Creations 2: Creation's Control (17 page)

Drekk considered him. “Is that what’s bothering you? You don’t want a third in our bed?”

“If I recall, you told me that as my master, you could share
me
if you wanted to.” Drekk felt Ryen’s hurt like his own. “I was screwing with you. Not literally. Oh, come on. You don’t seriously think I’m going to share my mate?” The thought of it had his Xema and Ebrellion instincts rising. He suddenly saw everything in thermal lines and could feel himself changing.

“Easy, easy. Okay, I misjudged that one.” Ryen nuzzled Drekk’s cheek, and like that, Drekk’s urge to explode out of control vanished. “Can’t say I’m not pleased by your reaction.”

“
Drun
.” Drekk chuckled. “Yeah, I’m a possessive kind of guy. That doesn’t mean we can’t still share women between us if we have the urge. I won’t share you with another male. I can’t. But a woman’s different. She has things we don’t that I like to play with.” Ryen grinned. “Like tits and pussy. I love eating pussy.”

“And watching you do that would make me hard in seconds.”
It’s making me hard just
thinking about it.

“Sharing a woman would be okay. I agree with you about males. When Rafe gets too near you I get really angry, jealous I guess. But it’s different than the rages I used to have. I don’t feel that same anger anymore. I’m in control of myself.” Ryen sounded delighted by the fact.

“I’m happy for you. But Ryen,” Drekk paused to look deeply into his lover’s beautiful eyes. “I
like
your anger. I love how pissy you get when you don’t always get your way. That’s part of who you are. I love that you’re a Creation. So don’t change all that much.” Ryen smiled. “I don’t get ‘pissy’. Hell, I’m a man. I get pissed.” He laughed. “And speaking of manly... I called you ‘baby’ and ‘pet’ before and you loved it.” Drekk scowled. “I did not.”

“You did. So maybe we won’t have to go searching for a woman. I’ve got one right—”

“Here,” Drekk ended after he broke off his punishing kiss. “Now go to sleep,
baby
. Because the night’s over. “

“The hell is it. Cuffs, X position, spread wide.” Drekk swore as Ryen scuttled out of the way, and his wrists and ankles spread wide on the bed. “You found the controller I take it,” he said wryly. The bastard must have put the cuffs on him while he slept. Nicely done.

“Hot damn. No wonder you didn’t want to give up the controller. You have any idea of how sexy that is? You under
my
control?” Ryen eased next to him. “Stars, I love you.”

“It’s all about control,” Drekk agreed, swept away by Ryen’s kiss, his touch, his taste. “I love you, Ryen. Take me, mate. I’m yours.”

Chapter Twelve

Anin stared at the Fas brothers, stunned at their news. “Ryen is mated?” Nu Fas nodded with assurance, the giant male simply lovely in his arrogance. Tall, broad and full of hard muscle, he was a Ragga through and through. Both he and Set, his brother, looked enough alike to be twins. Long dark hair, orange eyes, ruddy skin, with the height and brawn of warriors. Yet she had no trouble telling them apart. Nu rarely smiled, always growling, whereas Set was the more charming of the two.

“Where will I go?” she asked, not sure what to do. For the past month, since her escape from the hated labs on planet Eyra, she’d lived aboard
Mara’s Light
. She tended to the domestic duties on the ship, given her own berthing, clothes and responsibilities. Heaven for a woman needing some space and a new direction in her life. But she’d always known this stay was temporary.

The Fas brothers had convinced her to remain with them while their ship docked on Mardu. The captain of
Mara’s Light
was taking time off with her mate. The other crew members had been encouraged to do the same while their ship received its due maintenance.

Anin wanted to stay with Erin but didn’t want to intrude on her sister’s happiness with Rafe. She’d thought to stay with Ryen once he settled in. Even though he had trouble controlling himself, Ryen would never hurt her. In the short months of their initial escape, he’d taught her to stand up for herself. To believe in her own opinions and make decisions.

“You’ll stay here,” Set said with a smile. He refused to look away from her eyes, and she knew it was because he didn’t want her to see his fascination with her body. The few times she’d caught him studying her ass and breasts, he’d been hard. Like he was now.

“Agreed?” Nu asked. “You’ll stay with us. We’re taking our break on Ragga. We’ll be leaving on a shuttle in a few hours.”

“Yes, Sir.” She bowed her head, at one with the submissive tendencies bred into her.

She smiled to herself when she heard Set’s low moan. He had a real thing for sexual dominance. She could sense it in him, the arousal whenever she neared, but especially when she tried to serve him.

“None of that,” Nu said, his voice thick. “You’re not our servant, Anin. You’re our guest.” He reached under her chin with his large hand, holding her still so he could look at her. His fingers felt like silk, so tender, so careful over her flesh. “We wish to show you our world, if that is your desire.”

Her desire? She wanted to please him and Set. Together, apart, at once. And not just in a platonic way, but sexually. He and Set seemed to take pleasure in her nearness. Though she kept a tight rein on her pheromones, her body and face had been designed to appeal to all males in the System. These two were no different, in that respect.

Except that they maintained such a wary distance. They knew she was a Creation, and she hated it. Her kind was right to be feared. Hell, look at what Ryen had done to the scientists who’d enslaved them. Killed them all in brutal, painful ways. But Anin was different. She didn’t want to hurt anyone. She wanted to please.

Would they ever see her as a woman needing love and not a monstrous Creation? Her eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t do that,” Nu growled. He wiped a tear from her eye, and the drop clung to his thumb.

“Idiot. What’d you do to make her cry?” Set asked in a harsh voice.

He ripped her from Nu and hugged her, careful not to crush her in his arms.

Anin shivered. She couldn’t help her arousal. His touch was perfection, like his brother’s. She’d never felt such attraction for a male before meeting them. When her pheromones settled over the three of them, she couldn’t help her sigh of relief. It was so difficult keeping her needs in check.

“Dammit, Anin. I thought we’d agreed you’d keep that perfume under wraps,” Nu rasped and caged her between himself and his brother. His cock dug into her back, and Set shifted to bring her inline with his erection in front.

On no. She’d displeased Nu. She hadn’t thought past her own needs.
Selfish Creation
, she could almost hear her Handler say.

“Dammit.” Set leaned down and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Ignore my brother. You want to serve? Go ahead, baby. Serve as much as you want to.”

“Set—”

“Nu, you don’t understand. But I’m beginning to.” Set smiled down at her, his harsh features beautiful in their savagery. “You want to please me, Anin? You go ahead.”

He bent his head, waiting for her kiss. But Anin wanted something else. She dropped to her knees and reached for the fastening of his trousers.

She heard dual groans but couldn’t think past her own desire. Nu lifted her quickly to her feet, but before she could protest, Set stole her words with a kiss.

“This is going to be one helluva trip home,” Nu rumbled. He grabbed Anin from his brother. “My turn.”

About the Author

Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling.

Twenty-four years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers.

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