“You want more, honey?” Happy to oblige, Ryen fucked her mouth as hard as Drekk pounded into her. Like a well-oiled machine, they took her in a rhythm that soon had them tensing with approaching climax.
Drekk groaned. “Milk it, Glaia. That’s it. Oh yeah, I’m coming.” To his surprise, Ryen was too. Watching Drekk tense and spill pushed him into doing the same. He shouted as he filled Glaia’s mouth to overflowing. She greedily drank what she could of him and climaxed several times before he withdrew.
“Glaia’s stimulated by seed,” Drekk said thickly. “She likes a lot of cum.” Drekk pulled out, his dick shiny and thick. He blinked hard at Ryen before shoving back into her, thrusting in and out. “Damn, Ryen. I think I’m coming again. That scent...” Ryen released a tremendous amount of pheromone into the air, wanting to see it happen. To his delight, Drekk pulled out of Glaia and shot all over her back.
The urge to lean over Glaia, to smell, touch and taste the essence of Drekk felt too compelling to resist.
Even as he knew he should be repulsed by such thoughts, Ryen leaned forward and rubbed Drekk’s cum into Glaia’s back. She arched and purred like a kitten. Ryen experienced the same contentment, which surprised him. Normally it took several females, one after another or all-together, to relieve his urges. This day it took one pleasurer...and Drekk’s company.
He stared down at his sticky hand rubbing Glaia’s back and stilled. What the hell am I doing? Yanking his gaze to Drekk as he wiped his hand on his stomach, he saw that Drekk appeared mesmerised by the action.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Drekk asked, his voice low and seductive.
“So good,” Glaia moaned as Drekk withdrew and helped her to her feet. He showed her to the hidden lav. When he turned around, he and Ryen shared silence.
“I guess I should thank you.” Ryen didn’t know what to think. What did Drekk mean by sharing this woman for sex? And why couldn’t Ryen tear his gaze from the male?
Between Drekk’s impressive cock and his sparkling grey eyes, Ryen couldn’t look away.
“You’re welcome.”
“Right.”Ryen clenched and unclenched his fists. “So how the hell did I get here? What are these bands?” He held his wrists out to Drekk.
“You’re at my place. After I soundly trounced your ass yesterday, I felt bad.” He winked at Ryen. Mr. Stoic winked. “I brought you back here and knocked you out.”
“Yeah, with some kind of scent. Some knock-out drug? What did you use on me?”
“My secret.”
Drekk’s cock, amazingly, swelled again. Ryen’s responded in kind, and he wondered if all male Creations had the same drive. Embarrassed by Drekk’s sly grin, he turned and paced, willing his mind away from Drekk—from sex.
“I want my clothes back. I have to go.”
Drekk sat on the bed and lay back, his hands behind his head. “Why?”
“Why? There’s no why. I want to go.” The thought of imprisonment was enough to spike his adrenaline, ruining the peace he’d just experienced. “You can’t keep me here.” Drekk sighed. “Ryen, you killed two of those barbarians last night. I had to dance around their overlord to prevent him from seeking Barbarian justice. So think about what you’re rushing out to do. This is all new to you, your freedom. And it’s precious. You don’t want to lose it before you can appreciate it, do you?”
“No.” Ryen opened his senses but caught nothing more than Drekk’s willingness to help him. “I want to remain free. What I don’t understand is why you’re helping me.” Drekk glanced at the door to the lav before he answered. “Someone once helped me, and I’m trying to return the favour. You don’t know how many ‘friends’ I’ve had to put down because they wouldn’t take my help. Out of control, they were a danger to themselves and everyone around them. You know what that’s like.” Ryen didn’t want to understand. He didn’t know what he might have said had Glaia not exited the lav. Drekk rolled off the bed and escorted her to the door. He whispered something in her ear that had her laughing and looking back at Ryen.
“Bye, handsome. Anytime you want more fun, you come to Sacha’s at the quad and ask for me.” Glaia sighed. “Yummy.”
Drekk paused with her at the door and said to Ryen, “Wait here for me. Please?” Ryen should have demanded to leave. Should have pushed past Drekk given the opportunity. “Don’t make me wait long,” he growled, wondering why he stayed.
Smiling, Drekk escorted Glaia away.
Ryen waited with a patience that pleased him. He might be annoyed with Drekk for so many unanswered questions, but he couldn’t fault the man’s attempt to apologise.
Glaia had one helluva mouth.
Drekk returned to find the bedroom empty. A noise from the lav answered that question. Sated and pleased with Glaia’s visit, Drekk pressed a few buttons on his hidden control panel. The bedroom engineered two chairs, a dresser and unlocked the armoire.
Drekk pulled Ryen’s clothing from his bottom drawer and set out something for the male to wear.
Then, taking a deep breath, he walked into the lav. The sight of Ryen’s face titled up, his eyes closed as water and solar rays bathed him from head to toe, stoked Drekk’s lust into a roar. Which made no sense considering he’d climaxed twice not minutes ago.
Tamping down his lust—which he thankfully found easy to handle—he held onto his pheromones and waited for Ryen to finish. Much as he would have liked to join the male in the shower, he didn’t think Ryen was ready for that yet. A glance at Ryen’s cuffs had him grinning. Not ready yet, but soon.
“You going to stare at me all day?” Ryen asked, his eyes still closed.
“Just until you get your tight ass out of my shower. I’m a little sticky.” Drekk swore Ryen blushed. “Glaia’s good, hmm?”
“Yeah.” Ryen said nothing more and left the shower. Drekk handed him a towel, deliberately grazing Ryen’s fingers as he did so. The short frown on Ryen’s face satisfied him.
“I’ll be right out. Clothes are on the bed for you. You have the run of the house, but I’d ask you not to leave until we talk.” The first test. He’d left the bedroom door open. He’d also programmed the cuffs not to move past the front and rear entrances of his domicile. The windows had also been magnetically sealed.
Ryen nodded as he dried himself, then left the lav.
Drekk wondered how difficult today would prove. A new game plan, outstanding sex, Ryen’s compliance...
“Controlling asshole,” roared from the other room.
So much for compliance. Sighing, Drekk took his time in the lav. After drying and dressing, he left his bedroom. In the outer room staring out one of two large, laser-proof windows, he found Ryen clad in the clothes he’d laid out for him—trousers and a thin white sleeveless shirt. Annoyance, not fury, darkened Ryen’s beautiful eyes to a midnight blue.
“Why am I a prisoner here when you told me I wouldn’t be?” So sexy when riled. Drekk walked past him to the dining area, aware that by giving his back to Ryen he showed a measure of trust. Thankfully, Ryen didn’t attack, which meant that sex had a remarkable effect on the male. So far so good.
“Are you hungry?”
Ryen glared. “Yeah.”
“Two glar steaks, frell and blan juice.” Drekk waited for the processor to work. “I feel just like my Creator when I order breakfast.”
Ryen blinked in surprise, then gifted Drekk with a rare smile.
The processor finished and Drekk took Ryen’s plate and his own to the table by the second window. “Grab the drinks, would you?”