Drekk scoffed. “You may be bigger, but I’m an alien. That definitely gives me rights when it comes to taking charge.” Drekk’s carefree attitude vanished. “I’m an alien. Fuck, Ryen. Talk about being an abomination.”
“What did you say?”
“Abomination. Do I need to spell it out for you?”
“Who called you that?” Ryen wanted to kill.
“I call myself that.”
“Well, don’t. I heard enough of it in Blue Rim. You’re a man who can heal, who can teleport and who gives the best head I’ve ever had.” Drekk snorted.
“You’re so much more than what they made of you, Drekk. You healed me.”
Drekk scooted off of Ryen’s lap and reversed their positions, seating Ryen over him. He positioned Ryen to straddle his hips, their faces a breath apart. “Did I help you? I’ve tied you to an abom—” he corrected himself. “To an alien for the rest of your life.”
“Yeah, well, I have anger issues. We can work on that.”Ryen smiled. “I think I might be cured from the uncontrollable urges. I didn’t kill the Ebrellions hanging in your apartment.
And my ride home with Erin wasn’t annoying or frustrating in the slightest. At least, it wasn’t until she told me I had a mate I knew nothing about.” Drekk groaned. “How long are you going to hold that over my head?” Ryen reached down and smoothed the cum from Drekk’s ass over Drekk’s cock. A spark lit Drekk’s gaze and he helped, grabbing Ryen to lower him slowly over his erection.
Fully seated, Ryen answered him on a groan. “You’ll be hearing it until I’m done reminding you of it. For the rest of your life, I’d say. We need to work on your control issues as well. Let’s fuck a few more times to see if our mating took.” He rode his lover for a few heart-shattering strokes, then paused. “I still haven’t heard the words.”
“Can’t you feel what I feel? I love you so much,” Drekk moaned and threw his head back as Ryen sank down and rose over him time and time again. He wrapped a hand around Ryen’s cock while Ryen controlled their pace, and it wasn’t long before Ryen climaxed into bliss. The moon rose high while they made love. Two men Created for each other under the stars. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, until Ryen woke remembering he’d had someplace to be tonight.
Chapter Eleven
Ryen smashed his fist into the burglar’s face with just enough force to knock him unconscious. Not too creative, but at least he hadn’t killed the bastard, Drekk thought.
The half dozen criminals still standing stared in confusion. Ryen fought them in front of an audience. Cheltam, Erin and Drekk drank while they watched and traded comments from the corner of the seediest bar in Four Walls.
“That’s it?” Drekk asked. Ryen’s glare was all he needed. Like clock-work, his dick spiked.
“Considering he’s only taken out half their number without a casualty, I’d say he’s on the right track.” Rafe nodded at Ryen to continue and ordered another round for the table.
“I don’t know,” Erin said as four Mardu launched themselves at Ryen. “I think he’s getting sloppy. He would have had this mess cleaned up in no time in the old days.” Drekk snorted. “Erin, in ‘the old days’ he’d have had this mess dead. I think he’s using considerable restraint.” Pride was his constant companion around Ryen. Tall, dark and handsome, with a new, more relaxed attitude, Ryen drew men and women to him with ease.
Only the dim-witted ever thought they could take him in a fight.
“Look, are we done here? Do I really have to beat up every single idiot in this stupid gang to prove myself?”Ryen drawled as he punched another man in the face. This one looked less like a burglar and more like an enforcer. He was huge, yet still went down like a sack of rocks by a distracted Ryen.
“Who you callin’ an idiot?” one of them snarled and withdrew a pistol.
It vanished in an instant, vaporized out of his hand by a laser held by a hulking, familiar male that set Drekk’s teeth on edge. Tarn stood right next to his chair, way too close considering the alien could teleport stars-knew-where through that damned void.
“My bar, my rules. You are an idiot, Tolner. To you, my large friend,” he said to Ryen.
“I appreciate you not destroying more of my bar than you could have.” Tarn spoke easily, as if an Ebrellion appearing in Mardu was commonplace.
“Sure thing.” Ryen tensed, alerting Drekk all was about to go to hell. Drekk narrowed his eyes and shook his head when Ryen would have gone for Tarn’s throat.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Tarn smiled down at their table. “I didn’t introduce myself. The name is Tarn. I just moved to Mardu from the outer rims. Nasty lot out there. Really uncivilised.”
“Yeah, so they say,” Rafe said, studying Tarn closely. “You look familiar. Where have I seen you before?”
“I’ve been around, Cheltam. This must be your lovely wife, Erin.” Tarn nodded his head in respect but made no move to approach her.
Rafe eased a bit, but Drekk remained on full alert. What the hell was Tarn doing? His bar?
“Ryen you’ve met,” Rafe introduced. “This is Drekk, my other enforcer. “ Humour glinted in Tarn’s surprisingly normal gaze. His eyes were a dark green and showed no hint of the inner lid of the Ebrellions. “Drekk. I’ve heard good things about you. Felicitations on your mate.”
“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 in my family, and my parents are dying for younglings.”
Erin grinned. “Yeah. I’m dying for a few myself.” Rafe groaned and Drekk stifled a grin.
“Maybe Ryen and I could spread the word,” Drekk offered, meaning to look into Tarn’s presence immediately.
Rest assured, Drekk. 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 in fact put here by my superiors to make sure that doesn’t happen again, Drekk heard in his mind.
“Your help would be much appreciated.” Tarn walked towards 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. I believe you wish to keep your origins a secret? he sent Drekk, who subtly nodded. As do I.
“He didn’t.” Drekk coughed to clear his dry throat. He swallowed another mouthful of ale. “I can vouch for his contacts, but I’ll also be keeping a close eye on him, 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 back into the murky shanty he called a bar.
“That was weird,” Erin said.
“Yeah.” Rafe glanced at Drekk, then Ryen. “But if you’re vouching for him...?”
“I am,” Drekk answered.
“That’s good enough for me.” He shrugged. “Ryen, you passed. You’re in. You could use a little technique on your wristlock, though. You broke three of their wrists.”
“And?”