Rise to Submit [Rise of the Changelings, Book 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page A

falling…until a large and strong hand caught him by his upper arm, pulling him back to an upright position.
    Ian stilled, immediately raising his hands above his head and slamming his eyes closed. The man chasing him down was three times Newman’s size in strength and lethality. Mason looked like he could snap Ian with ease.
    There was a primitive instinct in Ian to run or to fight, but he knew neither choice would bode well for him. Mason could outrun him and he sure as hell could beat Ian’s ass in a fight. So his only choice was to stand very still and pray the man didn't have ill intent.
    He listened, straining to hear what the guy was doing. The forest sounds were all around him, but Ian couldn’t hear Mason moving.
    A twig snapped.
    Ian fought the urge to turn his head in the direction of the noise even though instinct was trying to make him do just that. He had learned the painful way not to move one muscle when in this position. If he even twitched, Newman made him pay.
    Ian could feel that Mason was at his back now. The heat of the changeling seeped through Ian’s cold skin and into his bones, but it didn't warm him.
    Ian waited for Mason to speak, but the man said nothing. His knees threatened to buckle when Mason moved in closer, and he could hear a faint inhaling noise, like Mason was sniffing him. He wanted to know what the man was doing, but was too terrified to ask.
    “Why are you standing like this? What does it mean?” A breath whispered past Ian’s ear, and he knew Mason was bending real close.
    Ian tried his best to control his erratic pulse. His mind was racing to come up with a reason he could give Mason, but Newman had never given Ian one.
    The vampire had just wanted Ian naked and standing like this whenever he snapped his fingers or commanded him to do so like Ian was a dog. He opened his mouth and then closed it, wondering what Mason wanted him to say.
    “Answer me.” The command was heavy with an animalistic growl. Or was that just Ian’s imagination? Whatever it was, Ian was quick to answer the command.
    “I’m not sure, mast—Mason.”
    He listened as Mason walked back around him. This time his steps could be heard. They weren’t the silent ones that had Ian straining to hear.
    “Open your eyes.”
    Ian lifted one eyelid, and then the other, staring directly at Mason’s thick chest. The man was tall, broad. Ian’s head only reached the man’s pecs. He curbed the instinctive urge to take a step back. Even though Ian had opened his eyes, he still hadn’t moved a muscle—which was an accomplishment considering it was cold as hell out here.
    “Lower your arms.”
    Ian hesitated as he snapped his eyes up at Mason’s face and then lowered them just as quickly. The guy was throwing him off. He was speaking in low, even tones. Newman, or Calico for that matter, had never spoken to Ian like he needed gentle care. But Mason’s tone wasn’t harsh, wasn’t biting. He wasn’t sure how to react.
    “Do I have to repeat myself?”
    Ian lowered his arms, clasping his hands in front of him and glancing down at the ground. He wasn’t sure what Mason was going to do to him, but he prayed like hell the man didn’t want sex. Ian knew he wouldn’t have a choice. The changeling was large enough and muscled enough to take what he wanted.
    He stood stock-still, staring at the moss-covered roots as he waited for Mason’s next command. Ian had been going to the vampire BDSM club since he was seventeen. For four years he was told what he could and could not do while in the presence of a dominant male. After learning the brutal way of not doing what was commanded, Ian’s instincts were honed to obey.
    That was why Ian had always made sure he made it home. Living at the club full time was not something he wanted. But the addiction had become too much, clawing at him as he sat alone in his bedroom, fighting the need, fighting the call of his craving. Then after a while, he stopped fighting