Creations Collection 2: sci fi alien romance
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“That seems to be the running question.” Ryen was having the oddest conversation with a creature he’d never thought to meet. For all the Ebrellion’s differences, he appeared very human. A large, muscular male. Short dark hair, normal Mardu clothing. Only his eyes and teeth looked alien.
“There is something. I can sense a psychic bond. Yet he has not performed the Rite.” The male frowned. “This is dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s nearing his Time. I sensed it when I saw him the other day. He’s nearing his Time and has only partially mated. Without taking from you what he needs, he’ll turn... not right.” The male said something Ryen didn’t understand.
“What the hell does he need? How can I give him what he wants? Does he even know what to do? Because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know he’s Ebrellion.”
“As I suspected.” The leader spoke to his companions, and one by one they departed. “I am Tarn. We will find the male and you will fix him.”
Ryen was no one’s fool. “You want me to believe you want to help a guy who took down a dozen or more of your own kind.”
“He helped me take care of the rebels I was sent to dispatch. He’s a powerful male. And he’s of my brother’s line.”
Ryen blinked, not having expected that. “What?”
“It’s in his eyes. I saw it for a brief moment when our gazes collided. You’re not Ebrellion, so you can’t understand, but it’s something I know. Come here, Ryen.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Your male called for you several times in the warehouse. I followed his trace back here to you through the void. I carried him here. He wasn’t able to move once the threll toxin worked into his system.”
Ryen wanted badly to help Dreyk, but he didn’t trust Tarn as far as he could throw him.
“Every moment you tarry you put your mate in jeopardy.”
“Fine. But you try fucking me over and I’ll break your neck. You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you harm Dreyk.”
“Dreyk is an Ebrellion name.” Tarn smiled, and his teeth looked normal, like that of a human once more.
“Whatever.” Ryen stepped closer to Tarn and tucked his pistol back into its holster. If the Ebrellion made a wrong move he’d use brute force to take him down. Not as effective, but more satisfying. “Now what?”
“Think of your mate. I will take us there.” Tarn grabbed his arm just as Ryen reached for the pistol at his back, holding onto it.
Ryen concentrated on Dreyk. On his ready smile when he teased Ryen, of his clear gray eyes that saw so much. His firm lips and the rough scar that only accentuated his dangerous appearance. Dark black hair over swarthy skin. A rugged frame and large hands with long fingers that could cause pleasure or pain.
The memories made Ryen feel funny. Every time he thought of Dreyk, he warmed with the need to just spend time around his lover. To hear him laugh or growl with passion.
“Enough,” Tarn muttered and dropped him into a dark wooded area. Ryen sensed another presence just as something wild leaped at Tarn. This threll was twice the size of a normal threll.
He made a move to shoot the thing when Tarn threw himself between Ryen and the creature.
“No. This is Dreyk,” Tarn said as the threll threw him to the ground. The thing swiped two of its six claws over Tarn’s belly and snarled. The vest Tarn wore over his shirt deflected the venomous attack.
Stunned, Ryen called Dreyk’s name. The creature snarled once more then ceased its attack on Tarn and jumped in Ryen’s direction.
“Do not move. Let him scent you,” Tarn said.
Ryen released a torrent of pheromone.
“That’s very good.” Tarn coughed. “No wonder Dreyk claimed you.”
The threll snapped at Tarn but didn’t attack. It focused on Ryen. Slowly, the creature changed shape, until only Dreyk remained on his hands and knees, his hair askew, his features still alien until they too evened out. Only his eyes remained like Tarn’s. Green and yellow with a slit pupil.
“My brother’s line,” Tarn said proudly. Sadly. “Dreyk, you must finish claiming your mate in order to become whole.”
“Become whole?” Dreyk rasped, his eyes glowing with anger and shame.
The shame tugged at Ryen’s heart.
“I would have killed him and any who stood between us. What good is becoming whole?” Dreyk clutched his head. “I’ve kept it contained for years.”
“Too many years. It is your Time. In your cycles, you peaked many times and all safely because you had no bond, no mate.”
“My Time? What?” Dreyk asked, his gaze glued to Ryen.
Stars, even naked and covered in sweat, Dreyk mesmerized him.
“Your Time, like a female’s cycle when she goes into heat,” Tarn explained. “Ebrellion males feel it as well, but the unmated deal with it using certain herbs and rituals. When mated, the Rite is necessary to stimulate the trigger that allows control over the shifts.” Tarn softened his voice. “You controlled your peaks for so long, Dreyk. An amazing feat. That you command the void—that you teleport,” he clarified, “is a testament to your power. Your strength, your healing, they are wonders. But now that you have a mate, you will no longer be able to control yourself during your Time. You must finish what you started.” Tarn turned to Ryen. “Will you accept this?”
“Whatever he needs.” Ryen nodded.
Dreyk shook his head. “I won’t endanger him.”
“You already do. You clamor for this male. You have taken him as your own with your mind and body. But your Ebrellion shei, the essence that makes you what you are, demands you claim all of Ryen.”
“Will it harm him?”
Tarn grinned. “On the contrary, I think you and he have already begun this path.”
“What?”
“You must bathe the male’s honet with your seed, releasing a touch of shei. He in turn must give it back to you the same way.”
Dreyk frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Release your seed in Ryen’s rectum,” Tarn explained stumbling over the word.
“My lucky day,” Ryen murmured.
“That’s it? Just ass-fuck him?” Dreyk narrowed his gaze.
“That and a few bites. Nothing shattering. But blood and seed must mix. You need to do this before your next wave hits.”
“Next wave.” Dreyk pressed his hand to his belly.
“That hunger. That’s your craving for your mate. You must take his essence into you. And then Ryen will give it back. Once you do, all the pain and lusting violence you’ve experienced will vanish. Ryen’s release inside of you—a combination of your shei and his energy—will trigger your control center. It’s a chemical stimulant only your mate can give you.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this sooner. I felt your struggle in the temporal stream, but I didn’t realize its source until I met your mate.” Tarn eyed Ryen up and down. “He would be considered quite attractive on my world, where strength is prized above all else. His eyes are extraordinary. If you do not want him, I’m happy to take him home with me.”
Sensing Dreyk’s mounting rage, Ryen glared at Tarn. “Don’t push him—”
“Too late. Good luck.” Tarn grinned and vanished.
21
Ryen half turned only to find Dreyk all over him, ripping his clothes to shreds. Then he used his mouth. They weren’t kisses so much as bites and nips. Dreyk gentled as he lapped Ryen’s skin, savoring his nipples with such skill that Ryen fell headlong into lust. His cock ached at the harsh treatment, the stings of Dreyk’s teeth adding to the pleasure of sharp nails against his belly.
“I need you.” Dreyk sounded inhuman but Ryen didn’t care.
“Take what you need, Sir.”
Dreyk groaned and bent him over a large, fallen tree, spreading his cheeks with brutal force. He at least left enough room that Ryen’s cock swung free. Expecting more pain, Ryen was unprepared for Dreyk’s long tongue. I
t snaked around his rim and into his ass, touching and flicking along sensitive nerves Ryen hadn’t thought he possessed.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he moaned.
Dreyk grunted his pleasure and continued to eat him, reaching around to clutch Ryen’s cock with a hard grip. Ryen tensed at the almost painful jerking while Dreyk continued to lick his ass, shocked at the painful pleasure.
When he was on the verge of orgasm, Ryen smelled the sweetest damned perfume that went straight to his head. He barely felt Dreyk turn him around. Barely noticed the scrape of teeth down his cock that drew beads of blood as he thrust hard and fast into Dreyk’s mouth. And then Dreyk was swallowing him, licking and sucking him down.
Euphoric, Ryen ignored the wainu waiting for him. Though he registered his orgasm and wanted another, he wanted to be ultra-aware of Dreyk, who pushed him back onto his belly and spat onto his hand.
Then he could think no more as Dreyk slid inside him. Even slick with Ryen’s seed, Dreyk’s cock was thick and bruising as he pushed deeper. Dreyk seemed bigger, and his thrusting hurt as he took more.
“Yes, Ryen. Yes.” Dreyk groaned Ryen’s name over and over as he rammed home.
Gripping Ryen’s waist with clawed fingers that drew blood, Dreyk suddenly stiffened as he shot into Ryen’s ass and howled his pleasure.
Ryen felt a sense of something passing between them, something more than seed. But the vicious bite at his shoulder shocked him past acceptance. The rage he’d lived with for so long, and thought he’d conquered, tore from him. He knocked Dreyk back and turned with a roar.
“Give it back to me,” Dreyk rasped as he licked his blooded lips. “Fuck me.”
Yes, yes. That’s what I need. In the blink of an eye, Ryen forced Dreyk to bend over, bracing against the tree, and spread his feet wide. The sight of Dreyk’s plump sack hanging low, of the musky perfume lingering over the two of them, and the hunger to finally fuck Dreyk pushed him to take what he’d been wanting for so long.
He grunted as he put the head of his cock at Dreyk’s hole. Need overwhelmed him as he pushed forward. To his surprise, Dreyk was cool and moist, accepting Ryen with ease. The unexpected chill on his shaft sent him deeper inside, seeking heat. Such perfection, fitting each other as if born to. Sensation overwhelmed Ryen as wainu settled over them both. He was unable to ignore it this time, nor did he want to.
“Dreyk. Damn, I love you,” he moaned as he fucked his lover. Pistoning his hips, he ground against Dreyk’s ass, wanting nothing more than to cause his lover to climax again.
“Come with me.”
“Yes. Inside me. Hit that spot again. Yes, again,” Dreyk cried out as he shuddered and shot against the tree.
Ryen continued to thrust, not relenting until he’d come hard. The deep love he felt from his master, his partner, took him to another state of rapture altogether. He held Dreyk tight, not letting go even when Dreyk fidgeted beneath his heavy weight.
Finally, when he’d spent his all, he withdrew and took Dreyk to the ground with him. He settled Dreyk on his lap, ignoring his lover’s scowl.
“You should sit on my lap.”
“Hell no. You’re sitting on mine. You’re wearing my scent,” Ryen said with satisfaction. “Your Ebrellion side seems to have been tamed.”
“My Ebrellion side.” Dreyk stared at him. “That’s why I started turning into a monster, because I have alien blood in me, too.” Dreyk laughed tiredly. “Good night. What else is in me I need to know about?”
“Well, I’d say me, but I just pulled out.” Ryen grinned before he shifted and caught sight of his own cock. “Holy shit. What the hell did you do to me?”
Dreyk’s smile froze as he sat back and saw the welts and bite marks all over Ryen’s body. “Oh, no. Ryen, I’m so damn sorry. I never meant to hurt you—”
“Shut up. I couldn’t care less about my body. But my cock has your teeth marks. How am I going to explain those to Glaia the next time we share her?”
Dreyk opened his mouth to speak and stopped. “There is a ‘we’ then?”
“Didn’t you hear me say I love you?”
“Say it again.” The stupid grin on Dreyk’s face made him want to shout with joy.
Then Ryen scowled, realizing Dreyk had yet to say the words. “How about you say it first, mate?”
Dreyk had the decency to flinch. “I was going to tell you we’d mated. Hell, you pushed me into it. I’m Xema. It was all I could do not to take you before I had.”
“Yeah, well, I’m Xema too. And I don’t remember getting a chance to fuck you in the ass before now.”
Dreyk flushed. “I can’t help it. I like fucking you.”
“I have to admit, I like it too. Still, coming in your ass turned me on. Considering I’m bigger than you, I should be on top.”
Dreyk scoffed. “You may be bigger, but I’m an alien. That definitely gives me rights when it comes to taking charge.” Dreyk’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.”
Dreyk snorted.
“You’re so much more than what they made of you, Dreyk. You healed me.”
Dreyk scooted off 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 a System 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.”
Dreyk groaned. “How long are you going to hold that over my head?”
Ryen reached down and smoothed his seed from Dreyk’s ass over Dreyk’s cock. A spark lit Dreyk’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,” Dreyk moaned and threw his head back as Ryen rode him hard. 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.
22
Ryen smashed his fist into the burglar’s face with just enough force to knock him unconscious.
Not too creative, but at least he hasn’t killed the bastard, Dreyk thought.
The half dozen criminals still standing stared in confusion. Ryen fought them in front of an audience. Cheltam, Erin, and Dreyk drank while they watched and traded comments from the corner of the seediest bar in Four Walls.
“That’s it?” Dreyk asked. Ryen’s glare was all he needed. Like clockwork, his dick spiked.
Rafe nodded at Ryen to continue and ordered another round for the table. “Considering he’s only taken out half their number without killing anyone or getting hurt, I’d say he’s on the right track.”
“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.”
“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 familiar male that set Dreyk’s teeth on edge. Tarn stood right next to his chair, way too close, considering the alien could teleport stars-knew-where through that damn 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 Dreyk all was about to go to hell. Dreyk 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 uncivilized.”
“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 I’ve heard so much about.” Tarn nodded his head in respect but made no move to approach her.
Rafe eased a bit, but Dreyk remained on full alert. What the hell was Tarn doing? His bar?
“Ryen you’ve met,” Rafe said by way of introduction. “This is Dreyk, my other enforcer.”
Humor glinted in Tarn’s surprisingly normal gaze. His eyes were a dark green and showed no hint of the inner lid of the Ebrellions. “Dreyk. I’ve heard good things about you. Felicitations on your mate.”