’t you?”
Slave. Serve. Submit. Dreyk’s arousal damped the room with scent.
“Fuck me,” Ryen whispered. “You’re going to have me spilling before I’m inside you.” Ryen pulled out the dildo and replaced it with something warmer. He pushed himself in, his girth thicker and fuller than the toy’s.
“Yes.” He shoved himself all the way in.
Dreyk felt Ryen’s sac graze his ass. “Take me, Master, all of me.” He was barely aware of his words, concentrating so fiercely on the burning pleasure in his ass. Ryen was huge, and his possession was so incredibly right.
“You called me ‘Master.’ Fuck, baby. I love you.” Ryen began fucking him, pounding without gentleness, but with the hard touch Dreyk needed. “Come while I take you. Show me your love.”
Dreyk groaned, unable to stop himself. At the words, he released his restraints. Ryen’s hands on his hips, his dick pummeling, stroking. The scent of their togetherness. He couldn’t handle any more.
“Ryen,” he shouted as he came, messing the table, his belly, hell, everything under him. He continued to shoot as Ryen’s strokes grew frenzied. Multiple orgasms, something he’d never before felt and didn’t assume he’d ever have, threw him into wainu.
He felt Ryen spend inside him, felt himself tense around his lover as he continued to come.
They remained locked for several minutes, each feeding the other’s climax to higher pleasure until neither one had the energy to do more than breathe.
“Oh my stars. Dreyk.” Ryen ran kisses over his neck and shoulders. He turned Dreyk’s head and met his lips. “I’m too heavy, but damn me, I can’t move.”
“You weigh more than the planet,” Dreyk said, working to catch his breath. “And I love it. I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard or for so long. I’m completely wrung dry.”
“Finally.”
They both groaned when Ryen withdrew, and they stood on shaky legs.
“Let’s go clean up,” Ryen suggested.
“Good idea.” Dreyk gently removed the clamps from Ryen, sucking the engorged nipples to ease the blood rush. When Ryen looked on the verge of passing out, they left the table.
Arm in arm, they made it into the lav, cleaned and dried each other, then stumbled into bed.
There, they wrapped their arms around each other. Dreyk woke hours later to find Ryen awake and staring down at him.
“What time is it?”
“We’ve been sleeping for a few hours.” Ryen stroked Dreyk’s chest with a large, callused hand. “You know, the other night when you came in me, I felt your shei. I felt it then. I feel it now.”
Dreyk woke fully as he sensed a hint of something wrong. “What does it feel like?”
“Like you. Like I have a part of you in me now, forever.”
“I’m glad. Because you’re a part of me as well. My lifeforce is tied to yours. I’ll never let you go.” Dreyk meant every word. Ryen wasn’t like the others. He had become as vital to Dreyk as breathing.
“We’re mated.” When Dreyk nodded, Ryen said, “I’m assuming we’re going to live together.”
Dreyk frowned. “Stupid question. Of course we are. We can stay here or move somewhere else if you want. But together.”
“Here is fine. Dreyk, I love you. I want to know about your likes and dislikes, about your time in the labs. Everything. Not now,” he said when Dreyk started to tell him. “I don’t want there to be secrets between us. Just truth.”
Dreyk nodded, relieved. “Just truth. So ask what’s on your mind.”
Ryen, the giant male who intimidated nearly all he came into contact with, squirmed when pressed with a question he didn’t want to answer.
“Ryen. Truth, remember?”
“Okay.” Ryen huffed. “I was just remembering what I said to you about Glaia. About what she’ll think the next time we share her.”
Dreyk considered him. “Is that what’s bothering you? You don’t want a third in our bed?”
“If I recall, you told me that as my master, you could share me if you wanted to.”
Dreyk felt Ryen’s hurt like his own. “I was screwing with you. Not literally. Oh, come on. You don’t seriously think I’m going to share my mate?” The thought of it had his Xema and Ebrellion instincts rising. He suddenly saw everything in thermal lines and could feel himself changing.
“Easy, easy. Okay, I misjudged that one.” Ryen nuzzled Dreyk’s cheek, and like that, Dreyk’s urge to explode out of control vanished. “Can’t say I’m not pleased by your reaction.”
“Drun.” Dreyk chuckled. “Yeah, I’m a possessive kind of guy. That doesn’t mean we can’t still share women between us if we have th
e urge. I won’t share you with another male. I can’t. But a woman’s different. She has things we don’t that I like to play with.”
Ryen grinned. “Like tits and pussy. I love eating pussy.”
“And watching you do that would make me hard in seconds.” It’s making me hard just thinking about it.
“Sharing a woman would be okay. I agree with you about males. When Rafe gets too near you, I get really angry, jealous I guess. But it’s different than the rages I used to have. I don’t feel that same anger anymore. I’m in control of myself.” Ryen sounded delighted by the fact.
“I’m happy for you. But Ryen,” Dreyk paused to look deeply into his lover’s beautiful eyes. “I like your anger. I love how pissy you get when you don’t always get your way. That’s part of who you are. I love that you’re a Creation. So don’t change all that much.”
Ryen smiled. “I don’t get pissy. Hell, I’m a man. I get pissed.” He laughed. “And speaking of manly... I called you ‘baby’ and ‘pet’ before and you loved it.”
Dreyk scowled. “I did not.”
“You did. So maybe we won’t have to go searching for a woman. I’ve got one right—”
“Here,” Dreyk ended after he broke off his punishing kiss. “Now go to sleep, baby. Because the night’s over. “
“The hell is it. Cuffs, X position, spread wide.”
Dreyk swore as Ryen scuttled out of the way, and his wrists and ankles spread wide on the bed. “You found the controller I take it,” he said wryly. The bastard must have put the cuffs on him while he slept. Nicely done.
“Hot damn. No wonder you didn’t want to give up the controller. You have any idea of how sexy that is? You under my control?” Ryen eased next to him. “Stars, I love you.”
“It’s all about control,” Dreyk agreed, swept away by Ryen’s kiss, his touch, his taste. “I love you, Ryen. Take me, mate. I’m yours.”
The End
Thank you for reading Ryen’s story! He and Dreyk are perfect for each other. But read on, because a sexy Ebrellion meets his match in Caging the Beast.
