Creations Collection 2: sci fi alien romance Page 4

  “Exactly. Like your time in the labs. Sexual surrender relieved you.”

  “It’s not surrender.”

  “You physically release, and a part of you that hungers is fed. In the labs, how else did you find a measure of sanity? By fighting, as you’d been bred to.”

  “I fuck and I fight. Easy answers.”

  So why haven’t you found that same peace here on Mardu? “Let me ask you something else. In the four months of limited freedom you had from the labs before they found you again, were you happy?”

  “What the hell kind of question is that? I wasn’t free. I was on constant guard defending Anin. You think I have issues? That poor girl could barely function without my guidance. I helped her to decide for herself, to live with a measure of independence, before they found us again.” Ryen narrowed his gaze. “I still want to see her. How do I know those bastard Raggas are helping her? I’m supposed to take your word for it?”

  “Yes.” Dreyk finished his meal and smiled. “That was really good. I worked up an appetite this morning.” And he meant to do so again.

  “Look, you little prick, I want answers. I’ve tried to be patient—”

  “A stretch, I’m sure.”

  “—but I’m done. I want out of here, and I want to see Anin.”

  “Your sister is relearning, just as you are. Don’t tell anyone on Mara’s Light this, but I’d trust Erin with those Raggas, and you know I hold your sister in high regard. Nu and Set Fas won’t harm a female. It’s not in their nature. What you need to focus on is you, Ryen. Anin will be fine.”

  “Yeah, well, you won’t be if I don’t get the explanations I need.”

  “You always want to fight. I thought sex would have left you in a calmer state, at least for while. I can see I need to re-evaluate things.”

  Ryen knocked his chair back and pushed to his feet. He reached for Dreyk.

  “I’m sorry, but this is for your own good.” Dreyk pushed the button of the small handheld device he had in his pocket.

  Ryen froze. “You son of a bitch,” he snarled, struggling with the bands stifling his mobility. “I’m going to tear you apart.”

  “Not smart to tell me that.” Dreyk finished his juice, aware of his own skyrocketing temperature. Ryen in a rage excited him. His cock throbbed with need, fueled by the memories of things they’d already done together. He decided to take Ryen’s mind off his imprisonment with the truth and stood.

  “What the fuck is that?” Ryen paled, his gaze glued to Dreyk’s tented trousers.

  “A hard-on.”

  Ryen swallowed, and Dreyk couldn’t wait until Ryen swallowed him again.

  “I, ah, I know you like women and men. But if you even think about fucking me...”

  “Ryen, I think about it all the time. What it would feel like to stick my dick between those lovely cheeks, to ream that tight, virgin ass. I’d love to suck that strong cock, to taste your seed as it flowed down my throat.” To Dreyk’s delight, Ryen grew a massive erection.

  “Cut it out.”

  “Your handler had a real problem with men loving men, didn’t he? Did he tell you of the evils of anal sex? Did he convince you that only a woman could contain a man’s seed?” Dreyk took pity on Ryen’s panic. Learned behavior has to be unlearned. “It’s okay. They told me that too.”

  “Then why are you hard?” Ryen pulled at his arms. “You think you can rape me and I’ll suddenly be healed?”

  “Not at all.” Dreyk walked around the table and stared into Ryen’s eyes. “I have never raped another, nor will I. Relax on that score.”

  Ryen let out a deep breath.

  “With you it won’t be rape. Why do you think you want to fight me all the time? Did you want to fight your handler as much? Your creator? Did you want to dominate them?”

  Ryen snorted. “I did dominate them. The only way they controlled me was through artificial means.” Ryen glared at his bands. “A coward’s way.”

  Anger pulsed, and Dreyk willed it away. He’d never liked being called a coward, as his handler knew. Pride had been a huge failing of his, and still was, to some extent. “Ryen, I don’t want to hurt you. A fight between us will be ugly, one I don’t want to win. My class of Creations could...” He paused before he blurted a few truths no one knew. Truths he had no intention of ever sharing.

  “Pussy.”

  “You leave me breathless with your compliments,” Dreyk said dryly. “My ass is better than any pussy you’ll ever get. And why does that arouse you, I wonder?”

  “Fuck off.”

  “I will. Trust me on that. Ryen, I think the answer to your problem is to show you how sexual dominance and submission really work. We’ll start with the magnecuffs until you progress to a point where I won’t have to physically control you to make you submit.”

  “Get rid of these fucking cuffs and fight me like a man. Let’s put an end to this.” Ryen sounded desperate. He strained at his bonds as his erection strained against his trousers.

  “An end I have no intention of allowing, not until you’re past your rages.” Dreyk sighed and took out the controller. “Allow voice command, broad range,” he instructed. He left the room to hide the controller then returned to Ryen. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to heal you. Can’t you trust me, Ryen?”

  “Go to hell.”

  “That’s what I thought. Now we’ll do it the hard way.”

  6

  Ryen didn’t know how to free himself from the magnecuffs. Fuck. He glared as Dreyk advanced, pissed as hell that he’d given the man the advantage. What bothered him even more was the fact that Dreyk’s arousal pushed his out of control. He hungered for Dreyk’s touch, even as he knew he should feel repulsed by it.

  Dreyk made no apology for his desire. Hell, he’d told Ryen flat out he wanted to fuck him. Why did those words make Ryen so uncomfortably aroused?

  “You’re not natural, Dreyk,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Sex with men is—”

  “Not allowed?” Dreyk chuckled and walked around him, as if eyeing up a prize stallion. “We’re free men, Ryen. What we want and desire is natural. In case you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t released my scent. You, however, have.”

  To his horror, Ryen realized he’d loosed his pheromones to bring Dreyk closer. And not to engage him in battle.

  “It’s okay,” Dreyk said softly. He palmed Ryen’s cheek.

  The sensation of comfort scared the hell out of Ryen, who yanked his head back and cursed.

  “So difficult. You’re going to be a hard one to break, aren’t you?” Dreyk murmured and cupped his own arousal. Ryen wanted nothing more than to put his own hand there, an unnerving discovery that made him fight harder.

  “‘Hard one to break?’ Set me free of these cuffs and I’ll show you the breaks.” Ryen sneered. “I’ll rip off your dick and shove it up your own ass. How do you think that will feel?”

  Dreyk raised a brow, his gray eyes glinting with...humor? “So imaginative. Ryen, the minute you put your hand on my cock, you’re not going to want to rip it off. Anything but that.” Dreyk moved behind him. He ran his hand over Ryen’s back and rubbed his ass with a firmness that made Ryen want to spread his legs wider.

  Dreyk reached between his legs to cup his aching balls. Shit.

  “What you need is to face some unpleasant truths,” Dreyk said softly as he caressed Ryen’s sac. “You’re living the life your handler made for you. Let go of what he told you to feel and recognize what your body wants. If you didn’t like my touch, you wouldn’t release your scent to get me closer. And you wouldn’t be rock-hard and hurting right now, would you?”

  Rock-hard described him exactly. “My handler is long gone. Synster has no hold over me. He never did.”

  “Then why is your desire for another male unnatural?” Dreyk asked as he let go of Ryen and circled to his front. “You came in Glaia’s mouth, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” Ryen answered. “I fucked her good and hard, though I didn’t w
ant to.” Anger surged. “I could have hurt her.”

  Dreyk gripped Ryen’s erection and squeezed. “That’s how I know you’re a man worth saving. A ravaging Creation would have fucked her no matter her wants and safety. You’re a good man, Ryen. You just need to release your anger to see it.”

  “Let go of me,” Ryen said hoarsely.

  “Why? Afraid you might come?”

  Hell yes. “Let go.” To his dismay, Dreyk did so.

  “I don’t think you understand, Ryen. I’m your new master.”

  “The fuck you are.”

  “Have you never wondered why the rage leaves you after you orgasm? Like I said, it’s that sexual surrender you need. Watch me.”

  Dreyk stood back and unbuttoned his trousers. Ryen wanted to look away but couldn’t tear his eyes from Dreyk’s thick cock.

  “I’m going to stroke myself, to let go of everything but my need for calm. At one with myself, I’m centered.” Dreyk watched Ryen while he put his big hand over his cock. Up and down he jerked, his shaft tight as fluid beaded the tip. “I want to fuck you, Ryen. To feel you around me. To feel that mouth swallow me whole,” he rasped and quickened his hand.

  Ryen groaned as he unconsciously arched his hips toward Dreyk.

  “You want me. You want to feel me as I do you. It’s natural. It’s right.” Dreyk let go of his cock and fondled his own balls. “See this? You make me so hard. I can’t think of anything better than fucking you. So who’s the master now, do you think?”

  Ryen wanted to take that shaft into his mouth. To swallow Dreyk’s load and feast as he gave Dreyk the same.

  “I’m going to come, Ryen. Do you want to watch me come?”

  Ryen fought the urge to say yes.

  “Do you want to come? Do you want my mouth over you? My hand taking you to bliss?”

  “No,” he denied, contrary to what his body wept for.

  “Such a liar,” Dreyk said around a taunting grin. The bastard let loose a hint of his scent, and Ryen swore. “What do you want?”

  Ryen wanted it all, damn Dreyk. He let loose his own scent, and Dreyk’s grin faded.

  “What do you want?” Dreyk repeated, his eyes going totally black, his voice deep and commanding. His power curled around Ryen with such force Ryen wanted to bow down in supplication, to give over to Dreyk’s control.

  “Nothing.” The urge to cry struck him hard as he denied his base instincts.

  “Fine. Then watch what could have been yours.” Dreyk stroked himself again, faster and harder until he came. He didn’t make a sound as he jetted over his hand and belly.

  Ryen licked his lips, ravenous for that something he constantly craved. So close, so within reach...

  Dreyk wiped his hand on his shirt before removing it. He tossed it to the ground and tucked himself back into his trousers. “That took the edge off. How about you? Cuffs, follow me.”

  The bastard had the nerve to chuckle as he led Ryen back into the bedroom. Each step felt like torture as Ryen’s swollen shaft rubbed against his constricting trousers. Ryen wondered what the hell was so wrong with him that the sight of Dreyk jerking off nearly had him creaming his own pants.

  “You’re going to be in pain for a bit, I’m afraid.” Dreyk shook his head. “Pity. I look forward to watching you spill. Unlike my generation, yours was made with pleasuring in mind. You can’t be oblivious to your attraction.” Dreyk ordered Ryen to stand straight, hands at his hips, feet shoulder width apart.

  “I had plenty of willing women in the labs, Dreyk. I have Nebite blood in me.”

  “As do I. Yet not a hint of it’s in my face.” Dreyk grinned, his lips full and kissable.

  Kissable? Alarmed, Ryen changed the subject. “So what’s with this? Jerking off? Making me watch? The sex talk? You think you can seduce me into succumbing? Hell, Dreyk. You want to prove you’re better than me? Just take off the cuffs and fight me like a man.”

  “No can do. This, my friend, is the way to go. A fight is an easy, physical solution. One that involves pain. We won’t associate pain with your surrender. It needs to be voluntary.”

  “Coward.” Ryen enjoyed the brief anger that passed through Dreyk’s gray eyes.

  “Believe what you want, but you know, deep down, you want to give in. You want to bow to a master, to fulfil the ultimate purpose behind your existence. To serve. I know because I’m the same. I fought, as you do. It’s not the sex so much as the desire, Ryen. I love women and I love men. We shared Glaia, didn’t we?”

  “Yes.” Ryen would give anything to have her hot mouth again. He felt like he would explode.

  “But she wasn’t really there, not in here.” Dreyk tapped his head. “I was fucking you, Ryen.”

  A wet spot on Ryen’s trousers attracted Dreyk’s attention.

  Dreyk smiled. “Lesson number one, your dick is going to lead you into trouble.”

  “Asshole.”

  “Lesson number two, we’re going to will that arousal away. With meditation.”

  “Shit.”

  “Don’t you have a better vocabulary than that?” Dreyk winced at the words Ryen threw at him. “Fine. But if you won’t let me touch you and you can’t touch yourself, how do you intend to get rid of that?” Dreyk pointed at his arousal.

  Ryen gritted his teeth, not amused by any of this. Much as he wanted Dreyk to touch him, he held back. “I’ll deal with it.”

  “Yes, until you break out in a violent rage, the way you normally do. You have to learn to control your needs. So either I touch you, or we meditate. Your call.”

  Knowing if he let Dreyk touch him he’d go off like a shot, Ryen relented. The sooner he gave Dreyk what he wanted, the sooner Ryen could get out of the cuffs and kill him.

  “Show me how to meditate.”

  “Pity.” Dreyk flexed his hands. “Cuffs, down on the floor, cross-legged, Petal One hand position. Ryen, close your eyes and breathe...”

  7

  Several tedious days later, Ryen had nearly grasped the technique. Creations were quick to learn, but even Dreyk seemed surprised at Ryen’s progress.

  “Very good. It took me a lot longer to focus. Takes most people months if not years to get to where you are now. Another difference between us and the rest of society.” Dreyk smiled, as if pleased to be in a class all their own.

  “Dreyk, tell me. How is it you’re so accepting? So glad to be different?”

  “I wasn’t at first. Remember, I’ve been around a lot longer than you.”

  “How long?”

  “A thousand years, give or take.”

  “So how long did it take you to relax and submit?”

  Dreyk frowned. “That’s not important.”

  “I think it is. You’re asking a lot of me, and you never share information about yourself. A few days ago you told me about this Master guy. Why is that?”

  Dreyk murmured a command to allow Ryen the complete use of his body again. Fucking magnecuffs. Though the urge to take Dreyk down and give him some payback was strong, Ryen appreciated this new clarity of thought. He wouldn’t admit it, but Dreyk’s meditation crap might have some merit after all.

  “What do you want to know?” Dreyk asked.

  Bemused, Ryen wondered how to phrase his questions. He asked the one that bothered him more than the others. “How is it you like men? Women talk about you. Hell, they practically throw themselves at you. I watched you fuck Glaia.” Ryen took a deep breath, forcing himself not to linger on the memory. He’d just regained control of his body.

  Dreyk shrugged. “They used to force me into the same situations you faced in the labs. Except I fought other Creations as well as artificial intelligence. They hadn’t quite progressed to the machines you battled.” Dreyk frowned. “Fighting hand-to-hand has a different effect on you than you’d think. It makes you hungrier.”

  Dreyk clenched his fists and flexed, his muscles prominent. Though he stood a head shorter and was less brawny, Dreyk had a frame filled with strength. Clear l
ines denoted the hard abdomen and steely pectorals of his chest. His biceps and forearms had been as solid as iron when wrapped around Ryen’s neck a few days ago.

  “When done fighting, I wouldn’t be satisfied unless I released. The rage would leave me, but the hunger for more grew. It would take several women before I’d ease. Like you, I had a hard time giving into my raging lusts.

  “I served my handler well for years while I battled my inner fury. It took a long time for me to free myself. When the lot of us rebelled, we—” He suddenly stopped, uncomfortable.

  “We what?”

  “It’s not important. You wanted to know why I like men. It started with Master. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t kill him. We fought long and hard, and I nearly defeated him.” Dreyk smiled. “Thank the stars he prevailed. I was a wreck, close to madness after our battle. My blood mingled with his during our fight, allowing him to heal.” Dreyk smiled. “And then he fucked me.”

  Ryen shifted. “Rape?”

  “No. A savvy seduction that showed me a whole new world. With Master, I learned to sexually submit. In doing so, I released the anger, the pain, everything that held me back from the normalcy I craved. He hurt me and he helped me. With him, I could be as rough as I needed. He handled what those other women couldn’t.”

  “There must have been time between fleeing Eyra and finding that guy. If you never took anyone by force, you must have found some women who—”

  “Who could take that pain? Yes, there are women out there who can handle anything. Some like to be beaten, caned, flogged to the point of death. It’s a sickness, Ryen. There are those out there who worship true pain for pain’s sake, not for pleasure.” He shuddered. “Our kind should never have that. Ever.”

  Ryen wanted to press him but sensed now was not the time. “So how did your master seduce you?”

  Dreyk left the bedroom, and Ryen followed. Fetching them both something to eat, Dreyk nodded Ryen toward the dining area.

  Dreyk answered between bites of succulent fruit. “He seduced me with word and deed. You’re very interested in my sexual submission.”