STORY EXCERPT

Vedek stomped up to the table and slapped an ownership disk down on the table. “Here! Is this what you wanted?”

Chellak picked up the disk and carefully went over the data. He handed it to Sorina for her consideration. “Is this everything I need for ownership of the brüter?”

Sorina read over the data as carefully as Chellak did before shaking her head as she handed the disk back to him. “No, while this is the correct data file, there is still the official certificate of ownership and the ring.”

Vedek huffed and puffed. “How dare you, you insolent slave. You will be severely punished for this, Sorina.”

Sorina stood up tall and proud as she could and she looked Vedek right in the face, defying his dictate of thirty years that said she couldn’t and smiled. “You can’t punish me, Vedek. I don’t belong to you anymore.”

“Oh, and you think your new master won’t punish you? He will, mark my words, he will punish you,” Vedek sneered.

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, Vedek. Chellak’s not my new master. He just freed me. I won’t be punished by anyone, certainly not you.” The astonished and outraged look on Vedek’s face was almost worth the last thirty years…almost. Taking the brüter from him would be the icing on the cake.

“Now, Vedek, I believe that Matriz Sorina said something about an official certificate and a ring of ownership? Please hand it over to her.”

“To her? Why would I give it to her?”

“Because I am putting Matriz Sorina in charge of the brüter.”

Vedek shot glares of hatred at Chellak and Sorina. He dug out the official certificate of ownership out of his robes, tossing it on the table. Pulling the ring off of his finger, he tossed it down as well.

As guards escorted Vedek from the room, Sorina smiled bigger than she had in years. She turned to Chellak to thank him only to be surprised when he handed her the data disk, ownership papers, and ring.

“When you believe I am ready, Matriz Sorina, when you feel you can trust me, please return these to me. Until then, I leave the brüter safely in your hands. If anyone gives you any problems about it, come to me and I will take care of it.”

“I believe you’re ready now, Chellan Rai,” she stated as she handed everything back to him. She nodded to the small group of people on the other side of the room.

Chellak turned to the small group, surprised when their ranks divided to reveal a small figure in a white hooded cape. The small figure came forward several steps before stopping in front of Sorina.

“Chellak Rai, I give you the brüter, Demyan. Demyan, you’re new master.”

The small figure dropped to his knees before him and small delicate hands reached up to lower the hood, revealing the exquisite man beneath.

Chellak felt the world drop out from beneath his feet at the sight of the beauty before him. As one of the katzmen race, he immediately knew he looked at his future, his mate.

The brüter was small and delicate looking, his features fine boned, and nearly pearly white. He couldn’t have been more than 5’4” and maybe 125 pounds. A soft white leather shirt stretched over his chest, white leather pant covered his legs. A long, white blond braid fell nearly to his knees.

Chellak felt the blood in his body begin to boil at the site of the young man. He had never seen anyone so perfect in his life. The smell of delicate moonflowers and summer rain filled his nostrils to overflowing. His cock thickened in his tight leather pants.

But the scent of fear overshadowed his pleasure and brought Chellak back to reality. The small man kneeling before him, head bowed, was terrified. His submissive behavior provoked Chellak’s possessive instincts, while his vulnerability called forth his protectiveness.

He had an overwhelming need to take the fear from the small man, protect him from the world, and to possess him for himself. Chellak had never felt anything like it, ever. It was all he could do to not pull the delicate man into his arms and spirit him away.

The little man still would not raise his head to look at him. Chellak looked over at Sorian, confused by the man’s presence. She had said that this beautiful man was the brüter. But how could that be?

“Sorina? I don’t understand. He is the brüter? I thought it was a jewel or something. Not a man.”

“In his own way, he is the most precious of jewels. And now you are his master. He belongs to you,” she smiled indulgently as if she knew something he did not.

“Belongs to me? Sorina, I can’t be his master,” he said disgusted at the thought of owning another person, but unable to deny that joy filled him at the thought of having this beautiful creature to himself. “I’m trying to outlaw slavery, not encourage it. How can I possibly do this to him? Wouldn’t it be easier if I just set him free?”

“You can’t. He can never be set free. It is a condition set down by his original owner. He has to have a master. If you don’t take him, Vedek can reclaim him. Why do you think he gave in so easily? He knows you agreed with the Federation to outlaw slavery. He’s counting on that.”

“What in the hell am I supposed to do with him?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Walking quietly across the room he knelt down at Chellak’s feet and grabbed his arms, pulling them away from his strained face. Knowing it was wrong for him to do so, he looked up at Chellak, reaching up with his hand to smooth back the hair at his temple.

With his fingers, he gently caressed his cheeks, trying to wipe away the lines of stress. Feeling slightly brave, and a little reckless, Demyan leaned up and gave Chellak a gentle kiss on his lips. He was totally unprepared for Chellak’s reaction to his kiss.

Strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him flush against Chellak’s naked chest. Chellak’s mouth plundered his, his tongue sweeping in to brush against his. Hands reached under the blanket and roamed over his naked flesh.

Demyan barely registered it when Chellak picked him up and carried him into the bedroom to lay him down in the middle of the bed.

Chellak pulled the blankets completely off of Demyan and crawled over to lie between his legs. His lips reclaimed Demyan’s as he pushed his cock against his.

Chellak groaned as he felt his hard cock press against Demyan’s naked flesh. The warmth of his skin against his, the soft feel of Demyan’s body…it all aroused Chellak to a fever point. He had to have him. He couldn’t stop himself this time. He didn’t want to stop himself. He had to claim his mate.

Using one sharp claw, he sliced a small cut in his chest just above his heart. He rolled onto his back and pulled Demyan’s lips to his chest, holding his mouth against the cut. “Take it, beautiful, drink from me,” he ordered, groaning when Demyan began sucking at the small wound.

“Gods…yes…Demyan… ” He groaned as he felt his release coming closer. He pulled Demyan from his chest. Rolling him back under his body, Chellak sank his teeth into the soft skin between Demyan’s neck and collarbone, growling at the sweet taste of his mate.

Licking the small bite closed he reached into the small basket beside the bed and grabbed a small bottle of oil. Pouring a small bit on his fingers, he reached down to rub them against Demyan’s tight hole.

As he softly bit down on Demyan’s nipple, he inserted one finger, moving it around, stretching him until he could add a second finger, then a third. All the time he licked and nipped Demyan’s soft skin.

When he felt that the tight skin around his fingers was stretched enough to not hurt, Chellak lifted his hips until his cock pushed against Demyan’s hole and pushed his hips slowly forward until he felt his balls press against Demyan’s ass. The feeling of Demyan’s tight heat wrapped around his hard cock was pure ecstasy.

Grabbing Demyan’s legs with his hands he wrapped them around his waist and held them there as he rocked his hips against him. He thrust into Demyan as deep as he could go before pulling out until just the tip remained, then thrust forward once again.

His mind a haze of passion, Chellak hammered himself into Demyan until his cock erupted. His back arched up as he roared out his release, the knot at the end of his cock extending to lock him into place, filling Demyan with his seed.

He had never experienced the katzman’s knot before but as his orgasm continued with each pulse of his cock, he was eternally grateful for it. It was something only to be shared with one’s mate, reinforcing his knowledge that Demyan was his.

Demyan watched in awe as Chellak came, his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck tightened, and his jaw clenched tight. He couldn’t remember ever seeing a more beautiful sight.

He was bewildered as to why he felt that way until Chellak collapsed on top of him, his head buried in Demyan’s neck. Chellak’s tongue occasionally licked the small bite there, sending electrical shocks through out his body with each swipe of his tongue.

Just when he started to get uncomfortable with Chellak’s weight, he rolled to his back pulling Demyan with him.

“Sleep, beautiful,” Chellak murmured quietly as he pulled the blankets up over the both of them. He tucked Demyan’s head under his chin. His hands gently stroked Demyan’s back and hair.

Demyan closed his eyes, too tired to figure out what had just happened. He would worry about it in the morning. Right now, all he wanted to think about was how good Chellak’s arms felt around him, how safe he felt for the first time in years.