“It’s okay, Drekk. You’re good, man.” Rafe continued to murmur the words but kept still, sensing that the smallest movement might send Drekk over the edge. Minutes passed while Drekk fought himself. Slowly, steadily, the tension in the room faded and his features returned to normal.
The door to the study banged open and Ryen stormed inside. As if nothing had happened, the remaining energy surrounding Drekk disappeared.
Ryen latched onto Drekk’s arms and pulled him close. “What the hell’s going on?”His words were rough, but his touch was not.
Rafe thought it interesting that for all Drekk’s protests, the moment Ryen had returned he calmed. “Tell me this, Drekk.”
Drekk turned, wary.
“You felt wainu?”
“Ryen.” Erin stomped into the room. “I was right in the middle of a discussion about the cellar’s hidden entrances.” A look at Drekk had her pausing. “Drekk? Are you okay?” Drekk shook his head. “Fine. I’m fine.” He cleared his throat and stepped back from Ryen, who frowned. “Rafe was just telling me about a mission for Ryen. I think the time has come.”
“Answer the question,” Rafe insisted, knowing the importance wainu suggested.
“Yes, dammit.”
Ryen scowled and placed himself between Drekk and Rafe.
“Oh, this is just great.” Erin huffed and put her hands on her hips. “Ryen and I were having a wonderful conversation and then we come back to find a testosterone war. Everyone just back down.” She emitted a light scent into the air that relaxed Rafe in no time.
To his bemusement, one of the others covered her scent with his own. Drekk took a step towards Ryen before he recovered himself. Ryen’s scent, apparently.
“Sorry, Erin. That won’t work. He’s mine.” Ryen sat Drekk down next to him in a chair and covered Drekk’s hand with his own. “Now Rafe, about this mission?” Erin didn’t do more than smile, which alerted Rafe to the fact she knew about the pair.
“Rafe, the mission?” she prodded.
Rafe took his gaze from Drekk’s and Ryen’s clasped hands. “And to think I worried about your lack of control,” he said to Ryen. “There’s a small burglary ring in the southern sector of Four Walls. I want you to take them down tonight. This is for Cheltam, to reinforce our presence. Not for the peacemakers.”
Drekk gripped Ryen’s hand before sliding free. “No need to keep everything nice and legal?” He smiled. It was strained, but there all the same.
Seeing it, Ryen grinned, his attraction suddenly apparent. Rafe didn’t realise he’d been staring until Erin tugged his hair.
“Ow.”
“Just remember who you belong to.”
Rafe flushed. “Gimme a break, baby. They’re guys.”
“Doesn’t seem to matter much,” Drekk said with a steamy look at Ryen. “Whatever went into Erin’s genetic make-up went into Ryen too. I can only imagine Anin is running her rescuers ragged as well.”
“You saying I’m running you ragged?” Ryen asked in a throaty voice.
Drekk coughed. “Rafe, how about you give us some details on this mission?” Rafe quickly did, glad to change the subject. By the time he’d finished, he was more than ready to see to his wife’s less than subtle hints to leave. If she ran her fingers over his scalp and down his neck one more time...
She did.
“Meeting adjourned.” He stood and hoisted the naughty woman over his shoulder. She knew how much he liked being petted that way. Since she normally followed that caress with a journey down his body to his willing and hungry cock, he expected she knew the reaming she was in for. Her throaty chuckled told him so. “I expect a full report tomorrow.” He slapped her ass and headed for the bedroom.
Drekk stared at the doorway and watched it slide closed. Before he could move, Ryen was on him. He knelt between Drekk’s thighs and growled at Drekk to be still. Ryen had Drekk’s trousers open, his cock freed and surrounded by his hot, wet mouth in less than a minute.
“Fuck, Ryen. What’s this about?”
Ryen lifted his head and said, “I don’t know. I just couldn’t stand him being in here with you while I was with Erin,” he rasped. “I have to taste you right now.” Desperate to feel Ryen as well, Drekk helped ease his boots and trousers off and spread his legs wide in the chair. Ryen immediately found his balls and massaged them.
“Yes,” Drekk hissed as Ryen took him deep into his throat. “That’s it, Ryen. Suck it down.”
Ryen groaned and licked at his slit. He continued to fondle Drekk’s sack with one hand and with the other shoved a finger up Drekk’s ass. Then he added a second finger, stretching him.
“More,” Drekk pleaded, oblivious of his duty to master Ryen. He could only respond to his feelings. The emotions that threatened, once again, to run free. Yet with Ryen, the urge to change was smothered under waves of passion.
Ryen used his teeth on the underside of Drekk’s shaft. “That’s it. Give over,” Ryen said and licked up and down Drekk’s cock. “Come in me,” he urged and sucked harder. He rammed his fingers in Drekk’s hole and greedily lapped up the cum spurting in his mouth.
“Oh, yes, yes, Ryen,” Drekk groaned and gripped his hair, thrusting harder.
As soon as Drekk spent, Ryen stood on shaky legs. He was so huge against his trousers that Drekk knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over. Blinking up at him with a lazy smile of thanks, he said, “Put your cock in my mouth.” Ryen hastily removed his trousers and standing, straddled Drekk’s thighs. Drekk scooted down in the chair and met Ryen’s turgid shaft. At the touch of his lips over the sensitive flesh, Ryen sighed his need.
Drekk licked him up and down, sucking his crown as he toyed with the soft head, nibbling and tonguing his slit in time with Ryen’s breathy groans. His desperate thrusts and tight balls suggested he neared the edge. Wanting the large male to lose control, Drekk suddenly engulfed Ryen’s shaft, taking him to the back of his throat as he raked him with his teeth.
On a yell, Ryen exploded and shot his load. Drekk swallowed every drop, addicted to Ryen’s scent and taste.
Trembling in the aftermath, Ryen stroked Drekk’s hair. Choosing to join Ryen in wainu, Drekk sensed Ryen’s feelings.
Ryen continued to run his fingers through Drekk’s hair, marvelling at its softness which so contrasted with the rough warrior sucking him dry. The warrior he couldn’t help but love—
Understanding more than he wanted to, Drekk broke from the blissful plane. His mate loved him. Such acceptance, such incredible caring in Ryen for the male he thought was Drekk. The dam Drekk barely managed to keep in place broke. That need he’d locked deep inside him for hundreds of years threatened to cause all sorts of chaos if he couldn’t control it.
“Stars, Drekk,” Ryen said when he could collect himself enough to speak “That was—”
“Just what I needed. Thanks,” Drekk said gruffly. He stood and hurriedly dressed in silence, ignoring Ryen’s confusion. Always before Drekk added some type of affectionate hugging or touching after sex. But this time, he couldn’t, not and remain separate from the male eroding his self control.
His palms itched and his eyesight suddenly went thermal. He saw heat signatures instead of colour, scaring him. Not again. Destruction, chaos...
“Now what?” Ryen asked quietly.
“Now we get you ready for tonight,” he forced out. And I work on not turning into a hellish Creation needing to be put down. Why the hell is this happening to me? Why won’t it go away?
Ryen said nothing.
“What?”
“Why won’t you look at me?”