Creations Collection 2: sci fi alien romance

by Marie Harte

  “Time for a change.” Ryen entered unannounced, wearing nothing more than the damned collar and his bands. Naked. So much glorious flesh.

  The real crux of annoyance Dreyk didn’t want to deal with.

  This lust for Ryen was growing out of control. Due to his construct, Dreyk fought against constant desire. Normally, he willed the feeling away, satisfied it with a skilled pleasurer, or buried it deep in the violence of his missions for Rafe. But with Ryen around, his libido wouldn’t quit.

  Dreyk shifted against the discomfort of his aching balls and sat up. Some master he turned out to be, ruled by his cock.

  He stared helplessly at Ryen’s conditioned frame, focusing on the pert nipples begging for clamps. On the ridged abdomen his fingers itched to touch. And lower, on that large, growing shaft he could still feel spurting in his mouth...

  “Problem?” Ryen crossed his arms, the sight of the magnecuffs an obvious reminder of what Dreyk had done to secure Ryen’s presence.

  A welling of rage took Dreyk by surprise, because he knew his anger stemmed not from this situation, but from the fact that he still needed to force Ryen’s compliance. Without those cuffs, Ryen would leave without a backward glance.

  Dreyk faced a hard truth he’d wanted to ignore. He needed Ryen’s full acceptance. Not for Ryen’s sake, but for his own. The more time he spent around the maddening Creation, the longer he not only lusted after him, but cared for him.

  Ryen’s gentleness the past few days added another facet to his intriguing personality. When Ryen acted so tender, Dreyk wondered if he was truly as damaged as he at first had appeared. And if he wasn’t, then Dreyk had no real reason to keep him here.

  “Roll over,” Ryen said to break the silence.

  Dreyk frowned. “On my belly? Why?”

  “So I can see the last bandage on your back. You might not believe it, but the threll toxin really affected your wound. It healed and reopened several times over the past few days. Nasty stuff.” Ryen waited with a patience not in keeping with his character.

  And that made Dreyk wary. “I can take care of it myself.” He felt much better, though his back still twinged. His front twinged as well, especially when he caught Ryen’s pheromones floating around the room. “Cut it out.”

  “What?” Ryen frowned. “You hurting?” he asked gruffly.

  Yeah, I’m hard as hell. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge. I said I can handle it. Now go get me something to eat. And none of that grainy shit. I want some meat.”

  The bastard had the audacity to smile when three days ago he’d been scowling at anything with a pulse. “Yes, Sir. I’m here to serve.”

  Why the hell does he keep calling me Sir? He’s acting anything but submissive. That blow job before I left must have really done the trick. So why do I feel like I’m missing something here? Dreyk studied Ryen, wishing he could read minds. Ryen’s actions didn’t fit with the hard, unstable warrior he’d left behind.

  Ryen turned, that glorious ass begging a second look. Dreyk froze, because he swore he saw something between Ryen’s ass cheeks.

  The blood still in his head rushed straight to his groin. He suddenly had to see his toy collection hidden in the armoire. Ryen made sounds in the dining area outside. No time like the present. Just as he’d reached his feet, and the dizziness had run its course, Ryen returned.

  “Stubborn drun,” Ryen murmured and forced Dreyk back into bed.

  “I can get up if I want to,” Dreyk snapped.

  “No, you can’t.”

  “Who’s in charge here?”

  “You are,” Ryen answered without missing a beat. “I’d be remiss in serving my master if I let him harm himself, whatever the hell his intentions.”

  “I’m not going to harm myself, you ass. I wanted to—” I wanted to see if you have my favorite toy shoved up your ass, which is ridiculous. Both times I forced you to come, seduced you past reason. Why the hell would you want it now?

  “Yes?”

  Dreyk felt foolish. “I, ah, need to use the lav.”

  “I’ll help you.”

  “No,” Dreyk protested as Ryen lifted him in his arms. They reached the outer door of the lav just as Dreyk recalled his ability to speak. He did his best to ignore the feel of Ryen’s smooth yet battle-hardened skin, to quell the ache in his balls.

  “Put me down. Now.” Dreyk drenched the room in scent.

  Ryen tightened his arms before letting Dreyk slide down his hot, hard body.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to…hold you?” Ryen licked his lips, focusing on Dreyk’s mouth.

  Dreyk fixated on Ryen’s shallow breathing, racing heartbeat, and steely cock. Moisture beaded at the tip of Ryen’s shaft, clear arousal he magnified by adding his tempting scent. Hell, he wants this as much as I do.

  Fuck it. “Ryen, turn around.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Dreyk couldn’t put his finger on it, but he sensed a subtle relaxation in Ryen’s frame, much like a slave’s willingness to submit. “Bend over,” he growled.

  When Ryen did, the sight shook Dreyk’s foundation.

  His favorite toy, a bright yellow dildo, was buried up to its length in Ryen’s ass.

  “When did you decide to play with this?” Dreyk asked in a hoarse voice he had no way of controlling.

  “I live to serve,” Ryen murmured, still bent over. Without being asked to, he spread his legs wider. His plump sac begged to be touched.

  “You live to serve who, Ryen?” Dreyk cupped Ryen’s balls, fascinated at their hardness. He eyed the dildo, trying to figure out what to do.

  “I serve you, Sir,” Ryen rasped.

  “Why did you use this? Did I give you permission to touch my toys?”

  Ryen said nothing. His breathing grew heavier as Dreyk played with his balls. Such taut, firm globes. So tight, so needful.

  “Did you touch yourself, Ryen? Did you practice as I told you to before I left?”

  “No, Sir.” Ryen groaned and pushed back into Dreyk’s hand.

  He’s calling me Sir. Willingly. Just what the hell had he missed while he’d been out of it?

  “Turn around.” He waited for Ryen to straighten and face him. Heavy-lidded eyes stared back at him, blatantly begging for instruction. “Get on your knees.”

  Ryen fell to his knees, staring up at Dreyk. Waiting.

  “Suck me off.”

  Ryen took Dreyk balls-deep to the back of his throat.

  Dreyk sank his fingers into Ryen’s hair, lost in the pleasure. “By the stars, Ryen. Have you been practicing this?”

  As much as he’d watched Ryen flaunt his nude body, it was nothing compared to his fantasies while asleep. He couldn’t breathe for want of sex with Ryen. Full sexual contact, anal penetration, oral, whatever and whenever. Dreyk felt as if he’d reached the end of his patience, which made no sense. In this training relationship, he was supposed to be the dominant, Ryen his submissive.

  Yet here, now, Ryen was in charge with that persuasive tongue. Those firm lips gave no quarter as they hugged Dreyk’s shaft. Over and around his crown, laving the sensitive underside of Dreyk’s cock with long, sweeping licks that made Dreyk’s vision blur.

  Ryen cupped Dreyk’s balls and ran his fingers over Dreyk’s ass and along his crack. Without asking, he nudged between Dreyk’s ass cheeks.

  “Ryen,” Dreyk warned in a throaty whisper.

  Ryen groaned and released Dreyk from his mouth. “Sir, turn around,”

  “No.”

  “I want to do this.”

  “I’m telling you—”

  “Please.”

  Shaken from Ryen’s touch and wishing to hell he wasn’t, Dreyk gave up this particular fight and turned around, facing the wall.

  “Brace yourself, Sir,” Ryen said silkily.

  Dreyk leaned a forearm against the wall and allowed Ryen to spread his legs wider, unable to fight his pressing needs.

  “That’s it,” Ryen soothed, no longer s
ubservient. No matter how many times he called Dreyk Sir, the truth was in the doing.

  13

  Dreyk felt better realizing Ryen hadn’t changed all that much. The conniver thought to disarm Dreyk with sex and a false servitude. “You’re going to be punished, you know that,” he warned, eagerly anticipating such discipline.

  “I can’t wait,” Ryen said on a chuckle that soon faded. Pressing his mouth closer, Ryen breathed over Dreyk’s asshole.

  Dreyk’s body locked up tight, his need impossible to keep to himself, and he moaned.

  He heard Ryen chuckle. And then Ryen was there, licking his asshole. Rimming the sensitive flesh, he used his talented tongue to stir Dreyk into a frenzy.

  “Mmm, so good,” Ryen murmured as he thrust his tongue into Dreyk’s hole.

  It had been such a long time since Dreyk had allowed anyone to breach him there. A small touch of a pleasurer’s finger, perhaps. But no real penetration. In spite of the few partners he’d formed relationships with, he’d never felt right allowing another to claim his ass.

  The doing would feel too intimate, stealing into that small reserve Dreyk held from the rest of world. That he allowed Ryen there told him to be careful. Because only Ryen could reduce Dreyk to desperate need.

  Dreyk squirmed, desperate to come. He arched his hips, needing relief when he wanted to be shoving deep inside Ryen. Ryen thrust his tongue deeper and reached around to grip Dreyk’s cock. The pleasure was all for Dreyk, for an unworthy master who couldn’t command his servant’s obedience.

  It nearly killed him, but Dreyk called on every bit of inner strength he possessed. “No, stop.” He layered the room in scent. Need drove him. But he’d be damned if he’d let Ryen take charge. If he gave in now, he’d be proving his weakness. “Stop it, Ryen.”

  Ryen finally ceased, his loud breathing mingling with Dreyk’s in the silence.

  Beyond caring about the way he’d wanted to go about taking Ryen, Dreyk forced his frustration inward and sought a hold on his tamped fury. He took a deep breath, turned around, and shoved his hands in Ryen’s hair. “Open your mouth.”

  “Yes,” Ryen hissed.

  Not waiting a second more, Dreyk pushed his cock past Ryen’s parted lips. He held Ryen by the hair as he fucked his mouth, staring into the other male’s eyes as he did so. Energy flowed between them, shoving Dreyk into the swell of passion cresting near.

  To see such a large, powerful male on his knees sucking him down gave Dreyk a huge, addicting thrill. To know it was Ryen, a male he needed in ways he couldn’t explain, made him yearn for so much more. I have to take him every way. I have to come all over him, to mark him as mine.

  “First your mouth,” Dreyk breathed as he exploded.

  Ryen swallowed it all, and Dreyk realized Ryen held as tightly to Dreyk’s ass as Dreyk held to Ryen’s head. Finally letting go, Dreyk watched Ryen suck him down, licking and stroking his semi-hard cock with his tongue.

  “So good,” Ryen moaned, his face flushed with unfulfilled arousal.

  “It’ll get better.” Dreyk caught his breath and drew Ryen to his feet. “Turn around and bend over that table.” He followed Ryen a few steps to his right. Staring at Ryen’s ass, Dreyk pulled out the dildo until only the head of it remained inside. “How does it feel in you?”

  “Tight. Dreyk!” Ryen yelled when Dreyk shoved it back in, hard. “So fucking good.”

  “That’s right. But it’s not as thick as my cock.” Which was growing harder as he worked Ryen. The lust for Ryen was all-consuming and not normal, at all. “When I shove inside you, you’ll hurt. I’m thick and long, and this thing in your ass is just a toy. But if feels good stretching you, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” Ryen breathed.

  “Why did you put it in?”

  “I wanted to get ready for you.”

  His words stopped Dreyk. “Why?”

  Ryen groaned. “Please, don’t stop.” A pause. “Sir.”

  Dreyk worked him again and reached around, grabbing Ryen’s slick cock with a possessive hand. Pre-cum slithered down the shaft, making it an easy pleasure to get Ryen off.

  He whispered, “Imagine what it will feel like when I’m digging inside you. Fucking you hard while you jerk yourself off. I’ll come inside you, bathing you with my seed.” His own breath came faster as his erection returned.

  “Oh yeah. Do it. Fuck me, now.”

  Dreyk wanted to. Stars, how he wanted to. But their interaction worried him enough to hold back. Hell, he’d imagined marking Ryen. A Xema trait to claim a mate. Considering both Dreyk and Ryen held rare Xema blood in them, marking Ryen would have mated them in truth. A scary situation when Dreyk still wasn’t sure if he could handle being around the volatile male all the time. Already, Ryen eroded Dreyk’s control over his baser impulses.

  “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Not before.” Dreyk shoved the dildo in harder, and Ryen cursed. Roughly jerking Ryen’s cock, Dreyk applied more pressure. Nothing soft or tender about this taking. Brute force and animalistic need, something he knew Ryen needed.

  He let Ryen feel his erection, brushing it against Ryen’s ass while he fucked him with the dildo.

  “I’m gonna come,” Ryen warned.

  “Do it. All over my hand.” Dreyk felt the hot fluid over his hand and continued to milk Ryen’s seed as he shoved the dildo home and kept it there.

  His own arousal proved annoying. Not wanting desire to rule him, Dreyk accepted what he felt and left it alone, more than ready to show Ryen who was really in charge.

  Ryen gasped, trying to catch his breath.

  “It was good, wasn’t it? But not as good as it’s going to be.” Dreyk pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside. He teased Ryen with his dick, pushing its tip into Ryen’s ass. Ryen froze. “Imagine me splitting you open when I ram inside you. Because once I have you, I’ll keep taking you whenever and wherever I please. You’ll be mine to fuck, mine to share if I please.”

  Ryen glanced over his shoulder, confusion on his face.

  Finally, a reaction other than acceptance. The possibility of conflict made Dreyk feel better. Maybe with Ryen’s help, he could resist mating. “Now go into the lav and clean yourself up. When you’re done, I expect you on that bed on your back. And I will find the controller to the magnecuffs, so don’t even think about anything cute. Stand up.”

  Ryen straightened and wobbled on his legs. Dreyk wondered how adjusted Ryen had actually been to the anal toy and felt a small measure of guilt that he hurriedly tucked away. He’d nearly lost control. The past few days were bad enough while Dreyk was forced to rely on Ryen’s strength. But he’d proven himself today.

  Dreyk had sexually dominated Ryen. A step in the right direction if Ryen were to truly heal and accept his passive tendencies. Ryen needed to submit, so why did Ryen actually doing so make Dreyk want to run in the other direction?

  Because you want him no matter what he really needs. You’ve finally found someone you want to keep all for yourself. It scares you because you’re not as in control of yourself as you want to be. He’s not like all the others. With Ryen, you’ll lose the wall around yourself keeping the world safe from what you really are. Abomination...

  Dreyk stepped back. “Clean yourself and return to me when you’re ready for some guidance.” Dreyk smirked, but instead of the anger he expected to see from Ryen, he received a quiet nod before Ryen did what he’d been told.

  Dreyk sat as soon as Ryen left, his hands at his throbbing temples. What the fuck is going on around here? Glaring at his engorged cock, he shook his head. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  Ryen waited until the lav door closed behind him before he sagged against the wall. Dear space, he’d come so hard. His dick still pulsed, and his asshole puckered, waiting for another taste of Dreyk’s cock.

  He’d never imagined sex to be so satisfying.

  “I don’t hear any water in there.” Dreyk yelled through the door.

  Ryen yelled back, “I�
��m getting there. Just using the facilities.” A good idea he took advantage of before stepping into the cleansing feature. While he stood under a burst of water and solar rays, Ryen wondered if Dreyk might catch on to Ryen’s real agenda.

  While helping Dreyk the past few days, Ryen had learned something astonishing about himself. He loved caring for Dreyk. Taking care of the stubborn male was different than taking care of Anin, Ryen’s vulnerable sister.

  Though at first incapacitated, Dreyk had wakened with his strength returned. A hardy male who had the discipline to control not only himself, Drake had taken on a horde of Ebrellions. In defeating so many, Dreyk had unconsciously wormed his way through Ryen’s safeguards.

  Now, the thought of submitting to Dreyk didn’t bother Ryen in the slightest. If anything, Ryen burned for the opportunity to bend over and be taken. He wanted nothing more than to feel Dreyk’s dick deep inside him, controlling him with whatever means his master deemed necessary.

  Ryen quivered with desire and a satisfaction bordering on ecstasy. Finally. That missing part of himself, that frustrated void had been filled. Dreyk’s scent, body, and soul called out to Ryen on every level. It was with sheer will that Ryen pretended to remain aloof, not wanting to show Dreyk how easy he’d find the taking.

  Though Ryen needed to submit, he also needed to fulfil what Dreyk needed. Dreyk wanted to conquer by seduction. He didn’t want an easy, too-willing partner. No, Ryen’s lover needed a challenge.

  Ryen took the controller out of his hiding spot behind the soap collector and removed his magnecuffs with a small ping. He kept his collar on, a soothing reminder of where he belonged. To his strong, sensitive yet domineering new master.

  The need to submit took away his anger, but Ryen wondered if that meant he’d always be free from violent rages, from the desire to kill. He tugged at his collar, wanting to feel at ease. To not worry that anytime he faced a possible threat he’d go off the deep end. Experiencing love in whatever guise it came to him would be a welcome change from panic attacks and the terror of harming an innocent.