Creations 4: Caging the Beast (15 page)

“Tell me what I want to know.” This time Zachem’s perfume went straight to his head.

He barely felt Zachem’s hands on his body, pushing him down onto his back. “Wh-what?”

“Tell me,
czeva
, why you hurt. Tell your pet how to heal you.” Zachem’s mouth found his balls and began sucking, licking, and teasing him out of his mind.

Tarn suddenly wanted nothing more than to respond. “Need your seed inside me. To give me back my
shei
and cement our bond. Need your love, so much.” Zachem’s scent went straight to his groin.

“Very good. And ‘
czeva’
? I want to hear in your own words what it means.” Tarn knew he shouldn’t be speaking, but he wanted to do whatever it took to satisfy the generator of such sweetness. “Fuck, I need to come.
Czeva
, my
czeva
. My heart, Zachem. My mate,” he slurred, sliding his hands through the silk of his hair. Wet heat engulfed him, and he jerked up, nearing climax. “Blood and sex, need it to keep you. Want you to stay with me.

Forever,” he moaned, on the edge.

Then Zachem’s lips left him and found his mouth. His mate kissed with such passion, his tongue stroking, loving Tarn so damned much. A hand fisted around his shaft and began pumping the already primed rod. He spurted hard while Zachem devoured his groans of relief.

Zachem trailed his mouth over Tarn’s body and nipped at his chest. Taking the nipple into his mouth, he brought Tarn too quickly to arousal again.

“Pyrgo thinks you’re in heat, needing your mate who isn’t yet your mate. That you’re dying without your full
shei
.” He blew a puff of air across Tarn’s aroused nipples and then bit.

“Fuck. Mate, please.” Tarn writhed, in love, in lust, and in desperate need.

“Mates, yes.” Zachem left him for a moment. When Tarn blinked his eyes open, he saw Zachem naked, his cock hard, wet, and large. “Turn over, on your hands and knees.” Again that scent swept over him, making him see the right in anything Zachem said.

He waited for Zachem, not disappointed when his mate reached under him and took the remaining cum off his belly. Then he shoved Tarn’s knees wider and pulled his ass cheeks apart.

Sudden awareness dawned. “No, wait.”

But Zachem pressed forward, a slick cock breaching the one passage Tarn had only ever once in his lifetime granted another, when he’d first passed into manhood. A rite of passage then, a rite of love now.

“So tight.” Zachem slowly eased forward, his girth painful. He stopped when he met resistance, then forced his way through when Tarn pushed out to receive him.

“Zachem, no.” Tarn didn’t want it this way. Zachem had to want him. To know the repercussions of taking Tarn in this way.

“Shh, easy.” Zachem stroked his back as he seated himself fully inside Tarn’s
honet
.

“Stars, I’m not going to last at all.”

“You’ll hate me for this. Don’t do it.” Tarn’s eyes burned, and he furiously blinked back tears. Beside himself with longing, grief, and arousal, he tried not to think of how this would certainly turn out.

“It’s okay,
czeva
. I know, and I accept you. All of you,” Zachem said thickly as he pulled out, then thrust back again. He took Tarn with a careful rhythm that threw Tarn into carnal ecstasy, sooner than he’d have liked. Everything about his mate resonated within him. The power, the deceptive fragility, that heavenly scent… He came again, moaning his mate’s name. The moment seared itself into his brain, especially when Zachem thrust a hand into his mouth, deliberately cutting his finger on Tarn’s now sharp teeth.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming,” he breathed as Tarn sucked on his finger.

Zachem felt huge, so thick, so hot inside him. And then Zachem tensed and cried out, shooting more than his seed, but returning Tarn’s
shei
. The wash of energy surged between them and pushed Tarn into a harder orgasm, one that seemed to go on forever.

“Now you’re mine, just as I’m yours,”
he swore he heard Zachem say in his mind. But he couldn’t be sure that wasn’t just wishful thinking.

They stayed joined for some time, until Zachem withdrew, complaining of the ache in his knees.

Tarn would have fallen to the ground had Zachem not caught him and dragged him to lay across his chest.

“My master shouldn’t have to sleep on the hard ground.” Tarn winced at the cuts and bruises on his body from their landing. But with his
shei
returned, and stronger than ever, he healed himself in moments.

Zachem stroked his spine. “Ah, I see my master is still keeping secrets. You can heal yourself?”

“Only when my
shei
is healthy.” He paused, staring down at his future. “Zachem, I want you to know, I never meant for this to happen.”

“You didn’t want a mate? Or you didn’t want a Creation for a mate?” Zachem shuttered his gaze.

“You don’t understand. I know how much you wanted your freedom.”

“That’s right. I told you when you pretended to be a
threll
.” Zachem stiffened underneath him. “When I confided in you, another lie.” He tried to push Tarn off, but Tarn refused to budge.

“Listen to me, you stubborn
drun
,” Tarn growled. “I’m your master, and you’ll lay there and damned well listen!”

In the span of a heartbeat, Zachem obeyed.

“You’re mine,
my
fucking mate. I wanted you from the very first moment I saw you, so shut the hell up. You don’t know a thing about what I went through with you.” Zachem raised a brow, no doubt designed to stoke his anger, which it did.

“I came to Colony6 to retrieve Drekk’s crystal. That’s it. And then I saw you, and I got distracted. When I had you under me, your warmth so near, that perfection all mine… I lost control,” he snarled. “Me. The fucking destroyer for my race. I lost my head and bonded with you. I could have finished it then. You never would have known a thing but that you felt differently towards me.”

Zachem’s gaze softened. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m not a slaver. This had to be your choice. Did you know that by taking me, you’d be sealing our lives together?”

Zachem said nothing, and Tarn scowled.

“Did you?”

“Why do you care? You’re healed, we’ve had sex—marathon sex. And it’s never been better for me. You have a slave. What more do you want?”

“I want
you.
”Tarn kissed his mate hard on the mouth, aggravated to no end. “I want you to stay with me because you want to, not out of a sense of duty. I want you to forget all those other cocksucking masters and know that I’m your one, true master. The man who will care for you forever. Me, not Caegon, not your Handler. But Tarn.” Zachem cradled him between his long legs, rubbing the back of his ankles up and down Tarn’s calves and stirring his desire once more.

“I want you, Zachem. Just you,” Tarn groaned, caught in the grip of his heat once again.

“You have me, Master.”

“Do I?” Tarn asked, grinding into Zachem’s pelvis.
Do I really, my warrior’s heart?

He lowered his head and kissed Zachem with all the love inside him. As their mouths met and Tarn sought his mate’s welcoming warmth once more, he felt an insatiable need to tie them together. Because despite their bonding, he felt the distance between them. And it was unacceptable.

He resolved to do whatever it took to win Zachem’s love. He’d never in his life lost when it mattered. He wasn’t about to start now.

Zachem slanted a glance at Tarn as they tromped through the jungle, still amazed he’d mated with a male who could turn into another creature altogether. No wonder he’d felt such an affinity for the large
threll
he’d befriended at The Pit. He’d been with Tarn all along.

The bitterness of Tarn’s deceit had since faded. No matter how much he disliked the lies, Zachem understood why Tarn hadn’t confessed the truth from the beginning. For the same reason he hadn’t confessed to his own background. There was danger in truth, which led him back to the topic that weighed heavily on his mind.

His future.

Tarn had all but stamped a possessive ‘mine’ on his forehead. Since their bonding two days ago, he’d been super attentive, yet refrained from any more sexual overtures, though Zachem knew Tarn wanted him. Confusing, and not a little off-putting, Tarn’s concern made Zachem feel treasured, and he liked the feeling a little too much. He didn’t want to grow accustomed to such care, only to have it ripped away when Tarn returned home.

“We’ll walk until dark, a few more hours at most. Then we might be close enough that I can reach Drekk’s mind. I still can’t feel Pyrgo.”

“If he’s even still alive. The ship took a few hits before he jettisoned the escape pod.”

“He’s alive. He took the crystal with him. If he’d had any doubts about surviving, he would have given it to you.” Tarn sounded certain.

“Well, he mentioned teleporting as soon as the ship neared land. So I hope he cleared the crash.” Pyrgo’s plan had been to crash land on the planet and teleport out moments before he hit. Teleportation, a terrific ability. “Why don’t you teleport out of here? What limits do you have? You say you can’t ‘talk’ to Drekk because you’re not close enough. How close do you have to be for the telepathy to work?” Tarn stopped and smiled. “I wondered when you’d start asking questions.” He pulled a canteen out of the backpack he’d taken from the support pod. “Drink this first.” Zachem rolled his eyes. Tarn taking charge again, and seeing to his mate’s wellbeing before his own. He drank to satisfy Tarn, and drank more when he realised he needed it.

“There’s no limit on teleportation that I know of. But doing so costs a lot of energy. In The Pit, I teleported all over the place. I’ve covered great distances on Mardu and Brel, my homeworld. But I’ve never ‘ported between planets or through a gravitational field. I just kind of sense my limits.”

“You teleported with me.”

“A small distance. It wasn’t that hard. My nephew once saved a dozen females from some rogue Ebrellions. Wore him out.”

“And the telepathy?”

Tarn took the canteen Zachem held for him and drank, right where his mouth had been.

Zachem suppressed a shiver, wondering when they’d touch mouths again.

“Ebrellions are psychic creatures by nature. We use the voids all around us, share thoughts at will, and can control our
shei
, to some extent. I can talk to other Ebrellions with my mind as long as we’re close. If I can visualise their wavelengths, I can communicate with them.”

“Wavelengths? Like an energy thing, like
shei
?”

“Exactly.” Tarn handed the canteen back to Zachem and their hands brushed.

Heat stole through him at the contact. He saw an answering hunger in his mate’s eyes.

“Why haven’t you touched me?”

Tarn’s brows rose. “I just did.”

“With your cock,” he said bluntly.

“Ah.”An amused smirk curled Tarn’s lips.

Annoyed and growing angrier the more Tarn smiled at him, Zachem took a step forward and caught the shorter man by the shirt collar. “Don’t fuck with me—”

“I thought that’s exactly what you wanted,” Tarn murmured. “Now let go of me.” The unmistakable command in his voice triggered Zachem to release him. “I wondered how you’d react to a bit of distance. I don’t think you like it, pet. You need me to be in charge more, don’t you?”

Damned, but he did. “I just asked a simple question,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You want me to fuck you? Just ask me to.”

“I shouldn’t have to ask you.”
You should tell me what you want. Then I’ll do it.

Tarn’s smile faded. “
Czeva
, look at me.” He waited until their gazes met. “I’ve been trying to give you space, to show you we’re equals. And we are, but not the way you need us to be. I’m dominant. You’re submissive. There is no shame in that.”

“I’m not submissive.” At least, he didn’t want to be.

“You are.” Tarn stroked his chest and reached a hand to wrap around his throat. He didn’t squeeze. Tarn stared into Zachem’s eyes, and the intensity made him look away.

“Everything about you pleases me.” The hand around his throat tightened, enough to make Zachem uncomfortably hard. “Your beauty, your strength. The struggle within you fascinates me, because you never give up, nor do you give yourself any excuses.” Zachem flushed, unaccountably pleased by Tarn’s praise.

“I wish I could make you believe me, but you’ll learn for yourself. Being my pet, my love, isn’t wrong. It’s—”

“Your what?” Had Tarn just called him his love?

Instead of responding, Tarn froze. He pushed Zachem away into the treeline, behind a massive trunk. “Make no noise. Wait here.” Tarn dropped the pack, tore off his clothes, and shifted into a
threll
. He turned from man to a glow of energy to a
threll
in the blink of an eye.

Then he vanished.

Zachem wanted to follow but had no idea where to go. That and he needed to obey his master’s orders. Several moments passed. He heard nothing, and then footsteps. Several of them. Yet he hadn’t heard laser fire or the sound of an altercation.

Tarn suddenly reappeared behind him. The beast purred and rubbed against Zachem’s legs. In seconds, he shifted back and dressed in his trousers.

Together, they stepped out from behind the tree trunk. Two dangerous males stalked through the jungle in their direction. Both were armed and dressed to blend into the environment.

“Tarn!” A rough looking male two heads smaller than Zachem approached Tarn with his arms outstretched. A scar ran down his face, and the muscles on the male’s body and the cautious awareness in his gaze indicated he was used to battle.

The second male behind him topped him by a head span and was perhaps the most muscular male Zachem had ever seen, as well as the most beautiful. He had short black hair, golden skin, and strange, piercing midnight blue eyes with a golden pupil. He wore a collar, but this one looked decorative more than functional. The dangerous scent around the male intrigued him. Familiar, yet not. Like the other one who stood way too close to
Zachem’s mate.

Zachem inserted himself between Tarn and the male with a snarl.