by Marie Harte
Be it a male or female, Ryen wanted the intimacy. Though to be honest, lately his desire catered toward a specific man. Thanks to Dreyk, the thought of a same-sex union no longer bothered him. On the contrary, Ryen had a hard time remembering how good it felt to be buried in a woman. A part of him even wanted to feel Dreyk’s ass all around him while he pumped the male full of seed.
Groaning at yet another hard-on needing relief, Ryen turned off the shower and dried himself. He left the lav with the towel around his waist, only to find Dreyk holding nipple clamps and a paddle.
Stars, I want this male more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.
His master had a menacing grin on his face, the meanness back in full effect.
With a lusty sigh, Ryen straightened to his full height and gave Dreyk the fight he’d been looking for since he’d woken this afternoon.
“Hey Dreyk. I have to hand it to you, you taste really good. But as far as the penetration part of this... What say we fight to see who gets it up the ass and who gives it? I’d like to hear the word ‘master’ on your lips.”
Ryen held up his bare wrists with a grin. The fury in Dreyk’s eyes was worth every minute he’d spent worrying about the bastard. He almost came when Dreyk tackled him to the bed in a move so fast he nearly missed it.
Dreyk growled, “Keep pushing and you won’t like me very much.”
Hell, I like you enough right now. So much I ache. Now fuck me ‘til I can’t breathe. Make it hurt. Ryen needed more power than he might have thought to flip Dreyk onto his injured back, not playing fair. “Pussy. You’re too weak to give me the fight I need. We’ll do this my way.”
Dreyk roared. His eyes grew completely black, and he saturated the room in scent. “Too weak? Your ass is mine, you hulking slave.”
Grabbing Ryen, Dreyk rolled him over and fought to keep him down. They slid against each other, from the moisture on Ryen’s body or from something else, Ryen wasn’t sure. The friction between their bodies had him distracted. Though he didn’t want to win this fight, his struggles grew weaker when he realized he couldn’t win even if he had wanted to. Dreyk was too damn strong.
Dreyk twisted him onto his belly and ripped his towel away. He shoved a pillow under Ryen’s waist, and the possible reason for that had Ryen shaking and suddenly breathless. Blanketing Ryen, Dreyk manacled his wrists on either side of his waist and prodded Ryen’s ass with a hard cock.
“You’re lucky I lubed up while you were in the lav or this would hurt a lot more,” Dreyk snarled as he shoved his dick hard and fast straight into Ryen’s ass.
14
Ryen couldn’t budge under Dreyk’s incredible strength. Like a demon possessed, Dreyk pounded into him. The small pain Ryen felt didn’t surprise him, but the sheer, growing pleasure did. Each rasp of Dreyk’s skin against his, of the swell of his cock inside Ryen’s body, made him want to come. The magnetic connection between them intensified as Dreyk came hard on a groan and continued to thrust.
“That’s right, take your master’s seed. I’m going to fuck you until you’re bathing in it. All of me, Ryen, all of me,” Dreyk rasped as he fucked harder. Ryen’s balls filled, needing release. Each shove of Dreyk deep inside him, the grunts, the sweat, the slick glide of flesh between them, only sweetened the desire riding him hard. Fueled by Dreyk’s passion, Ryen groaned, begged, and pleaded for Dreyk to touch him.
“No, you take what I give you. You don’t spend until I let you,” Dreyk said in an odd, echoed tone that made Ryen want to grovel at his feet. Such sheer pleasure, such blissful relief to please another.
“Fuck yes, more, again,” Dreyk groaned and pulled out, jetting all over Ryen’s back.
Ryen would have thought he’d wrung Dreyk dry even as felt the hot wetness on his skin. Dear night, he ached so badly for Dreyk’s touch he hurt.
“Don’t move,” Dreyk said between breaths as he lowered his head. Ryen could feel Dreyk’s forehead between his shoulder blades. Then the soft press of lips.
Tears of joy filled Ryen’s eyes as he fought not to spill onto the bedsheets. His cock was so sensitive he feared he’d burst any minute.
“On your back,” Dreyk said and rose.
Ryen shifted onto his back. Dreyk disappeared into the lav and returned wiping his dick down with a damp cloth. As he neared, Ryen smelled Dreyk’s musk and the citrus scent of soap.
“Put your hand around your cock.”
Ryen groaned. “I’m going to come if I do.”
“No, you won’t.” Dreyk stared, his gaze still dark with emotion. “Grip it hard. Jerk it up and down. Let me see that pearly tip.”
Pulling his flesh up and down, Ryen held himself for Dreyk’s pleasure. To his astonishment, Dreyk was thick and aroused again.
“Now I’m going to spend down your throat,” Dreyk said thickly. “In you and on you, in every hole, Ryen.”
Ryen groaned and jerked faster. He stilled when Dreyk leaned down and took the head of his cock between his lips.
“Oh, yes,” he hissed, arching up, trying to shove more of himself into that heavenly mouth.
Dreyk sucked and ran his tongue over Ryen’s shaft and fingers. He licked at Ryen’s slit. Quickly turning, he straddled Ryen’s face. Ryen didn’t need an invitation. He angled Dreyk’s shaft and sucked him deep. He nearly came off the bed when Dreyk engulfed him as well.
The familiarity of the situation struck him, but Ryen couldn’t think past the need building. Dreyk’s mouth promised bliss he was helpless to ignore.
When Dreyk massaged his balls and shoved a finger into his ass, Ryen groaned around Dreyk’s thickening cock. He swallowed the small spurts of cum, and by the feel of Dreyk’s own tightening mouth, knew his lover neared the end.
The sudden hard suction around his shaft, in addition to the stroke of Dreyk’s talented tongue, nearly shot Ryen into ecstasy.
But when Dreyk took his mouth away, Ryan was near tears.
“Come, let it go,” Dreyk ordered then sucked harder on Dreyk’s cock than he had before.
Ryen jetted into that warm mouth and tightened his own, unconscious of anything but the pleasure coursing through his veins.
But as he did, he tightened his mouth around the thick rod shoving deeper. Hearing Dreyk’s groan prepared him to be ready, and he swallowed Dreyk more seed than he expected, considering the man had already come twice.
Sweet and spicy, the wonder of Dreyk’s desire rushed through him like lightning. Ryen moaned as he swallowed mouthfuls of cream, then licked his lover clean.
Dreyk released Ryen’s shaft and shook, panting. Ryen tried to catch his breath once Dreyk withdrew from his mouth. They lay together, limp and sated.
And then Ryen’s entire world shifted.
Affection wrapped around him like a blanket. He blinked and saw the world in brighter colors, heard sounds sharpened, and felt tenfold every whisper of air over his skin, like a physical caress.
“Dreyk?” he rasped, knowing he should be concerned but was too out of it to rouse himself.
Dreyk turned himself around and hugged Ryen to him. He kissed Ryen tenderly, and Ryen tasted a bit of himself on Dreyk’s lips. The rightness of it all sent him into a tailspin of emotion.
Tears burned his eyes and fell down his cheeks. Joy, sadness, fear, and acceptance swirled inside him like a solar storm.
“Shh. It’s okay,” Dreyk comforted, repeating words of reassurance. He stroked Ryen’s back and arms, curling him into warmth.
“I d-don’t understand,” Ryen stuttered, having never before experienced such conflict. He felt like a pussy for crying, but he couldn’t help himself. The feelings were so intense. Then, as suddenly as they’d come, the feelings departed, leaving a hazy warmth in their place. Peace filled him, a calm wonder that seemed to shine around Dreyk’s frame like a visible aura. “Light surrounds you.”
“It surrounds you too,” Dreyk said with a sigh. “I can’t believe it, but I think we’ve found wainu together.”
“You and I are an amalgam of species. One of those is Mardu, but specifically, Xema—a rare race of warriors from this planet. They experience a psychic bonding with potential life mates,” Dreyk added with a distinct flush to his features. “One you can accept or ignore once you’re used to the sensation.”
“Life mates, huh?” Ryen wrapped an arm around Dreyk. The touch of Dreyk’s skin felt like norwali silk, a priceless material much sought-after in the System. And Ryen had full access to it at his fingertips.
“Potential life mates.” After a pause, Dreyk swore. “What the hell did I do?”
“You made me shoot so hard I lost the feeling in my toes. This beats the hell out of meditation, Dreyk. I don’t think I’ll ever be angry again.” Ryen chuckled. “Fuck, this feels so good.” He kissed Dreyk on the lips, savoring the contact. “You taste sweet. Once I’m off this euphoric high, I’m going to fuck you again.”
“You’re going to fuck me? I think it’s the other way around.”
“For now.” Ryen snickered. “Can’t wait ‘til I’m buried in your ass. You’re so fucking hot when you come. I want to see it when I’m buried deep inside you. When I collect from my master.” He sighed, completely happy for the first time in his life.
Dreyk tried to shake himself from the wainu stealing into his consciousness. He’d mated with Ryen. Fully. Xema taking Xema, never parting, never leaving. The wainu made it impossible to panic about the huge step he’d just taken. Instead, he basked in Ryen’s touch and scent. Senses intensified in this plane of wonderment, of utter union with another. Though he’d felt it once or twice before with other partners, Dreyk had never felt it so deeply. Of course, he’d never before been mated.
He and Ryen were as one in this plane. He sensed Ryen’s peace, experienced his lover’s growing affection and deep satisfaction. Ryen’s entire body tingled with joy, which pleased Dreyk to no end.
Not meaning to, he’d finally taken Ryen from his angered life and pushed him in another direction. Dreyk had a feeling Ryen would no longer lash out at any and every thing. And with practice, he’d be able to better control his anger as well, now that he had a mate, a Xema’s ultimate purpose in life.
Fuck. The pleasure sating Dreyk faded as he realized what he’d done. He’d just tied Ryen to him without asking for permission. Though they could live apart, they would always need each other in their lives. The sex would be disappointing with anyone else, and in time build a craving just for each other.
Ryen had escaped from a life in the labs only to be bound to Dreyk forever. Dreyk felt guilty as hell, more so because of the deep satisfaction that filled him. Ryen had pushed him, had taunted him to take control. And he had. Completely. The question was, how would Ryen take it knowing he’d been claimed and mated—forever—by Dreyk?
Dreyk hugged Ryen tighter, nuzzling the space between the curve of his cheek and his neck. He smelled so good, so right. Dreyk didn’t want to give him up. Stars willing, Ryen would accept their bond. Inhaling deeply, Dreyk settled into sleep, knowing that only time would tell if he’d made the mother of all mistakes.
15
Hours later, Dreyk woke to the feel of callused hands all over his body. His cock was on fire, hard and hungry for more of his mate.
“Need to come again.” Ryen plastered his mouth to Dreyk’s.
Dreyk immediately took control, conscious of Ryen’s pleased sigh. Though Ryen’s instinct was normally to control a situation, he had finally relinquished his trust and command to Dreyk.
“Give it all to me, that’s it.” Dreyk lapped up the intimacy, needing more. He turned Ryen on to his back and licked his way down Ryen’s body. Latching onto Ryen’s nipple, he teased and bit until Ryen cried out.
“I’ve got to see these in clamps,” Dreyk murmured as he turned to Ryen’s other nipple.
All the while he felt Ryen arching into him, the male’s thick cock rubbing against his belly with a hunger he too possessed. Wanting more, he got up and dragged Ryen to the edge of the bed.
“This time I’m going to watch you come,” Dreyk promised and stood on the floor. His mattress was the perfect height for bedsport, especially now. He pushed Ryen’s legs apart. “Bend your knees. Watch me fuck you.”
Ryen’s eyes glittered, a blue ocean of desire around golden pinpoints of light. So beautiful.
“Oh yeah. Take me.” He hugged his knees.
Dreyk slowly pushed through Ryen’s tight opening. Though still slick from their last time, Ryen took care to penetrate. “You’re so new, so tight.” Dreyk panted. “I want to watch you come while I’m taking you.”
“Fuck, yeah. Do it.” Ryen stared up at Dreyk through heavy-lidded eyes. “Please, Sir.”
Dreyk reached forward and grabbed Ryen’s cock while he sank deeper into Ryen’s body. Slowly fucking him in and out, he pumped Ryen, awash in their shared pleasure. Incredibly, without achieving climax, Dreyk and Ryen shared wainu.
“I can feel you inside me, and I can feel me around you, like you’re feeling it,” Ryen said with wonder, his voice impossibly deep. “Dreyk, I’m so close. Knowing how much you want me... I’m gonna come hard.”
“Do it.” Dreyk squeezed and shoved deeper into Ryen’s ass.
Ryen groaned and came, ropy jets of seed covering his belly and Dreyk’s hand.
“That’s it, baby. That’s good,” Dreyk said as he rubbed Ryen’s cum over his belly. “Now me.” He pistoned and came after the third thrust.
Such incredible pleasure. Dreyk thought he’d die of it. Worries about the future, about the past and present faded in the web of wainu joining them together.
He eventually pulled out and pushed his cock over Ryen’s semi-hard shaft. Sliding through the sticky mess on Ryen’s belly made him shudder, and he spilled what was left inside him on his mate’s stomach.
“That’s so fucking sexy,” Ryen rasped. “Stars, I don’t ever want to move again.”
“Me neither.” Dreyk grunted as he withdrew and hurried into the lav to clean up, returning to clean his lover as well. Tossing the rag aside, he fell alongside Ryen on the bed. “Watching you find your pleasure is almost as good as swallowing it.”
Ryen flushed. “You too.” He squirmed, a moment of discomfort interrupting their plane of joy. “You called me ‘baby.’”
Dreyk laughed. “And you liked it. I could feel how hot that made you. Oh man, you’re blushing.” He paused, loving the fact he could tease Ryen, and Ryen didn’t turn aggressive. Dreyk added, “Blusing like a woman.”
“Fuck you.”
“Anytime, lover.”
Ryen swore at him again, but there was little heat in it. He linked his hands behind his head and lay in their shared bliss.
Moments of contented silence turned to hours. Dreyk ignored his need to talk to Rafe and enjoyed this quiet time with Ryen.
With his mate.
“You look pretty damn happy with yourself,” Ryen growled. “But let me tell you, that’s not going to happen again.”
Dreyk froze. “What?”
“Next time we wake up, I’m on top. I’m still half-hard wondering how you’re going to feel around me. If it’s half as good as I seem to feel around you, we’re going to spend a lot of time in this bed.”
Dreyk relaxed. “Fine with me.”
“Really?” Ryen turned on his side. “I thought you were all about the dominance thing.”
“I meant that we’ll spend a lot of time in this bed.” He wasn’t yet ready to give himself to Ryen and surrender his all. Not until he knew his control wouldn’t waver. Since the Ebrellion fiasco, Dreyk felt off, not quite himself.
“Oh.” Was that disappointment in Ryen’s voice? “That’ll work too.”
“So, you don’t want to escape any longer?” Dreyk asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
“Nah. I gave that up when you came back all bruised and bloody. Face it, Dreyk, you need me.”
“I do?” Hell yes, I do.
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br /> “Yep. You need me to take care of you. You’ve been on your own so long you’ve forgotten how to need anyone. The next mission, you’re not going solo.” Ryen’s voice roughened. “When you came back last time, some asshole was with you. An Ebrellion, I’d guess. I would have pounded him, but he vanished before I could grab him.” Ryen met the question in his eyes. “He told me to take care of you.”
“Huh?”
“Why would he do that?”
“I have no idea.” Dreyk groaned as he leaned up. “All the blood’s rushed from my head.”
“No kidding.” Ryen sat up as well. “You have a big cock.” He winced. “Going to take some getting used to.”
“Good.”
“Right. But that still doesn’t answer the question of why an Ebrellion would help you.”
“I don’t think they’re all bad.” Dreyk recounted to Ryen all that he’d witnessed during his battle with the Ebrellions. “I think there were two factions. The ones that had captured the women and the ones that fought against them. I was out of it when I grabbed onto Olla. I remember jumping into the temporal stream when a hand grabbed me.”
He frowned. How had he managed to get himself and Olla back here?
“I think we should talk to Rafe about it. I’ve been waiting for the Ebrellion to show again, but he hasn’t.”
“What?”
“He came through once. Why not come through again? But, ah, I didn’t tell Rafe about the guy.”
“Why not?”
“Didn’t seem right to. Oh hell, I can’t explain it. I wanted to talk to you about it first,” Ryen growled.
Dreyk leaned over and kissed him. “Have I told you how sexy you are when you’re pissed off?”
“Then you must be in perpetual heat since I’m always angry.”
“Exactly.” Dreyk grinned.