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laving his way down Drekk’s body, using any and all excuse to rub against his grey-eyed seducer.
    “More,” Ryen rasped until he captured Drekk’s cock in his mouth. So fucking good ... He let go of the pheromones bursting at the seams.
    “Dammit, Ryen.” Drekk ground into his face, holding him close by the roots of his hair.
    Ryen sucked hard, wanting more of the salty-sweet cum beading at Drekk’s slit. He wanted to drink it down, to swallow every fucking drop.
    Drekk yanked on his hair. “Let go, dammit.”
    Forced to release Drekk’s cock, Ryen stared up at Drekk in a daze. “What—” In a heartbeat, Drekk shoved him flat on his back and held him down with ease.
    Amazed at Drekk’s speed, agility and a power he’d never accredited the male, Ryen could only stare up at him. Sure Drekk was strong, but to manage him with such ease...
    “Cuffs, spread wide.”
    Ryen’s arms and legs spread open, turning him into a human X. “Dammit, let me go. Let me touch you, taste you.” He licked his lips, drugged on Drekk’s taste as he watched that slit fill with milky seed. “Stars, Drekk, let me suck you.”
    “No.” Drekk’s voice was hoarse when he answered. “Remember who’s really in charge, Ryen. You don’t please me unless I let you.” Ryen bucked, enraged in an instant. Denied his desire, frustrated to be so close and rejected yet again, he went crazy.
    Through it all, Drekk sat over him and waited until Ryen exhausted himself.
    “Done?”
    Ryen didn’t know why, but this torture seemed worse than anything he’d been through. Though Drekk hadn’t physically harmed him, not allowing him the ecstasy he craved, the intimacy he knowingly sought, wounded him.
    On the verge of tears and fucking pissed about it, Ryen readied himself to break every bone in his body to escape when Drekk leaned down and kissed him.
    So softly, so gently. The touch undid him.
    Sighing into Drekk’s mouth, Ryen’s tension faded. He demanded more, then quieted when he realised Drekk had indeed resumed control.

    “Please,” he whispered, wanting the untouchable offering Drekk held so near.
    “Please what?”
    Confused, Ryen didn’t know what to say. Drekk stared down at him with compassion, and the hurt within faded.
    “Wait here.”
    Like he was going to get up and leave? Ryen tugged at his wrists and ankles, his cock tormenting him with every brush against his rough trousers.
    Drekk returned with another band, this one wider and studded with grey stones the colour of Drekk’s eyes. Grey stones? Not a band, then. “A collar.” He cringed when Drekk put it on him. But as the fastening cinched closed, a surge of meekness took him by surprise.
    “Please what?” Drekk asked again and straddled Ryen’s belly, resting on his knees.
    His glorious cock bobbed, flushed and ready, the head wet with arousal.
    Drekk had earlier told Ryen when submitting to call him ‘Sir’—a reality Ryen had discarded until this very moment.
    “Please, Sir,” Ryen choked on the word, though Drekk’s delight soon soothed the sting.
    “Very good.” Drekk ran a finger over the synthetic collar that was surprising smooth against Ryen’s flesh. “You acknowledge my control. Your subservience to someone else. To your master.”
    “Yes,” Ryen whispered, confused as to why this felt so right, when he should have felt degraded.
    “Tell me what Synster did to you.”
    Shocked at the question, Ryen didn’t answer, and Drekk repeated himself. The sound of that demon’s name on Drekk’s tongue, here now, was a perversion.
    “No.”
    “Yes. Let that festering sore heal. Let the ugliness out.” Drekk removed Ryen’s clothing, petting him with callused hands where he met bare flesh. The touch offered comfort while the words threatened to undo this careful peace. “Share with me, Ryen. Tell your master what he wants to hear.”
    Ryen had trouble breathing, anxiety riding him hard. The sudden urge to please almost hurt, worse than the