Creel blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Nothing looked familiar. He had never woken up in a strange place. It was one of his two unspoken rules that he followed. “Never expose yourself” and “Always know where you’re sleeping.” He prided himself on being in control. When he tried to sit up, pain tore through his ribs and shoulder, forcing him back down before he even lifted up off the bed.
The room wasn’t large, but it wasn’t small. The furniture was bolted to the floor. He was on a spaceship. No, that couldn’t be right, but nothing else made sense. Creel closed his eyes and felt for more clues. A ship in motion had gravity fluctuations. He was more sensitive than most to the tiny changes. There was no easy way to say it. Space travel made him sick. Not something he admitted, it was just one more thing that made him weak. The ship was docked on a planet. Now, he knew where, but the how part was still a blank. Think. Nothing was coming to him.
He focused on the pain. His ribs were tightly bandaged. That’s right. They’d been fractured by a few well-placed kicks. His shoulder was bound in a tight wrapping that forced his arm against his chest. How did that happen? The memories slowly came back to him. His father slammed him into the wall, knocking the joint out of alignment. After he escaped the man’s rage, he fixed that injury by slamming it into another wall and pushing the joint back into place.
The person that treated his injuries had done a great job. He closed his eyes. Just great. The last thing he needed was a doctor to examine him. Hopefully, they hadn’t reported it. He cringed. If they had, they’d call the man that tried to beat him to death. Creel couldn’t wait around to find out.
He lifted his good arm. Something tugged it back down. What the hell? He looked toward his right. Blood dripped down a tube into his arm. They were giving him blood. His entire body tensed as if willing the liquid to stop. He tried to reach with his other arm, but it wouldn’t move.
No, this couldn’t be happening. He looked at the tube again. It was happening. Since leaving this world, Creel had limited his intake of blood until he’d invented a nutrient supplement that allowed him to forgo the red liquid altogether. Warsarians needed blood for nourishment, but he found a way around that. It made him weaker, but it helped him keep his secret. He started to stretch out the arm. The tube pulled at his skin. It would bruise, but it needed to come out without puncturing the vein. A large hand wrapped around Creel’s wrist and held his arm down.
“Stop that,” a man said in a gentle but stern voice. For a moment, Creel believed everything was going to be all right, but he knew better. It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but when it did, he tried to pull away.
“Don’t.” The voice had lost the gentleness and became commanding and unbending. Creel blinked.
Night or day never mattered for his kind. They could always see. Too bad it took more than eyes to really view the world. Maybe that was their problem. Warsarians saw things so clearly that they never looked beneath the surface. But these green eyes were different. They didn’t just look at him, but they looked through him. He was pinned to the bed by a commanding gaze. A flesh of recognition fluttered in. Just before the blackness took him, he saw green that reminded him of a lush forest. “I know you. We met on the street. We bumped into each other.”
This man continued to study him. “You bumped into me.”
“Does that matter?” Creel couldn’t deny that statement. He barely remembered their bodies colliding. The pain he remembered, but the rest was blurry. “How did I get here?” The rest was endless blackness.
“You collapsed in my arms.”
His eyes widened. “At least you didn’t say I fainted.”
“Does that matter?”
Creel recognized the question as an echo from his earlier one. Heat burned his cheeks. “No, I guess it doesn’t matter. But thanks for reminding me. I had forgotten that part.” He paused. “Actually, I had no idea that I collapsed.” He emphasized the word collapsed just to make sure they both used that word in the future to describe what happened. “Too bad it couldn’t stay that way.”
“You’d rather live in denial.”
“No, I think I’d prefer to wake up in a gutter.” Okay maybe he was being unfair, but Creel usually woke up cranky. Today wasn’t an exception. “Warsarians aren’t known for their kindness. They don’t help weak men.”
“Is that what you are? A weak man.” A strong hand pushed back Creel’s hair. Up close, he saw an angry scar running down the man’s arm. The fingers that touched him were rough and callused from holding weapons and fighting. He wanted to swat at it, not because he hated the feel of this man’s hand against his skin, but because he liked it. That was far worse and something he couldn’t allow.
“So we have time to play,” Zeith said against his ear. He felt the warrior’s lips nibble on his earlobe. He bit down. His ears were always sensitive.
“If we do this, you’re mine.”
Creel nodded. His cock wanted to be touched. He pushed down the blanket and straddled Zeith’s waist. He wasn’t the type of man that walked away from what he wanted, and right now it was the stern Admiral that liked to be in control.
“Look at me,” Zeith ordered.
The sharp command didn’t ruin the mood. If anything, it made him even hotter, but Creel didn’t argue. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood, which would lead to a long night with his hand.
“I’m going to sink deep inside of you. Take your blood into me as I fuck you long and hard. Then I’m going to pour my cum inside, marking you as mine.”
That sounded really good. Creel bit his bottom lip as his hand reached down to stroke his cock.
“Is that what you want?” Zeith asked.
“Stop talking and just do it. I want you.” And that was the truth. An image filled him of them walking down the street. Their hands joined together. He felt his future happiness. Any doubt disappeared. This is what he wanted. Zeith grunted and Creel landed on his back. Their lips touched and Zeith took over. His mouth demanded entrance as his tongue slid in, thoroughly claiming Creel. If kissing was this intense, he could only imagine taking Zeith’s cock between his lips as he sucked on it. Their mating wouldn’t be gentle. No, he’d be taken until his body no longer knew where he ended and Zeith began.
His fingers tore at his mate’s shirt. It slid from his shoulders as Zeith’s finger pressed into his nipple and then lightly squeezed it. Creel arched his back.
“I’m thinking of piercing these with golden hoops. Would you like that? I can pull and play with them all night.”
His cock jerked at that promise. This was going too slow. He whimpered with need. “Your pants,” Creel said demanding their instant removal.
“Do you like them?” Zeith asked in a light teasing voice. The Admiral’s hand grabbed his wrist and guided it to his groin. “See what you do to me. I’m so hard for you.”
He shivered. The cock was big and he wanted to touch it. Not through layers of fabric. He pulled away and started to unbutton the pants, but Creel couldn’t get them to slide down.
“Let me help you,”
Zeith pulled away and he moaned in protest. He bucked up to try and rub against the hard body.
When his mate’s pants slid down his legs, a large cock jutted out and called him forward. Creel licked his lips and moved in. He needed to taste. His fingers stoked the hard length. It was perfect under his touch. He ran his finger down the vein toward Zeith’s balls. He pulled on the heavy sacks that would soon be pressed against his ass.
“Suck it,” Zeith ordered.
He leaned forward and kissed the tip. Zeith grabbed his hair. “Open up.”
The order was followed before he processed that it was a command. Zeith moved his hips, pushing the cock deep into his throat. It was like heaven sliding between his lips. The heat was nothing compared to the fire burning inside of him. His balls tightened. Zeith tasted so good. His head bobbed up but he needed to feel it penetrate his ass. Zeith grabbed his hair.
“That’s enough. You want your ass fucked.”
It wasn’t a question, but he nodded. He lay down on the bed, spread his legs, and bent his knees. He licked his lips and started to stroke his cock.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you want you want.”
Zeith reached beneath the bed and pulled out a vial of oil. He groaned thinking about how many men he’d used that with. Zeith spread the oil on his fingers and handed him the bottle. Creel looked at it and then at Zeith. A finger pushed into him. There was no gentleness as it proceeded to fuck his ass.
“Get my cock ready. Spread the oil over my shaft so it’s nice and slick.”
As fingers continued to spread him, he used the oil on his mate’s shaft. His hands were slick, but that large shaft needed to be well lubed to fit into him. Fingers found his sensitive spot and he jumped up and pushed down to try to feel it again. But then Zeith slid from his body.
Creel grabbed on to his hair, trying to calm down. The bed shifted as the Admiral climbed on top of him. He almost laughed. “What’s so funny?” Zeith asked.
“I just pictured you taking charge of a spaceship like you’re going to take charge of me.”
Zeith smirked. He grabbed Creel’s thighs and yanked his legs open. Then he pushed inside, sliding balls-deep into his heat.