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apologise.
    Glaia had one helluva mouth.

    Drekk returned to find the bedroom empty. A noise from the lav answered that question. Sated and pleased with Glaia’s visit, Drekk pressed a few buttons on his hidden control panel. The bedroom engineered two chairs, a dresser and unlocked the armoire.
    Drekk pulled Ryen’s clothing from his bottom drawer and set out something for the male to wear.
    Then, taking a deep breath, he walked into the lav. The sight of Ryen’s face titled up, his eyes closed as water and solar rays bathed him from head to toe, stoked Drekk’s lust into a roar. Which made no sense considering he’d climaxed twice not minutes ago.
    Tamping down his lust—which he thankfully found easy to handle—he held onto his pheromones and waited for Ryen to finish. Much as he would have liked to join the male in the shower, he didn’t think Ryen was ready for that yet. A glance at Ryen’s cuffs had him grinning. Not ready yet, but soon.
    “You going to stare at me all day?” Ryen asked, his eyes still closed.
    “Just until you get your tight ass out of my shower. I’m a little sticky.” Drekk swore Ryen blushed. “Glaia’s good, hmm?”
    “Yeah.” Ryen said nothing more and left the shower. Drekk handed him a towel, deliberately grazing Ryen’s fingers as he did so. The short frown on Ryen’s face satisfied him.
    “I’ll be right out. Clothes are on the bed for you. You have the run of the house, but I’d ask you not to leave until we talk.” The first test. He’d left the bedroom door open. He’d also programmed the cuffs not to move past the front and rear entrances of his domicile. The windows had also been magnetically sealed.
    Ryen nodded as he dried himself, then left the lav.

    Drekk wondered how difficult today would prove. A new game plan, outstanding sex, Ryen’s compliance...
    “Controlling asshole,” roared from the other room.
    So much for compliance. Sighing, Drekk took his time in the lav. After drying and dressing, he left his bedroom. In the outer room staring out one of two large, laser-proof windows, he found Ryen clad in the clothes he’d laid out for him—trousers and a thin white sleeveless shirt. Annoyance, not fury, darkened Ryen’s beautiful eyes to a midnight blue.
    “Why am I a prisoner here when you told me I wouldn’t be?” So sexy when riled. Drekk walked past him to the dining area, aware that by giving his back to Ryen he showed a measure of trust. Thankfully, Ryen didn’t attack, which meant that sex had a remarkable effect on the male. So far so good.
    “Are you hungry?”
    Ryen glared. “Yeah.”
    “Two glar steaks, frell and blan juice.” Drekk waited for the processor to work. “I feel just like my Creator when I order breakfast.”
    Ryen blinked in surprise, then gifted Drekk with a rare smile.
    The processor finished and Drekk took Ryen’s plate and his own to the table by the second window. “Grab the drinks, would you?”
    Ryen did so and sat with him. He looked as if he wanted to say something but the scent of food must have taken his will to argue. As he ate, Drekk explained the reason for Ryen’s ‘imprisonment’.
    “The reason you’re here, my friend, is that you need help. No, no arguing while you eat. Hear me out while you devour your meal.”
    Ryen frowned but said nothing more and tucked into his food. The return of his appetite relieved Drekk. For the past week the giant had eaten half that much. It seemed Ryen was truly on the road to recovery. Physically, at least.
    “As a Creation, we’re built to submit,” Drekk continued. “The first generation of us didn’t take, as you know. They were weak, barely able to function unless told to breathe every day. The second batch was no better. The monsters tortured and killed thousands.
    “Those didn’t work either. Gradually, the Creators realised they needed to incorporate both submissive and dominant markers into our genetic coding. Unlike many in the System, we don’t