Free Creations 2: Creation's Control by Marie Harte Page A

stubborn male. Ryen seemed on the verge of agreeing, maybe even accepting the truth.
    “You know,” Ryen said as he tried to sit up. The cuffs holding him down stopped him.
    “Fuck. You going to let me up yet or what?” He grimaced at his restraints and tugged harder.
    Drekk sighed. “Cuffs, release.”At least they’d taken a step in the right direction. And he’d found some ease. Hell, helping Ryen had turned him into a rutting pig. He had a hard time thinking about anything but fucking the mulish Creation.
    Ryen stood. He glanced in surprise at his belly and blushed, the sight so becoming Drekk had a hard time keeping his distance. “Thanks for cleaning me up.”
    “My pleasure.” Drekk felt his vision clouding with desire, with the urge to take what he wanted. Whenever that happened, his pupils expanded and he saw more of everything. Not what he needed right now with a naked Ryen standing so close. “Why don’t you go clean up while I figure out what else we’re going to do today?” Ryen grunted his agreement and left.
    Drekk took the time to straighten the room and calm his libido when his communicator sounded.
    He answered the call, keeping his video signal black. “Yeah?”
    “Is that any way to answer that expensive-as-shit communicator I bought you last year?”
    “I thought you said I had a week,” Drekk said to Rafe, not amused. He wanted nothing to come between him and Ryen— not after the progress we’ve made today , he quickly amended.
    Ryen had allowed himself to desire another male, but even better, to act on it. Aside from one instance, he hadn’t lost control of himself since his arrival.
    “The mining op actually got pushed back by another week. This is something else that’s just come up. I need you on this right away.”

    Glancing at the bedroom and weighing his options, Drekk cursed. As if he had a choice.
    “What do you need me to do?”
    “You’re not going to believe this, but some Ebrellions are making noise in Shathra.” Rafe lowered his voice. In the background Drekk could hear deep voices arguing. “I’m trying to placate a bunch of ruthless gang leaders pissed off that their women are on the market.” The  slave market.
    “I thought the Ebrellions were long gone.” Surprised to hear of the ruthless aliens once again in the Vrail System they’d once been banned from, Drekk well understood Rafe’s position. “You said gang leaders? Who are we talking about?”
    “Nennit, Dog and Tangle.”
    “All three of them in the same room? That can’t be good. Shit. Didn’t Tangle just take a mate?”
    “Yeah, and the damned female’s Nebite. You know the Ebrellions aren’t going to give her back without a fight. I might manage to trade a few pleasurers for Nennit’s woman, Dog’s daughters and the others. Hold on.” Rafe yelled at Erin to keep Tangle from killing Dog, then threatened to rip Nennit’s balls off if he touched one hair on Erin’s head.
    What a mess. Luckily for Rafe, he had Erin to keep the animals at bay while they worked.
    The pleasurer angle made sense. Why fight when you could buy your way out of trouble? Drekk didn’t need to ask if the pleasurers would be willing. Rafe played at being a bad guy. He at times tweaked the rules, but he’d never consent to slavery.
    “What do you want me to do?” Drekk asked.
    “The Ebrellions have blockers, so I can’t teleport in any of my contacts to make this right. I need you to use your magic and find a way into their warehouse. One of the females retained a comm unit. She’s been feeding us live info.” What Rafe didn’t say out loud; his contacts, the peacemakers , were ass out of this one since they couldn’t teleport into the area. Their presence would only worsen hostilities amongst the gang leaders anyway. Drekk would need to use his abilities to teleport into that warehouse to rescue the girls.
    A pregnant pause cautioned Drekk to ask, “What aren’t you telling me?”
    “It’s not a