A knock at the door pulled him further from the scene. If the interruptions continued, he’d leave hard and unsatisfied.
Theo growled at the interruption.
Tyran marched over and pressed the button for the door to open. Two small humans fell into the room.
One man landed on the other, and the one on the bottom hissed in pain. The slightly smaller man jumped off of him.
“Zan, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He pulled the man named Zan up.
The two were dirty, thin and not well cared for, but that’s not what drew him in.
An addicting smell lingered in the air. He lifted his nose. His cock sprung to attention, rock hard and ready to claim. The tight pants barely contained his girth. His teeth throbbed with the need to bite, taste, and own.
Two pairs of blue eyes studied him. While their body sizes were close, the smaller man looked like he’d collapsed under his weight. The other man had harder muscles and eyes that lacked the other’s innocence. He practically growled at him, which didn’t help the situation. He reminded the inner warrior that this man didn’t understand the rules. His hand itched to swat at his ass for the disrespect.
Tyran sniffed again. He lifted the man’s chin. Deep blue eyes met his gaze. The connection was instant and overwhelming. The need to possess and claim the man started to take over. If they’d been alone, he’d be thrusting deep into the man’s backside.
“Mine,” he said with a possessive growl.
“What?” Theo gasped and took a step forward.
Every part of him turned lethal. The man he’d spend the rest of his life with was standing in front of him.
Noises from down the hall made his lifemate tense. He pulled away and grabbed the smaller man’s arm. He slammed down on the button and the door slid shut.
The man on the cross shook his hips, trying to get their attention.
“I need more,” he whined.
Tyran growled. His mate was inside of a pet shop. How many men had he bent over for?
“Hi, don’t be angry,” his mate looked at the sub on the cross. “You don’t know me, but…” The sound of his voice sang to him. Everything about this man was intoxicating.
“We’re not really here,” the other man standing next to his mate said. He gave Tyran and Theo a playful wink, but grimaced when he looked at the man on the cross.
Tyran stared at his mate, waiting to hear if he’d try to lie. Obviously they were here. The smaller human was lucky that he didn’t belong to Tyran because his bottom would’ve been spanked.
His mate glanced at the man on the cross and then at Tyran’s hand holding the whip. Blue eyes burned with anger. His mate moved toward the door, but there was no way he was getting away. Tyran reached for his mate’s arm and tugged him closer.
“Go play with your friend,” his mate hissed. He thrashed in his arms, clearly unhappy at the scene.
Tyran’s lips arched into a smile. “Jealous?” he asked.
The man’s eyes widened like he couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth.
Tyran pinned him to the wall. Now that he’d found his lifemate, nothing would keep them apart. The man was his and the sooner he accepted that the better.
Fists pounded against the door. His mate shook. He looked at Tyran, pleading for help. He let go of his mate’s arm. The man grabbed the younger man and dragged him into the corner. They bent down and huddled into two small balls while his mate tried to shield the other man from the world.
Tyran growled. He looked at Theo and the other man stood behind him as he opened the door. “Yes,” he barked out. He didn’t try to hide his irritation. He opened the door just enough for the men to see the sub tied to the cross. “What is it?”
“Sorry Sir. We’re looking for two runaways.” The bounty hunters tried to be nice, but he could tell that if two Warsarian warriors weren’t standing in front of them, they would’ve barged into the room and looked for their prey. Not going to happen.
Runaways. So his mate didn’t work here. That sent relief flooding through his veins. Still, he needed to know who the two men were running from. This side of the galaxy had some of the worst conditions for humans and weaker shifters. On some planets, humans were sex slaves with no freedom. At least on those planets the rules were cut and dry. On other worlds, parents owned their children until adulthood. Even then, they often forced them into a submissive relationship. The parents that cared tried to find someone to take care of their child, while others looked for easy money. It was the worst place to be a human traveling alone.
“Well, unless the man you’re looking for is strapped to the cross, he’s not here.” Tyran let the irritation show.
The guards studied the dark-haired man tied to the cross and dismissed him as a possibility.
“Sorry, we’ll be on our way.”
The apology had him shaking his head. Warsarians must be feared to elicit that response from bounty hunters.
Tyran shut the door and the hunters continued down the hall. After a few minutes, he walked over to the corner and looked down at the two men huddled on the floor. His mate stared up at him with forced strength and determination.
“Spread your legs.”
He jumped to obey. The captain moved closer. He pulled off the key from around his neck and then freed Zander’s aching cock.
Relief with a tinge of disappointment stirred inside of him. That didn’t make sense. The thing kept him bound without relief, but it felt good in an evil sort of way.
“Don’t get comfortable. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me to put it back on.”
Tyran eased out of his clothes exposing glorious muscles honed from long hours of training and life-and-death fighting. The warrior’s chest held badges of courage as scars covered it in a patchwork of design. He reached forward, touching the marks.
“Do they disgust you?”
Zander shook his head. “They’re a turn on.”
The captain nodded in approval, but he wasn’t done. Tyran’s cock pressed against his pants. The large bulge betrayed the impressive size, but nothing could prepare him for the reality. When the pants slid down, a large cock bounced up and down. He was filled with desire but also nervousness of the unknown.
Before he could mouth any objection, Tyran pressed him down on the bed. A large body covered him in a protective cocoon. Kisses rained down on his cheek, leading down to his neck before moving to capture his lips. The last kiss was chaste compared to this one. A tongue slid in demanding surrender. It plunged inside, rubbing against this tongue. He surrendered at the onslaught as he was devoured and possessed, tasting wild passion and temptation. Fingers explored every inch. He was lying on a pedestal, worshiped by a god so strong and powerful, yet gentle and loving. Tyran moved back to possess his mouth, pulling his bottom lip in between sharp teeth as he tugged and sucked. Sparks sizzled between them and he couldn’t get enough. Every nerve ending tingled. He’d never be able to get enough of this. Fire burned between them and nothing could ever feel this right. Strength oozed into him. He felt daring as fingers laced through dark red hair, clenching onto the strands like a lifeline to prevent drowning in a sea of passion.
Tyran tasted every inch of skin. The tongue didn’t hold back as it licked down his chest.
“You taste like sweet candy, but I’m going to change that. Soon my scent will leak from your pores.”
He hissed in approval. Soon the sweet kisses turned demanding and wanted his complete submission. His head tilted, exposing his neck. This kiss turned him hard. He reached between their bodies for relief, but Tyran pinned his hand to the bed.
“Don’t,” Tyran warned. “I’m in control.”
He tried to squirm, but then realized he had relinquished his control.
“That’s it. Remember the pleasure I give you. It won’t be quick humping, but a night of passion. Tomorrow your ass will remember the size of my cock because it will be inside of you long enough to mold your tight sheath.”
He threw back his head. “I need…” The rest of the thought wasn’t present. What did he need? To come. To be touched.
“I know what you need.” Tyran’s voice held a certainty that Zander didn’t feel. Large hands pushed his arms above his head. Kisses landed on his neck. Then teeth lightly bit into him as he pushed his hips up.
“You like teeth.”
He nodded at the discovery.
“Hands above your head.” The tone was sexy and full of authority.
His hands shot back in place, almost hitting Tyran’s chin. He hissed, hoping that didn’t mean a punishment that would translate to delayed fulfilling of his needs.
His cock jerked at the words of approval.
“Don’t move. I touch. You feel.”
Zander bit his lip, determined to follow the simple command.
Hands slid down his chest, pulling at his nipples. The sensitive nubs came to life as fingers rubbed in a circle before pressing into them. He always knew that part of him was extra sensitive. Even when he touched his cock, fingers played with his nipples. Tyran seemed to understand that as he pinched, squeezed, and teased them.
He felt the heat surge to his groin. His belly danced then flipped back and forth as his cock surged forward, but it wasn’t over. Tyran leaned over his chest and took one hard nub between his teeth and nibbled. Zander moaned and cried out. Then he pulled away and attacked the other side with equal ferocity.
“I can’t wait to clamp these.”
Right now, neither could he. His hand lifted off the bed, but Tyran’s sharp, lusty glare had the hand back down.
“That’s it. You’re mine to love.”
Hands moved over his sensitive skin. He felt the heat and hardness of Tyran’s cock against his leg, reminding him of the massive size. Would it fit? Those thoughts were quickly dismissed. He wouldn’t stop until the hard shaft sank deep into his ass.