Free To Clan and Conquer (Clan Beginnings) by Tracy St. John Page A

granite roundness of it as he pressed his swelling groin against the other man’s.
    Tranis’ grip tightened on Lidon’s shoulders.  Shoving back, he broke the kiss.  He hissed in the weapons commander’s face, “Does the captain know his favorite Nobek plays with other Dramoks?”
    Lidon darted his head forward, capturing Tranis’ lower lip between his teeth and biting hard before releasing him again.  “There haven’t been any other Dramoks for him to know about.”
    “Really?”  Smug satisfaction crept over the Dramok’s face.  He licked the drop of blood that welled from Lidon’s bite.  “Still, it’s not so good for my career to fuck my captain’s Nobek.”
    “I’m not clanned to Piras.  I can stick my cock into anyone I choose.”
    With that, Lidon suddenly dropped down and slammed his shoulder into Tranis’ midsection.  The Dramok’s breath left him in a gasp.  Before he could react, Lidon stood, lifting him off the ground.  He threw Tranis onto the bed.
    After his initial surprise, Tranis proved a more than worthy combatant.  The two men battled all over the sleeping mat’s surface, fighting for supremacy.  They rolled and grappled, neither getting the upper hand for too long.  Lidon had years of training on the upstart, but the lessons Tranis had received from his older brothers showed.  Even if Lidon’s leg not been a factor, he thought he still might be evenly matched by his adversary.
    Plus, most Dramoks simply didn’t acknowledge a Nobek’s dominance.  Tranis was obviously an apex version of his breed.
    After several minutes of intense struggle, Lidon found himself flat on his back.  Tranis was lying sideways on top of him, one shoulder pinning Lidon’s left arm down.  The Dramok’s legs tangled Lidon’s in a wrestling maneuver known as The Knot.  That left Lidon with only one hand to fight with, but he figured that was all he needed.  He curled it into a fist and aimed for Tranis’ jaw.
    He was aware of Tranis reaching into the still-opened drawer he’d searched through upon entering the room.  An instant before Lidon would have connected with his punch, the Dramok caught the fist in his palm.  His other hand closed around Lidon’s wrist, and there was a snapping sound.  Cold wrapped Lidon’s flesh.  Moving in a blur, Tranis reached in the drawer again and another snap and cold ring announced a cuff had gone onto Lidon’s pinned arm.
    “Cuffs to horizontal surface.  Freeze subject in place.”
    Lidon’s already pinned arm didn’t move.  The other slammed to the bed by his thigh.  Tranis heaved off of him and stood to gloat.  Lidon only half registered the massive erection filling the crotch of the Dramok’s torn formsuit.  He lifted his head to stare at the metal rings on his wrists.
    “I’ll be damned,” he gasped, heaving for breath after all the exertion.  “You tricky bastard.  Where did you get a pair of regulation hover cuffs?  I’ll kill the assholes in charge of inventory!”
    Tranis grinned and leaned over casually to pluck a larger pair from his drawer.  Lidon growled but didn’t fight as the first officer pulled off the Nobek’s boot and snapped a cuff over the ankle of his good leg.  The Dramok then set about carefully unlocking his leg brace.
    As he worked he said, “These cuffs are mine, Nobek.  A gift from one of my brothers when I shipped out, just in case I came across something feisty and fuckable.”
    Even as he fumed about being bested in a fight, Lidon looked over the other man with eager lust.  Some battles were worth losing.  He still didn’t want Tranis to get too cocky.  “You are too well versed in how to deal with my breed, Dramok.  I’ll be sure to not underestimate you again.”
    Tranis pulled the brace free and slid Lidon’s other boot off.  The fourth hover cuff clicked into place.  “That might work for the future, but for now I’ll be enjoying your ass.”  He looked over Lidon with obvious