Free Dawn, Dakota - The Desperate Fay King [Kidnapped by a Fay] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) by Dakota Dawn Page A

knew he’d do anything for Reed.

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    A doctor was called to Reed’s rooms the second they returned. He deemed Chase healthy but recommended he take it easy for a few days. Chase had rolled his eyes when he’d heard that. Rest from what? He didn’t have a job here…other than trying to stay alive. The repeated kidnappings were starting to get old, too. Maybe he could use some rest. Needing some clothes that didn’t have holes or stains, Chase went to his closet. He still couldn’t get over how big it was and how soft his new clothes were. They fit his body like a glove.
    When he walked out of the closet, Reed informed him it was time to eat lunch. Chase raised a brow but didn’t say anything. He just followed Reed to the private dining room like a good puppy would. If this was his new home, he was going to have to start taking control of his destiny.
    During their meal, which was quite good, Reed pressed him for details. Chase started with the young man in the food court telling him to watch his back and ended with him picking his scab off to see if Reed’s mark was still there. As soon as he was finished, Reed called Tate and had him start looking for the man from the food court.
    Chase’s stomach fluttered as he listened to Reed’s conversation. Reed seemed very serious about removing the threat to him. He was falling hard for Reed. Cool, controlling Reed.
    Chase watched as Reed ended the call. His breath hitched when Reed’s glowing teal eyes locked with his. From experience, Chase knew Reed’s eyes glowed when he was aroused.
    Reed pushed back from the table and stood. “Let’s go to our bedroom. I want to check you out personally.”
    Time to start shaping his destiny. “That won’t be necessary. The doctor already checked me out.”
    Reed’s brows shot straight up. “I’m the boss here. I told you to go to our bedroom, and I meant it. Now get up and let’s go.”
    Chase stayed seated. “You being gorgeous doesn’t impress me. One thing you need to understand is that I’m not your puppet.”
    The glow intensified in Reed’s eyes. Reed stalked over to Chase and looked down at him. “You belong to me. As my mystic mate, you do what I tell you to do.”
    Chase flung his arms out. “Do I look like I was born here? You kidnapped me because you need me. That you need me shifts the power to me.”
    Reed’s brows snapped together. “You are a population builder, not a king. Now go to our bedroom and strip.”
    Well, that hurt like hell . A dagger shoved through his heart would have been kinder. Chase pushed to his feet and looked up at Reed. Why did the asshole have to be so tall? “Kiss my ass.”
    “Oh, I plan to. Now go do what I told you to do.” Reed pointed toward the door.
    Reed being king was turning out to be a negative. “I don’t have to take this shit.” Chase tapped his head. “I’ve got a brain. I analyze things for a living.” Chase looked Reed up and down. “My analysis is that you are an unfeeling bully who is used to getting his way. Go find someone else to repopulate with.” As the last words left his mouth, Chase felt the sting of tears. He quickly turned and headed for the door.
    Reed sighed loudly, and his hair darted out and circled Chase’s wrist.
    Chase jumped and turned around. “Keep your hair to yourself. It’s freaky when you use it.”
    “I know some freaky ways to use my hair that will make your toes curl. Go to our bedroom and I’ll show you.” A sinfully wicked smile curled Reed’s sensual lips.
    Chase’s dick jumped. Trying to control his growing need, he rolled his eyes and said, “Have you forgotten my analysis of you already?”
    Reed’s hair spiraled up Chase’s arm and pulled him in close. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. But it’s important that you understand your role on my planet. You are here for population building. Soon your DNA will be fairy. You belong to me.”
    Chase’s lips tightened and a lump formed in his