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scent...” Ryen released a tremendous amount of pheromone into the air, wanting to see it happen. To his delight, Drekk pulled out of Glaia and shot all over her back.
    The urge to lean over Glaia, to smell, touch and taste the essence of Drekk felt too compelling to resist.
    Even as he knew he should be repulsed by such thoughts, Ryen leaned forward and rubbed Drekk’s cum into Glaia’s back. She arched and purred like a kitten. Ryen experienced the same contentment, which surprised him. Normally it took several females, one after another or all-together, to relieve his urges. This day it took one pleasurer...and Drekk’s company.
    He stared down at his sticky hand rubbing Glaia’s back and stilled. What the hell am I doing? Yanking his gaze to Drekk as he wiped his hand on his stomach, he saw that Drekk appeared mesmerised by the action.
    “It’s good, isn’t it?” Drekk asked, his voice low and seductive.
    “So good,” Glaia moaned as Drekk withdrew and helped her to her feet. He showed her to the hidden lav. When he turned around, he and Ryen shared silence.

    “I guess I should thank you.” Ryen didn’t know what to think. What did Drekk mean by sharing this woman for sex? And why couldn’t Ryen tear his gaze from the male?
    Between Drekk’s impressive cock and his sparkling grey eyes, Ryen couldn’t look away.

    “You’re welcome.”

    “Right.”Ryen clenched and unclenched his fists. “So how the hell did I get here? What are these bands?” He held his wrists out to Drekk.

    “You’re at my place. After I soundly trounced your ass yesterday, I felt bad.” He winked at Ryen. Mr. Stoic winked . “I brought you back here and knocked you out.”

    “Yeah, with some kind of scent. Some knock-out drug? What did you use on me?”

    “My secret.”

    Drekk’s cock, amazingly, swelled again. Ryen’s responded in kind, and he wondered if all male Creations had the same drive. Embarrassed by Drekk’s sly grin, he turned and paced, willing his mind away from Drekk—from sex.

    “I want my clothes back. I have to go.”

    Drekk sat on the bed and lay back, his hands behind his head. “Why?”
    “Why? There’s no why. I want to go.” The thought of imprisonment was enough to spike his adrenaline, ruining the peace he’d just experienced. “You can’t keep me here.” Drekk sighed. “Ryen, you killed two of those barbarians last night. I had to dance around their overlord to prevent him from seeking Barbarian justice. So think about what you’re rushing out to do. This is all new to you, your freedom. And it’s precious. You don’t want to lose it before you can appreciate it, do you?”
    “No.” Ryen opened his senses but caught nothing more than Drekk’s willingness to help him. “I want to remain free. What I don’t understand is why you’re helping me.” Drekk glanced at the door to the lav before he answered. “Someone once helped me, and I’m trying to return the favour. You don’t know how many ‘friends’ I’ve had to put down because they wouldn’t take my help. Out of control, they were a danger to themselves and everyone around them. You know what that’s like.” Ryen didn’t want to understand. He didn’t know what he might have said had Glaia not exited the lav. Drekk rolled off the bed and escorted her to the door. He whispered something in her ear that had her laughing and looking back at Ryen.
    “Bye, handsome. Anytime you want more fun, you come to Sacha’s at the quad and ask for me.” Glaia sighed. “Yummy.”

    Drekk paused with her at the door and said to Ryen, “Wait here for me. Please?” Ryen should have demanded to leave. Should have pushed past Drekk given the opportunity. “Don’t make me wait long,” he growled, wondering why he stayed.
    Smiling, Drekk escorted Glaia away.
    Ryen waited with a patience that pleased him. He might be annoyed with Drekk for so many unanswered questions, but he couldn’t fault the man’s attempt to