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these damned 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.” Drekk 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.”

Chapter Four

    Ryen didn’t know how to free himself from the magnecuffs. Fuck. He glared as Drekk advanced, pissed as hell that he’d given the man the advantage. What bothered him even more was the fact that Drekk’s arousal pushed his out of control. He hungered for Drekk’s touch, even as he knew he should feel repulsed by it.
    Drekk 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, Drekk,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Sex with men is—”
    “Not allowed?” Drekk 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 realised he’d loosed his pheromones to bring Drekk closer. And not to engage him in battle.
    “It’s okay,” Drekk 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?” Drekk 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?”
    Drekk raised a brow, his grey eyes glinting with...humour? “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.” Drekk 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.
    Drekk reached between his legs to cup his aching balls. Shit.
    “What you need is to face some unpleasant truths,” Drekk said softly as he caressed Ryen’s sack. “You’re living the life your Handler made for you, Ryen. Let go of what he told you to feel and recognise what your body wants. If you didn’t like my touch, 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?” Drekk 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 want to.” Anger surged. “I could have hurt her.”
    Drekk 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, Drekk 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.”
    Drekk stood back and unbuttoned his trousers. Ryen wanted to look away but couldn’t tear his eyes from Drekk’s thick cock.
    “I’m going to stroke myself,