Yet it was that storm in Ryen that gave Drekk hope. The violent Creations Drekk had encountered over the years wouldn’t hesitate to hurt others to relieve that pressing ache.
Ryen refused to take a female, worried for her safety. Such consideration spoke of his character even as it added to his burden. If he wouldn’t sate his needs, they’d grow. And they had. The Cortami barbarians should consider themselves lucky they’d only lost two of their number when Ryen could have easily killed them all.
It had taken strong pheromones along with the opiate he’d given Ryen to calm the male. Though Drekk didn’t want to presume, he thought perhaps his seed had done the same. Ryen certainly succumbed to passion quicker than Drekk would have thought, especially considering Ryen’s bias against same sex encounters. Then again, Ryen had need.
Drekk shifted to relieve some of the tension from his uncomfortable erection. Just thinking about Ryen aroused him. An irritating reaction, one he couldn’t remember ever having before, even with Master. What that man could do with restraints...
Shaking off such carnal thoughts, Drekk focused on his current mission. To make Ryen whole. To that end, Drekk needed patience. He would ease Ryen into his new life with kindness and understanding. After they talked about Ryen’s feelings, his needs and... Shit.
Who the hell was he kidding? That approach had failed dismally with Drekk. Why did he assume Ryen would respond well to niceties? The bastard had head-butted him, for stars sake.
Such violence, such hunger. Drekk knew well those feelings, which made him want to help Ryen all the more. He felt a kinship with the stubborn male because they were so much alike. He wanted badly to hold Ryen tight and soothe his aches, as much as he wanted to push him away as far as he could.
The memories, the violent urges that possessed Ryen lay buried in Drekk, as evidenced by his recent need to meditate. As hard as Drekk worked to exorcise those demons, they never quite disappeared, nor would they. Predisposed towards chaotic aggression, he struggled to overcome those ever-present tendencies. Working for Cheltam helped a lot.
Purpose, the need to protect and serve directed in an altruistic light made his life worth living.
Serving will help Ryen as well, if the stubborn lout will let me in. ‘Nice’ didn’t work with me.
No, but remember what did.
Drekk turned right at the next intersection, a new destination in mind. He exited the rover and entered the large, underground store with a goal. Bypassing the whips and rods, he lingered over the collars. He selected one and continued on, adding items as he imagined working on Ryen. Picking up a pair of magnecuffs, Drekk moved to a vast assortment of bright and shiny objects. It’s all about control, he remembered his Handler say as if it were yesterday. Which gave him a hell of an idea...
Chapter Three
Ryen groaned and rubbed his temples, a monster of a headache swamping him. He eased his legs off the bed—the bed? How the hell did I get into a bed? The last thing he remembered he’d engaged Drekk, finally, into a bloody fight. A glance down at himself showed no wounds at all.
“Must not have been that good of a fight.” Ryen rotated his arms and legs and rubbed his stomach. He felt fine, better than fine, in fact. His constant aches no longer bothered him.
For the first time in a long time, he felt strong, healthy, and surprisingly calm. Still, he couldn’t overlook the fact that he wore nothing but strange bands around his wrists and ankles in a room he’d never before seen.
He glanced around. Something about this place reminded him of the cells he’d been raised in on Eyra. Yet, the tidiness of his surroundings felt warm. Pictures of outlying planets and galaxies graced the walls. The surfaces in the room were clean without smelling of that hideous antiseptic always present in the labs.
Ryen stood and his headache vanished. No pain, neat quarters and the sense of peace?
Too good to be true. Wanting a weapon, Ryen searched but found nothing more than a locked armoire—one he couldn’t breach. Dammit. Not a hint of closet, lav, or anything else resembling a typical berthing quarters. Good thing I don’t have to take a piss.
Turning his attention to the bands, Ryen tried to remove them and found that he couldn’t. Frustrated, he again explored the room from top to bottom. Except for the armoire and the monster of a bed, there was nothing, which made no sense. Concentrating, Ryen finally spied a door that blended seamlessly into the blue-grey walls. Intent on escape, he reached the door as it opened.
A beautiful woman stared up at him in awe. “Drekk, you never mentioned how hot he was. Flor, look at those eyes.” Ryen moved back as she entered with Drekk on her heels.
His relief at seeing Drekk should have annoyed him, but for some reason it didn’t. Ryen waited for an explanation. What he got instead aroused him into a full-out hard-on.
“I brought you something to apologise for yesterday,” Drekk said in a gravelly voice.
At his words, the comely female began to strip out of her clothing. She had large breasts, full hips and a slightly rounded belly. Just the type Ryen normally avoided, afraid of hurting such softness.
The woman smiled and, bold as you please, took hold of Ryen’s cock. She massaged with such expertise he couldn’t doubt her occupation.
“Pleasurer,” he muttered, trying not to fall into a rut.
“Tenth class, baby.” She cupped his balls before she went down to her knees in front of him.
Tenth class meant expensive, and damned if she didn’t prove her worth.
“Glaia’s got a great mouth,” Drekk murmured as she sucked Ryen.
The whole situation felt surreal, moreso when Drekk removed his shirt and pants until he wore nothing but skin. His huge cock grew as Ryen stared.
“That’s hot, Glaia. Really good.” Drekk stroked himself as he watched them.
“Drekk?” Ryen moaned. “What’s this about?” The need to release his scent, to trap the female and Drekk close, pushed at him. For that reason, he held it tight. Control it, don’t let it control you.
The woman released his shaft and grinned. “Pleasure, baby. Come down to your knees for me.” She went down on all fours and waited, licking her lips.
Drekk nodded. “Trust me, Glaia doesn’t disappoint.” Not sure what the hell was going on, Ryen couldn’t deny his lust. On his knees, he waited with anticipation. The woman’s ruby-red lips parted as she took his length balls deep.
She knew just how hard to press him. The grip of her lips and the stroke of her tongue took the edge off, just what he needed. Then Drekk knelt behind her and desire rushed Ryen as he understood what Drekk meant to do. Unable to contain it, Ryen’s scent wrapped around the trio. The woman moaned and sucked harder. Drekk held his weeping cock, his eyes turning completely black as he inhaled. He watched Ryen as he nudged Glaia’s knees apart, angled himself, and pushed forward.
Ryen thought it the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Drekk’s massive cock disappeared inch by inch into Glaia’s pussy. Watching Drekk take Glaia gave him a sense of satisfaction Ryen was hard pressed to name. It was as if she bridged them together. Ryen had the incredible feeling that he was fucking Drekk, that if he pushed hard enough they might touch.
“Glaia likes it rough.” Drekk grunted, his gaze glued to Ryen’s. “Fuck her mouth, Ryen, don’t baby her.”
“Don’t want to hurt her,” he rasped, holding onto his control.
“Do it.” Drekk’s command, coupled with Glaia’s moan as she raked him with her teeth, shot his control all to hell.